<?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-10568630</id><updated>2012-02-06T20:14:56.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Virgo's Point of View</title><subtitle type='html'>Party of 4 - NY sports and beach loving family!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4476661820314164179</id><published>2009-11-19T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:35:04.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Lotta Changes</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? I guess I will start by letting you know we have moved to PA! Yes, it has consumed almost this whole year and taken us on a wild roller coaster ride, but we are officially Pennsylvania-ites. Long story short is about this time last year we considered adding on to the house we were in for the 4th time but just did not want to go through it. We were also frustrated with our town and NJ as a whole for all the money we were shelling out to be living in a 60 yr old home with no land. Steve got the bright idea to move to PA. I fought him at first, but agreed to go look. We found a new community that we fell in love with. So, house on the market in Feb, sold in June. Moved into my Aunt and Uncle's place until Sept, when we moved into my parents place and David started a new school. On Ava's 3rd birthday (a week ago yesterday) we closed and moved into our brand new home! There were bumps along the way, but now that we are there, they are just a distant memory. David started another new school Monday and is doing very well. Ava and David will be cared for by a woman that the school recommended while Steve and I are at work. Ava will be there about 2.5 to 3 hrs a day and David about .5 to 1 hour. My parents have requested to watch them 1 day a week, so on Thursdays they will have Grandparent time. We are very happy with our beautiful new home and new State! I can still get to NJ in 5 minutes, so I am STILL a Jersey Girl...but without the taxes ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405807637082651042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVJZ5xnuaI/AAAAAAAABbU/CeHBOFrAI30/s320/IMG_3900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4476661820314164179?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4476661820314164179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4476661820314164179&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4476661820314164179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4476661820314164179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-lotta-changes.html' title='Whole Lotta Changes'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVJZ5xnuaI/AAAAAAAABbU/CeHBOFrAI30/s72-c/IMG_3900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4462404269234472179</id><published>2009-02-02T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:53:39.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>Wow - It has been a LONG time...I hope everyone is well.  The four of us here in EB, NJ are doing just fine.  David is thoroughly enjoying Kindergarten and Ava will start 1/2 days at a new school/daycare later this month.  Steve is still working the late shift after taking care of the kids all day.  I am still at the same company but moved into a new department and love it.  I have the kids at night.  We have been thinking about moving for a long time now and are taking our first step this week by putting our house on the market.  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4462404269234472179?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4462404269234472179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4462404269234472179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4462404269234472179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4462404269234472179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1233407907586259396</id><published>2008-10-31T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:44:41.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I thought this was a perfect day for me to RISE AGAIN.  All is fine here in Boettger-ville...just a bit sick and busy.  I do want you all to have a very Happy Halloween.  I'll post pix of the kids later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1233407907586259396?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1233407907586259396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1233407907586259396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1233407907586259396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1233407907586259396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-6960601517758812261</id><published>2008-09-25T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:02:04.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxQdXllE0I/AAAAAAAABYk/NNF9fPlHGw0/s1600-h/David+at+t+ball+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250159731085218626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxQdXllE0I/AAAAAAAABYk/NNF9fPlHGw0/s320/David+at+t+ball+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxQd8DGbnI/AAAAAAAABYs/QNgu2IP__l0/s1600-h/Ava+at+David%27s+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250159740872715890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxQd8DGbnI/AAAAAAAABYs/QNgu2IP__l0/s320/Ava+at+David%27s+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving photoshop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-6960601517758812261?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/6960601517758812261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=6960601517758812261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6960601517758812261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6960601517758812261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did...'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxQdXllE0I/AAAAAAAABYk/NNF9fPlHGw0/s72-c/David+at+t+ball+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-51583684219299874</id><published>2008-09-24T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:54:17.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava the flirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My cousin Jackie brought a guy-friend with her to the RU game this past weekend. His name is Eben and she had dated him in the past so we all knew him and were thrilled to see him again. But no one was as thrilled as Ava. She totally fell in love. So much so, that I bought her a new baby doll Monday and when I asked her the name she responded....EBEN! Now that is true love.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250155994742002674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxND4n8E_I/AAAAAAAABYc/pIiegunkjWc/s320/DSC07534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava's crush...she does have good taste :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-51583684219299874?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/51583684219299874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=51583684219299874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/51583684219299874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/51583684219299874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/ava-flirt.html' title='Ava the flirt'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNxND4n8E_I/AAAAAAAABYc/pIiegunkjWc/s72-c/DSC07534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-6475554603351904572</id><published>2008-09-23T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:31:03.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my new laptop arrived!  It's been over a month since we ordered it as my birthday gift.  I could not wait to get it but I was so busy last night, that I almost did not get a chance to open it.  Right before I headed up to bed I broke down, opened it up and fell in love.  I love the color, the lightness and the sleekness.  I also could not believe how easy it was to set up!  I basically turned it on and answered a few questions.  I was up and running in like 8 minutes!  Super excited.  I can not wait to load some photos on and start learning my 2 new photoshop programs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe for my really cool birthday gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-6475554603351904572?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/6475554603351904572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=6475554603351904572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6475554603351904572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6475554603351904572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5814799838862048342</id><published>2008-09-22T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:25:38.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandmom</title><content type='html'>Today is my Grandmom's birthday.  This year is extra special to me, due to her battle with breat cancer.  She has had her surgery to remove it and is doing well, but started radiation therapy last week.  My parents are taking my kids over to see her after David gets off the bus and I will meet them there on my way home from work.  I am just so very thankful and happy that I can celebrate her again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandmom!  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5814799838862048342?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5814799838862048342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5814799838862048342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5814799838862048342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5814799838862048342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-grandmom.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandmom'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8532286220936259185</id><published>2008-09-21T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:55:23.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we got to Baltimore Friday night right before 11 pm. Woke up Saturday in time to eat and drive to Annapolis for the game. Got to the parking lot had 1 drink and went touring the Navy campus. Came back to shove a sub in mouth and walk into the stadium. Game ended and there was so much traffic, we stuck around the parking lot for it to thin out. Left Annapolis to go back to Baltimore with 2 sleeping kids. Ate dinner at 10:45 pm in our room - not so yummy food. Woke up and packed up the bags. Back on 95 headed for home by 9 am. Ran out of gas at 11:30 am. Home at 12:15 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248858969999507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNexbG7xfzI/AAAAAAAABYU/S4tu8pwVp5g/s320/DSC07693.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (all we got to see of the inner harbor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Note to self: spend less time running around and more time enjoying life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8532286220936259185?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8532286220936259185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8532286220936259185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8532286220936259185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8532286220936259185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-trip.html' title='Quick trip'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNexbG7xfzI/AAAAAAAABYU/S4tu8pwVp5g/s72-c/DSC07693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1533149172256123492</id><published>2008-09-20T10:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:48:17.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeut6S_kZI/AAAAAAAABXU/l0a0zrO2Dc4/s1600-h/DSC07545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248855994489868690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeut6S_kZI/AAAAAAAABXU/l0a0zrO2Dc4/s320/DSC07545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steve, Jackie and LeAnne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuuW_TqOI/AAAAAAAABXc/SVQc0V-CmLc/s1600-h/DSC07563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248856002191927522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuuW_TqOI/AAAAAAAABXc/SVQc0V-CmLc/s320/DSC07563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuu0wiyfI/AAAAAAAABXk/tHET9wlkS1M/s1600-h/DSC07590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248856010183068146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuu0wiyfI/AAAAAAAABXk/tHET9wlkS1M/s320/DSC07590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't walk on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuvUZva7I/AAAAAAAABXs/t4YL5_IlcQU/s1600-h/DSC07623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248856018677361586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuvUZva7I/AAAAAAAABXs/t4YL5_IlcQU/s320/DSC07623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Navy fans &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248857024752125970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNevp4UqCBI/AAAAAAAABX8/ysZw8YDO008/s320/DSC07622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Marching to the stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuv7L8TNI/AAAAAAAABX0/aZEET4iyMkg/s1600-h/DSC07632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248856029088468178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeuv7L8TNI/AAAAAAAABX0/aZEET4iyMkg/s320/DSC07632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava and Yonny (as she calls him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248857030714111538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNevqOiGtjI/AAAAAAAABYE/V0nMe4pvw_I/s320/DSC07660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;David having lunch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248857061797896754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNevsCVDojI/AAAAAAAABYM/CqT6gjacwAM/s320/DSC07682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jackie and Eben!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1533149172256123492?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1533149172256123492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1533149172256123492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1533149172256123492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1533149172256123492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-game.html' title='At the game'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNeut6S_kZI/AAAAAAAABXU/l0a0zrO2Dc4/s72-c/DSC07545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5314952123305808225</id><published>2008-09-19T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:21:25.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking another road trip</title><content type='html'>This evening we will pack up the family truckster and head down to Baltimore.  There are 24 of us - all family - traveling to the Rutgers vs. Navy game tomorrow.  We are all staying in Baltimore which is about 45 minutes from Annapolis where the game will be played.  We are all excited to go and have a great time.  On my way home from work I will be stopping for gas, alcohol and snacks.  All the necessary items for tailgaiting!  I hear the weather will be beautiful.  Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5314952123305808225?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5314952123305808225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5314952123305808225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5314952123305808225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5314952123305808225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-another-road-trip.html' title='Taking another road trip'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-727724301906685133</id><published>2008-09-18T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:26:52.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she lovely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNPu0kzSYiI/AAAAAAAABXM/5GtzNFdKet8/s1600-h/DSC07521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247800577816158754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNPu0kzSYiI/AAAAAAAABXM/5GtzNFdKet8/s400/DSC07521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My little dancing queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/10568630-727724301906685133?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/727724301906685133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=727724301906685133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/727724301906685133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/727724301906685133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t she lovely?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SNPu0kzSYiI/AAAAAAAABXM/5GtzNFdKet8/s72-c/DSC07521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1447637113554980649</id><published>2008-09-17T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:25:32.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Need to drink more margaritas.  Monday when I got home, I poured myself a margarita.  The night went so smooth.  Last night, no margarita = tough night.  Tonight, no margarita = tougher night.  Alcohol does wonders to calm the frazzled Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1447637113554980649?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1447637113554980649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1447637113554980649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1447637113554980649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1447637113554980649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4479267116939818849</id><published>2008-09-16T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:21:05.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Night</title><content type='html'>Today was a sick day for me.  Not because I am sick, but the kids are.  Or at least Ava is.  When I woke up this morning, I decided to take a 1/2 sick day and take Ava to the pediatrician.  Well, Steve ended up taking her to the appointment so I could shower for work.  Sure enough she has an ear infection and is on an antibiotic.  I was about to leave for work and David states that he is sick as well and needs to stay home from school.  Now he too had a runny nose and cough since Friday, so I call for an appointment for him and call him out of school.  I also called in for a whole sick day.  I took him to his appointment and sure enough, he has a cold.  Leaving the office, there was still enough time to get him home for the bus, but he insisted he felt bad.  So we ran an errand and went back home.  A little while later, when Steve was leaving for work, David told me he wanted to tell me something.  He also told me I could not be mad or cry.  HMMMMMMMMM.  Never a good sign.  That is when he confessed that he felt well enough to go to school, but did not want to.  My first thought was to strangle him, but something popped into my head about him telling the truth and I took that angle instead.  I thanked him for being honest and explained that this can not and will not happen ever again.  Steve chimed in with the 'boy who cried wolf' story as well.  Boy was I PISSED that he got one by me.  Later that night when I was at back to school night, I mentioned his antics to his teacher.  Just to be sure nothing had happened in class and sure enough nothing had.  When I got home, I explained that I was the only Mommy without a letter and picture from their kindergartener.  I also told him how I did not know where to sit and that I talked to his teacher.  He did not say much but I had to let him know I was disappointed.  And here I was looking forward to tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4479267116939818849?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4479267116939818849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4479267116939818849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4479267116939818849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4479267116939818849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school-night.html' title='Back to School Night'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1299904236019036591</id><published>2008-09-15T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:04:48.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranferring</title><content type='html'>As I posted last month, Steve bought me a new laptop for me birthday.  Well, the ship date was 9/5, then 9/12, then 9/19 - so I called.  I must have been transfered 10 times before I got it fixed.  I was on the phone a total of 45 minutes.  It turns out the cover I wanted in back ordered until OCT!  So I am now going to be the owner of a green (light) laptop!  It was the color I originally chose until I dug around and found the purple flower one.  Plus, now Steve can take it to the Fantasy Draft and not look like a fruit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1299904236019036591?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1299904236019036591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1299904236019036591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1299904236019036591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1299904236019036591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/tranferring.html' title='Tranferring'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-195348566375706940</id><published>2008-09-14T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:51:38.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll try anything</title><content type='html'>Ava was very cranky again today. Again, no nap. Again clingy. I think she is getting sick. David had T-ball this morning at 10 and we all went. Even Tray, Rich and the kids.  After we grabbed breakfast/lunch at the diner and headed back to our house for some football!  Tray stayed until half time of the Giants game and we tried to put Ava for a nap.  UGH - no good.  The afternoon flew by thanks for some great football.  Steve cooked dinner on the grill and we were all able to sit and eat together.  Something I really miss with Steve working nights.  After, I got the kids ready for bed and after I put Ava down, Steve and I got ready for the Sunday night game.  That was when he realized he had to run into work and turn on the AC!  It could not have happened at a better time because Ava woke up screaming.  We put the kids in the car and we all took the ride out to school for Steve to do his thing.  Ava was out like a light about 10 minutes in and David about 20 minutes in.  When we got home, we out them in their beds and got to actually enjoy the Sunday night game.  So nice and peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-195348566375706940?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/195348566375706940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=195348566375706940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/195348566375706940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/195348566375706940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-try-anything.html' title='We&apos;ll try anything'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4124170839920244306</id><published>2008-09-13T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:26:50.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men have all the fun</title><content type='html'>I tried to host a Golf/Scrap event today.  It ended up being me, my Mom and my sister in law scrapping and Steve and my brother in law golfing.  I hired my niece to babysit so I could get some work done.  My daughter was not having it.  She was horrible.  Whiny, cranky, clingy - you name it.  Nothing made her happy and poor Ally could do nothing to entertain her.  We even tried putting her for a nap - 4 TIMES!  By 3 pm, I had had enough.  We all piled into Tray's car and drove over to the Shoppes at North Brunswick to get some shopping in.  I had called Steve to tell him we'd meet them for dinner at Bensi in the strip mall and they were only on hole #7.  I wanted to crawl in a hole a die.  We hit every store and even made a snack stop a the fountain.  The boys were being boys and Ava was being a pain in the ass.  When I called Steve back at 5:45 pm, they were finishing up hole #18 - THANK GOD.  My mom walked down to the restaurant and got us a table outside.  There was no way we were eating inside with the raucous our kids would have caused.  The guys showed up just in time to sit down.  Tray and I finished a pitcher of sangria during dinner and truly deserved/wanted another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, we'll be golfing in a 4-some.  The kids will be on their own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4124170839920244306?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4124170839920244306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4124170839920244306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4124170839920244306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4124170839920244306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-have-all-fun.html' title='Men have all the fun'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8546839552254483723</id><published>2008-09-12T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:13:48.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving me some weekend</title><content type='html'>I worked from home today so I got to put David on the bus and be there for him when he got off.  By the time he got off the bus, the rain had come and he hates to get wet, so I was sure to have an umbrella ready.  Ava loves having him home.  It is so cute to hear her say Hi DayDay.  She really loves her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava went to gymnastics this morning with my Mom and met my cousin and her daughter there.  I think she liked it.  My Mom said that neither of the girls wanted to listen, but they had fun being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we'll go to my cousin Jill's and celebrate her 29th birthday.  I can't beleive she is 29!  That means I am really getting old.  UGH!  David is very excited to play with his cousin Rosaleen.  This will be the first time I am seeing my cousin Michelle since her engagement - YEAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8546839552254483723?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8546839552254483723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8546839552254483723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8546839552254483723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8546839552254483723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/loving-me-some-weekend.html' title='Loving me some weekend'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3932702350045418416</id><published>2008-09-11T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:07:55.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took 1 week</title><content type='html'>David brought home his first fund raiser from school.  He is selling Entertainment books for $25.  I can not believe that after 1 week of school we are expected to start selling crap.  I mean, Entertainment books are good and I am sure I can sell a few, but come on.  Can't you give it a month?  My sister in law's school district is much better.  They ask for a $30 at the beginning of the year to cover each kid and there is NO fundraising.  Sounds like a plan to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3932702350045418416?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3932702350045418416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3932702350045418416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3932702350045418416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3932702350045418416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-only-took-1-week.html' title='It only took 1 week'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1033080266228469198</id><published>2008-09-10T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:37:14.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight was David's 1st T-Ball game. I was so excited for it. He was a little aprehensive about going because he did not have a practice, but my Dad took care of that. He practiced with him in the backyard before we left. My parents went with us to the game - my Dad could not wait to see him play. Once we found the right field and team, he got a red shirt and hat - his favorite color. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244926987004848530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMm5Tk1IqZI/AAAAAAAABWk/BqYBGqBswLM/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Everything was a little too big, so we tucked in the shirt and tightened up the hat. Now he was ready. He was #4 on the Muckdogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244926996289574546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMm5UHayVpI/AAAAAAAABWs/RJiRHaq40u0/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coach did a drill on ground balls before the game started. David's team was the 1st to bat and David was the lead off hitter. He swung the bat well and hit the ball hard. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244927001935720066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMm5Ucc7roI/AAAAAAAABW0/yA-VPePBC1s/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Down to first base he went. After another few hits, he was the first to score! On the field he played 3rd base but nothing came his way. This time around the line up he batted last - which means his hit cleared the bases. He later told Steve he hit a home run! The bottom of the inning he played left field with a little verbal assistance from Ava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244927004492603394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMm5Ul-ioAI/AAAAAAAABW8/z7DEjT3eaM0/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game, I treated him to a Happy Meal. I am so very proud of him. He is my little All Star!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1033080266228469198?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1033080266228469198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1033080266228469198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1033080266228469198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1033080266228469198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-star.html' title='All Star'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMm5Tk1IqZI/AAAAAAAABWk/BqYBGqBswLM/s72-c/IMG_2188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-676215468335762264</id><published>2008-09-09T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:57:23.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need lotion?</title><content type='html'>I think I have mentioned Ava's eczema before...well, she took care of it herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYX3AGB7I/AAAAAAAABWM/GKZIfcUIgIw/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244468564253345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYX3AGB7I/AAAAAAAABWM/GKZIfcUIgIw/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYYLfmERI/AAAAAAAABWU/mbCEe0R8lKY/s1600-h/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244468569754177810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYYLfmERI/AAAAAAAABWU/mbCEe0R8lKY/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYYjQshnI/AAAAAAAABWc/9WwEXr9_PmM/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244468576134137458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYYjQshnI/AAAAAAAABWc/9WwEXr9_PmM/s320/IMG_2162.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/10568630-676215468335762264?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/676215468335762264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=676215468335762264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/676215468335762264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/676215468335762264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-lotion.html' title='Need lotion?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgYX3AGB7I/AAAAAAAABWM/GKZIfcUIgIw/s72-c/IMG_2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3342006806553816180</id><published>2008-09-08T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:52:43.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WOW! Last night's engagement party was un believable. I am so glad we went. When we were walking into the restaurant, everyone else was walking out. We were told to stand along the sides of the driveway to wait for the guests of honor. Next thing we know, trumpeteers are trumpeting and a horse drawn stage coach is coming down the street and turning into the driveway! Inside were the guests of honor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467167513887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgXGjvdQVI/AAAAAAAABVk/8eZBHpKjCIo/s320/DSC07478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bride to be was in a huge Cinderella ball gown. She was stunning. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467171795502610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgXGzsRhhI/AAAAAAAABVs/XTXVx-sJZMU/s320/DSC07481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The party moved back inside for a very lavish cocktail hour. There was not a hor d ouvre missing. From crab claws to pasta station to crudete to italian meats - it was ALL there. There was a piano player for entertainment as well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467176212169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgXHEJSg_I/AAAAAAAABV0/AfI0qb7dvfw/s320/DSC07486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When it was time for the actual reception, we all took our seats as the parents and the married couple to be were introduced and took their dance. The ballroom was all done up Cinderella style. There was a movie on the screen of the couple through out their dating life. The tables were so elegant and each couple had a gift wrapped and waiting for them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467186003847794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgXHonzqnI/AAAAAAAABWE/vc0cyNotb4w/s320/DSC07498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Speeches were made and appetizers were served. Dancing than insued. I had the chicken and Steve had the filet. Everything was very tasty. We danced some more and on the way to the ladies room noticed the handrolled cigar table in the bar. This party was over the top. On our way out, we were given containers to take dessert home. The entire cocktail hour room was outfitted with dessert! Oh, I almost forgot - the cake! There was a cake cutting of the 5 tier castle cake! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467180678328386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgXHUyGsEI/AAAAAAAABV8/IAqm2pf59yk/s320/DSC07507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nothing was left out. We can not WAIT for the wedding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3342006806553816180?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3342006806553816180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3342006806553816180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3342006806553816180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3342006806553816180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-party.html' title='Holy Party!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMgXGjvdQVI/AAAAAAAABVk/8eZBHpKjCIo/s72-c/DSC07478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8671529401168812359</id><published>2008-09-07T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:36:51.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be FOOTBALL</title><content type='html'>In reality the season started Thursday with my Giants kicking the crap out of the Redskins, but today is the first football Sunday of the season.  There are so many good match ups with all the trades and hurt players.  I have 2 fantasy teams this year and 1 pick 'em pool.  Wish me luck.  We'll be watching the 1 pm games and starting to watch the 4 pm games...then we are going to a party.  Steve is not thrilled, but with my new phone, he can check stats.  I love Football and I love this time of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8671529401168812359?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8671529401168812359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8671529401168812359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8671529401168812359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8671529401168812359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-there-be-football.html' title='Let there be FOOTBALL'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1535778875293998823</id><published>2008-09-06T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:33:43.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm that wasn't</title><content type='html'>According to the weather reports, we were due to get Tropical Storm Hanna.  We did get plenty of rain, but no tropical storm.  Needless to say, the kids were truly disappointed.  David kept asking us when the hurricane was going to start!  When we did decide to venture out to pick up take out, David got nervous.  He thought that the hurricane was going to arrive while we were out and about.  We assured him that it would not, but even if it did, Daddy would protect us.  That was all he needed to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1535778875293998823?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1535778875293998823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1535778875293998823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1535778875293998823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1535778875293998823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/storm-that-wasnt.html' title='The storm that wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5609548151916029609</id><published>2008-09-05T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:30:53.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank GOD it's Friday</title><content type='html'>I so am ready for this week to end.  It has been an emotional roller coaster.  I am so very proud of my baby boy for taking on this Kindergarten thing.  He is really doing well.  Let's start the weekend!!  WOO HOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5609548151916029609?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5609548151916029609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5609548151916029609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5609548151916029609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5609548151916029609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank GOD it&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2944641623733804647</id><published>2008-09-04T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:45:27.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants - optional?</title><content type='html'>I deliberately left this bit of information out of my last post to allow David his due.  But I HAVE to tell this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After David got on the bus, Steve and I took the classroom supplies and David's medication over to the school.  While we were in the nurses office, I overheard David's teacher talking about someone not wearing pants.  I did not think too much of it and we walked into the lobby to leave the school.  Just then I saw our neighbor trying to get in the front doors, so I let her in and when I turned around...I saw it.  There was a Mother without her PANTS!  Yes, I said she was not wearing PANTS!  Instead, she had on a t-shirt (that did not cover her ass) and a thong.  Let me also state that this was not the type of ass that belonged in a thong to begin with - so I now have a burned vision in my brain.  I immediately alerted Steve and we left in SHOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why would you not throw on a pair of pants to bring your child to their 1st day of kindergarten?  I just don't get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2944641623733804647?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2944641623733804647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2944641623733804647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2944641623733804647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2944641623733804647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/pants-optional.html' title='Pants - optional?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-9119934099995708495</id><published>2008-09-03T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:39:18.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby went to Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a BIG day! My baby boy started Kindergarten today. He woke up around 9 am and watched some TV. Then I gave him a shower and he got dressed. I combed his hair real nice and he could not wait to put on his new sneakers. Next it was time to do some homework. He was super excited. He drew a picture of the favorite thing he did this summer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242329500490638258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMB-59hLo7I/AAAAAAAABDM/8PQpBmKTyWI/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next he filled out a little questionaire about what he likes and we printed off a picture of him dressed as Indiana Jones to attach. Finally, we all traced our hands on a piece of paper in our favorite color. Dad cut them out and David glued them down. We wrote all our names under our hands and our family name on the top. David even added a photo of our fish Obi Wan. He ate some breakfast and brushed his teeth. Before long, it was time to go out and wait for the bus. He put on his backpack and ran out to see his friends at the bus stop. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242329511356575794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMB-6l_0sDI/AAAAAAAABDU/QgNm1_j61wU/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 3 of them waited anxiously (as did the Moms, Dads and MomMom) for the bus. I saw him get a bit nervous when it finally did pull up. A nice aide got off to help the kids out which helped. He was on his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242329515277895778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMB-60mvSGI/AAAAAAAABDc/hT9viQMTsVM/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Steve and I rode over to the school to drop off some classroom supplies and his medication to the nurse. We did not see him arrive at the school - although I was hoping to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus was due back at 3:37 pm but was 30 minutes late! I was close to dying. When the bus did arrive - he did not get off! I asked the bus driver for him and sure enough he came out. I was so excited to see him as was Ms. Ava and MomMom. I asked him how he did and he said he did not like it. I followed up with "Why?" and he said "Because I asked all the kids to be my best friend and they said No." My heart broke. Once we got in the house, I explained that best friends take time, and he should just say that it is nice to meet them and that he would like to be their friend. He said Ok. The rest of the night little bits and pieces came out and by the time he was going to bed he sang me the song he learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I believe he had a good day and I hope he does even better tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe he is in KINDERGARTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-9119934099995708495?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/9119934099995708495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=9119934099995708495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/9119934099995708495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/9119934099995708495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-went-to-kindergarten.html' title='My baby went to Kindergarten'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SMB-59hLo7I/AAAAAAAABDM/8PQpBmKTyWI/s72-c/IMG_2104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5498129267305614789</id><published>2008-09-02T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:27:58.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While we were eating dinner last night, I called my sister in law to ask if we could come a little early. The hotel we were staying in just was not clean. I mean, the beds were ok, but the bathroom was gross. Totally skeeved me out. Of course she had not problem with it, so after Hooter's, we drove to the hotel and packed up in all of 5 minutes! We were on the road at about 7:30 pm and got to their house a little after 12 AM. We quitely snuck up to their beautiful and CLEAN guest room and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my niece and nephew's first day back to school. We were lucky enough to get them off the bus. Ally came home first because she is now in middle school! I can't believe it. In fact, her 11th birthday was yesterday. David could not wait for Ty to get home. The guys were getting ready to head out for the draft, when Ava went crazy. Ally and I took her for a ride so she would nap and she got about 30 minutes in. When we came back home, we changed her, gave her some Motrin for her teeth and went to a local restaurant. Tracey had the great idea to eat outside. It was a beautiful night and the kids could be a little rowdy without bothering anybody. Well, at least any 'normal' body. I say that because some old woman, her husband and HER DOGS were bothered by our kids. Oh Well! Dinner was delicious. After, we let the kids play a little and then we went back to Tray's. Ally gave Ava a bath for me (HUGE HELP) and Ty played his guitar for David. Once everyone was in their PJ's, the kids entertained each other. It was so cute to hear them all giggling together. Ally and Ty went to bed and soon after Steve and Rich got home. I had already packed up the car and we were on the road back to NJ around 10 pm. It was a long day, but a great day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241986505339762770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9G9BAq-FI/AAAAAAAABC0/L2EHecGM8GU/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241986509839130898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9G9RxZ4RI/AAAAAAAABC8/W8snARjsrcA/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241986516225725138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9G9pkFktI/AAAAAAAABDE/ThegqUfD2CE/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5498129267305614789?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5498129267305614789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5498129267305614789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5498129267305614789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5498129267305614789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9G9BAq-FI/AAAAAAAABC0/L2EHecGM8GU/s72-c/IMG_2068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1425851361651805941</id><published>2008-09-01T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:09:55.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Country &amp; Hooters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9ChncUVjI/AAAAAAAABCc/MfpVkMuePKo/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981636573419058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9ChncUVjI/AAAAAAAABCc/MfpVkMuePKo/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wave Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9CiPDx5eI/AAAAAAAABCk/-ClCwbFjNJI/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981647207917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9CiPDx5eI/AAAAAAAABCk/-ClCwbFjNJI/s320/IMG_2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Safety First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9CihXAd9I/AAAAAAAABCs/MPrZggoNF5A/s1600-h/IMG_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981652120401874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9CihXAd9I/AAAAAAAABCs/MPrZggoNF5A/s320/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers&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/10568630-1425851361651805941?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1425851361651805941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1425851361651805941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1425851361651805941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1425851361651805941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/water-country-hooters.html' title='Water Country &amp; Hooters'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL9ChncUVjI/AAAAAAAABCc/MfpVkMuePKo/s72-c/IMG_2045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-173210223304230787</id><published>2008-08-31T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:57:44.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonial Williamsburg &amp; Busch Gardens Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_NBzObBI/AAAAAAAABB0/pKuUcmR8Y5M/s1600-h/DSC07456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241977984336686098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_NBzObBI/AAAAAAAABB0/pKuUcmR8Y5M/s320/DSC07456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steve and the kids watching the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_NVQ_z3I/AAAAAAAABB8/qlpv8PYiAX8/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241977989561831282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_NVQ_z3I/AAAAAAAABB8/qlpv8PYiAX8/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guarding the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_N807DeI/AAAAAAAABCE/h6I-PekZAb4/s1600-h/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241978000181497314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_N807DeI/AAAAAAAABCE/h6I-PekZAb4/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They've been caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_OESYamI/AAAAAAAABCM/mXId1fReOsY/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241978002184104546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_OESYamI/AAAAAAAABCM/mXId1fReOsY/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smashing Grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_OS34bjI/AAAAAAAABCU/B-zWpKWBfEs/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241978006099488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_OS34bjI/AAAAAAAABCU/B-zWpKWBfEs/s320/IMG_2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pony Ride&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/10568630-173210223304230787?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/173210223304230787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=173210223304230787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/173210223304230787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/173210223304230787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/colonial-williamsburg-busch-gardens.html' title='Colonial Williamsburg &amp; Busch Gardens Europe'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL8_NBzObBI/AAAAAAAABB0/pKuUcmR8Y5M/s72-c/DSC07456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7286677062383225314</id><published>2008-08-30T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:42:06.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up the car</title><content type='html'>and heading to VA.  We are leaving early this morning for Virginia.  I booked a trip to Colonial Williamsburg, Busch Gardens and Water Country.  When we leave VA on Tuesday, we'll be driving to PA to visit Tracey, Rich and the kids.  Steve and Rich also have their fantasy football draft that night.  Hope you have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7286677062383225314?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7286677062383225314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7286677062383225314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7286677062383225314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7286677062383225314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/packing-up-car.html' title='Packing up the car'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2035688132660254551</id><published>2008-08-29T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:39:14.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Judy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL877JCSVvI/AAAAAAAABBs/fkGXQjwHAwc/s1600-h/DSC07443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241974378506376946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL877JCSVvI/AAAAAAAABBs/fkGXQjwHAwc/s320/DSC07443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night a few friends and I took out another friend of ours for her Birthday. We arrived at the shopping center where the restaurant was a bit ahead of time and walked around the stores. We relaxed in the 'back store' and tried on hats in another. There were 9 of us for dinner at Bensi. We started with appetizers and took our time getting to dinner. We laughed the whole time. Everyone enjoyed the food and I was glad because I recommended the place. After dinner, some of us went bowling. Again, we had a lot of laughs and a ton of fun. Even though I was tired, I did not want the night to end. I hope we can make this a monthly event!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2035688132660254551?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2035688132660254551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2035688132660254551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2035688132660254551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2035688132660254551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-judy.html' title='Happy Birthday Judy!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL877JCSVvI/AAAAAAAABBs/fkGXQjwHAwc/s72-c/DSC07443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8466493073567378754</id><published>2008-08-28T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:30:56.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaggerated</title><content type='html'>The Yankees are totally my team.  AND I love baseball.  But, the commercial that shows Joba Chamberlain throwing balls at a brick wall and only able to throw through it after putting on a Yankees magnetic necklace is ridiculous.  If that is not completely exaggerate, I don't know what it.  I mean, isn't that like false advertising or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8466493073567378754?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8466493073567378754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8466493073567378754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8466493073567378754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8466493073567378754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/exaggerated.html' title='Exaggerated'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-39520954141145949</id><published>2008-08-27T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:26:20.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird fear</title><content type='html'>I am a birdaphobe. I do not like birds AT ALL. They scare the crap out of me. Today while I was at work, Steve noticed this in our yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241971330330349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL85JtsfTzI/AAAAAAAABBk/DdE6WWZgdyk/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say, is THANK GOD I WAS NOT HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-39520954141145949?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/39520954141145949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=39520954141145949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/39520954141145949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/39520954141145949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/bird-fear.html' title='Bird fear'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SL85JtsfTzI/AAAAAAAABBk/DdE6WWZgdyk/s72-c/IMG_1894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1206066257296429563</id><published>2008-08-26T13:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:25:30.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school shopping</title><content type='html'>My beautiful friend Kristen was kind enough to accompany me to the mall last Friday so that I could pick up a few things for David to begin his school year. We got him new sneakers (Ava as well) and some cute clothes from Gymboree. Thanks to Kristen, I was able to actually get things done. She wrangled Ava when needed and even took David to the potty! LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651821671002946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SLb7kilts0I/AAAAAAAABBc/rBRAZNDqoFM/s320/DSC07406.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tonight, I should have asked her to come along. I took the back to school suppplies list and the kids to KMart. I put Ava in one of their carts and David was walking beside. Well, when we get inside, David spots these new carts that are equipped with a TV. He asked if I would get one and I said OK - but must have been OUT OF MY MIND! The thrill of it lasted 3 minutes and I was stuck with it the rest of the time. She climbed out of the front window! I went to get her and when I got back - David was crying. He thought I left him. UGH! My daughter WANTS me to leave her and my son has abandonment issues. Go figure. I am sure you can imagine how stressful and crazy the rest of the trip was. Upon leaving I was asked over 100 times for a slurpee. I wanted to turn off my hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more shopping trips alone - or at least with the kids alone. If I could be all alone to shop - that would be ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1206066257296429563?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1206066257296429563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1206066257296429563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1206066257296429563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1206066257296429563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-shopping.html' title='Back to school shopping'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SLb7kilts0I/AAAAAAAABBc/rBRAZNDqoFM/s72-c/DSC07406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1349300904977588797</id><published>2008-08-25T11:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:25:00.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>I had today off to take the kids to a new allergy doctor and was super happy when I got the Meet the Teacher day invitation with today's date on it.  My grandparents watched Ava and the 3 of us went.  We were greeted by the vice principal.  She took the time to get David's name and shake his hand.  Very cute.  Then we went and sat in the gym.  Our neighbors up the street have twins and we sat with them.  Next thing I know, the principal is asking the kindergarteners to line up with their teacher and wave good bye to their parents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Totally NOT what I was expecting!  As soon as he left the gym, the water works started.  I could not believe it!  Here I am thinking - 'this is no big deal - every kid goes to kindergarten - and instead - I am crying!  Big baby!  Any who, the rest of the morning was nice.  We learned a lot about what their day and year will be like.  The nurse spoke too, which made me (the mother of the allergic kid) feel better.  We also had a chance to see them in their classroom and get to know the teacher.  She seems perfect for David.  He really enjoyed himself and is now looking forward to his first big day.  As am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1349300904977588797?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1349300904977588797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1349300904977588797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1349300904977588797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1349300904977588797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1410834653742359954</id><published>2008-08-24T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:58:43.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me and DADDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today my Dad will officially turn 60. I say that because we really celebrated it last month in a group. But, today is the official calendar date. I, on the other hand is be 33. I love birthdays and especially my own. I think it's because I am born in the summer, but I always have the best birthday celebrations. This year Steve and I are going to golf with Mark and Jen and then have a family party at my parents house. I am making my new favorite dip (avacado) and my Mom is making her Friggin Dip. Dad is cooking up some dinner. All will be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239598543059798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SLbLHUS7yJI/AAAAAAAABBU/ha1DUYo__3o/s320/DSC07425.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your special day Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1410834653742359954?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1410834653742359954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1410834653742359954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1410834653742359954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1410834653742359954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me-and-daddy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me and DADDY!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SLbLHUS7yJI/AAAAAAAABBU/ha1DUYo__3o/s72-c/DSC07425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-358327626583711565</id><published>2008-08-23T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:53:51.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take...</title><content type='html'>This afternoon is our fantasy football draft.  We are in a keeper league that I really wish would change.  I am hoping that next year we can start from scratch.  There are 12 teams that get to keep 2 people.  So most of the great RB's are kept and there is not much left to choose from.  Steve and I discussed who I should take, but I am unsure.  He picks 2 turns before me, so the guy he gets will be better - damn him.  I hope I get Big Ben again - I love him.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-358327626583711565?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/358327626583711565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=358327626583711565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/358327626583711565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/358327626583711565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-take.html' title='I&apos;ll take...'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7389925032757256790</id><published>2008-08-22T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:29:03.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All teched out</title><content type='html'>In case you were unaware, my 33rd birthday is Sunday.  Yes, this coming Sunday.  I LOVE my birthday and I LOVE presents.  I really LOVE techy presents.  My laptop bit the dust a few months back so my darling hubby has purchased me a newbie for my birthday!  I ordered it on Wed. and it should arrive in early September.  I was able to add some software that I have always wanted on it and get a few upgrades and stay within budget.  Super happy and excited.  Best part - IT'S PURPLE!  Woo hoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to my tech-ish gifts, I was due for a phone upgrade.  I checked online to see what my options were and I was torn between the Palm and the Blackberry.  I picked myself up the Blackberry Curve in pink!  I know - it's not purple and I am a purple girl, but it is pretty non the less.  The pink is pearly so it is not 'very pink'.  I am still getting used to it and learning the ins and outs, so if you have one and have any tips, please let me know.  Even changing the ring tone was difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just win that &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5114995"&gt;camera strap &lt;/a&gt;for my DSLR - I'd be all set!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7389925032757256790?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7389925032757256790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7389925032757256790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7389925032757256790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7389925032757256790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-teched-out.html' title='All teched out'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2485730936949304608</id><published>2008-08-21T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:14:34.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a Camera Strap</title><content type='html'>These are great!  &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5114995&amp;amp;section_id=5283687"&gt;Shealynn&lt;/a&gt; makes and sells these fantastic camera strap covers for DSLR cameras.  She is giving away one.  Visit &lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.blogspot.com/2008/08/win-camera-strap-these-are-coolest.html"&gt;The Vintage Pearl &lt;/a&gt;to enter.  While you are there, check out her beautiful jewelry.  I purchased &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=13554613"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; little number for myself and will be back for more!  Boy I love Etsy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2485730936949304608?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2485730936949304608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2485730936949304608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2485730936949304608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2485730936949304608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/win-camera-strap.html' title='Win a Camera Strap'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-71961739568786447</id><published>2008-08-20T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:54:57.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Day = Parents Nite Off</title><content type='html'>My parents took the kids to Pt. Pleasant this afternoon for Kid's Day.  That left me and Steve free!  We did a few things around the house and then we decided to go out to dinner.  We ended up at our favorite restaurant Bensi after a few errands.  It was so nice to be able to sit, eat, drink and relax.  When we go out to dinner with the kids we are constantly rushing and correcting behavior.  I got to eat my meal and actually taste it.  Best of all, I did not have little fingers picking at it!  I was tempted to even get dessert, but I really could not fit it in.  I was so stuffed.  When we left the restaurant, we browsed through The Children's Place to check out what they had for David's school shopping and bought some stuff at Yankee Candle.  We took the scenic route to pick up the kids.  It really was a nice night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-71961739568786447?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/71961739568786447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=71961739568786447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/71961739568786447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/71961739568786447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-day-parents-nite-off.html' title='Kids Day = Parents Nite Off'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-375823412892007394</id><published>2008-08-19T11:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:10:13.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like my new header?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://deliciousdesignstudio.com/"&gt;Delicious Design Studio &lt;/a&gt;has launched a new fabulous website.  Go check it out!  She does fantastic work.  They even have free stuff...that is where I got my new header!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-375823412892007394?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/375823412892007394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=375823412892007394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/375823412892007394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/375823412892007394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-my-new-header.html' title='Like my new header?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3130791430055216009</id><published>2008-08-18T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:16:07.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopped it off</title><content type='html'>My hair that is.  Last night we went to my Aunt and Uncles for dinner.  Holly was kind enough to trim Ava's bangs and give me a nice new style.  I was torn between Rachel Ray's new cut and the angled bob look.  I ended up with something in between.  I have no photos at the moment, but I will post some later in the week.  I do feel very free and light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3130791430055216009?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3130791430055216009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3130791430055216009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3130791430055216009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3130791430055216009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/chopped-it-off.html' title='Chopped it off'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4028421092735072988</id><published>2008-08-17T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:15:01.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ0vXHuyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fKefzoYhmVM/s1600-h/DSC07366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937949698734882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ0vXHuyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fKefzoYhmVM/s320/DSC07366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ0xDgjfI/AAAAAAAABAY/YKfjcORbbBw/s1600-h/DSC07368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937950153346546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ0xDgjfI/AAAAAAAABAY/YKfjcORbbBw/s320/DSC07368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ1ExNJCI/AAAAAAAABAg/4YLzT4VEh_A/s1600-h/DSC07392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937955445285922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ1ExNJCI/AAAAAAAABAg/4YLzT4VEh_A/s320/DSC07392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David, Ty, Ally and Ava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ1nd2yhI/AAAAAAAABAo/EPzeAVMnonE/s1600-h/DSC07394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937964759370258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ1nd2yhI/AAAAAAAABAo/EPzeAVMnonE/s320/DSC07394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ1zBFyJI/AAAAAAAABAw/gn8l7GhS_bg/s1600-h/DSC07397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937967859943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ1zBFyJI/AAAAAAAABAw/gn8l7GhS_bg/s320/DSC07397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jen and Ava at Aunt Carol's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10568630-4028421092735072988?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4028421092735072988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4028421092735072988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4028421092735072988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4028421092735072988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/pix.html' title='Pix'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnJ0vXHuyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fKefzoYhmVM/s72-c/DSC07366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4743969500416411366</id><published>2008-08-16T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:11:43.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handyman</title><content type='html'>We're going to PA today to visit Tracey, Rich and the kids.  While we're there, Steve will be doing some electrical work in their laundry room.  It's so great to have a handyman in the family.  The kids are super excited.  They love being with Tyler and Ally.  I know us adults will have a great time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4743969500416411366?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4743969500416411366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4743969500416411366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4743969500416411366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4743969500416411366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/handyman.html' title='Handyman'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5021545989442417278</id><published>2008-08-15T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:09:50.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Complete</title><content type='html'>Steve put David's furniture back in his room and did some re-arranging.  His room is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not babyish anymore.  When I got home, I went up and put some things back in order and got rid of some items that we won't use now.  David really likes his room.  I am hoping that the bedtime situation will continue to stay good.  He is such a happier boy when he gets a good night sleep.  I'll post some photos of the room so you can see it.  We still need to hang pictures and shelving, but you'll get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5021545989442417278?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5021545989442417278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5021545989442417278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5021545989442417278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5021545989442417278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/mission-complete.html' title='Mission Complete'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-607733183787565598</id><published>2008-08-14T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:05:31.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy</title><content type='html'>Last night my cousin John dropped off his puppy Axe for us to babysit.  He and his girlfriend are going to LBI for a long weekend.  The dog is adorable and very well behaved.  I must admit I was a tad nervous about having a dog in the house after not having one for 8 months, but he has been a pleasure.  The kids love him - especially Ava.  I love watching her with him.  John and Holly had warned us that he is a chewer, so when I ran out to the A&amp;amp;P this evening, I locked him in the bathroom....or so I thought.  When we got home, I saw his cute little face in the living room window.  I was nervous that he might have done something, but when I got in the house, I was pleasantly surprised.  I will not be getting a new dog anytime soon, but Axe is always welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-607733183787565598?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/607733183787565598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=607733183787565598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/607733183787565598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/607733183787565598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy.html' title='Puppy'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-816462765794029018</id><published>2008-08-13T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:01:49.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood</title><content type='html'>So, we are going to busy this weekend and I really need my nails done.  I called my Mom earlier today to ask what night is better for her to stay so I could make an appt.  She told me to go today.  At my 5 pm appt., the girl is starting to do my nails and they all start to pop off.  She proceeds to tell me that I need a new set!  I ask her how much that will run me and she says $85.  I reply by telling her that $85 is more than my total bill after a fill, wax and pedi.  So she explains that I really need it.  Then I remembered that I had gotten a coupon for their salon in the mail.  Sure enough, there is a coupon for a free spa pedicure with a new set.  So I agreed.  I got a fabulous lemon pedicure while I soaked off the rest of my nails.  What I did not realize was that the new set was going to take forever.  I did not get home until 7:35 pm and I did not even get waxed.  I rescheduled that part for tomorrow.  UGH!  I do have to admit, I really like my pedi and new nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-816462765794029018?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/816462765794029018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=816462765794029018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/816462765794029018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/816462765794029018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-in-mood.html' title='Not in the mood'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5417720604851259248</id><published>2008-08-12T14:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:56:14.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting</title><content type='html'>I took the kids to visit Grandmom tonight.  She came to the door as we were walking up the sidewalk and I could not believe how great she looked!  If I did not know she had surgery, I would never have been able to tell.  The only thing she could not do, was pick Ava up.  We had a nice visit.  The kids were well behaved and she had some new coloring books and crayons for them.  Grandpop is still not feeling his best.  You can hear it when he talks.  I hope he goes to the doctor soon and gets some meds.  We did not stay all that long because the kids were getting tired and I wanted Grandmom to get her rest.  I was so glad we went over to cheer her up and so I could see for myself that she is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5417720604851259248?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5417720604851259248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5417720604851259248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5417720604851259248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5417720604851259248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/visiting.html' title='Visiting'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8678495839012065124</id><published>2008-08-11T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:51:32.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmom update</title><content type='html'>This morning was Grandmom's surgery.  My parents were at the hospital when she was out of recovery.  My Mom called to let me know she did great.  Everything went well.  They removed 3 lymphnodes and found nothing.  They are still sending what they removed for biopsy.  She went home this afternoon.  I called Grandpop on my way home from work and he said she was resting.  I'll take the kids over one night this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your prayers and good wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8678495839012065124?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8678495839012065124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8678495839012065124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8678495839012065124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8678495839012065124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandmom-update_11.html' title='Grandmom update'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7683944731051993201</id><published>2008-08-10T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:40:56.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain helps</title><content type='html'>I promised myself we would not be going to the fair today and we didn't. I cleaned the house and the kids played pretty well. David was back to building Lego's and Ava wanted her blocks. The fair ended at 6, but Steve did not come home until 9:30. Poor guy. He was soaking wet and exhausted. I am glad we'll be back to the routine this week.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235929495706538786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnCIpyUEyI/AAAAAAAABAA/TEJKXgz7xvA/s320/DSC07344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235929497727511042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnCIxUJqgI/AAAAAAAABAI/-oJyTM5dDYg/s320/DSC07343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7683944731051993201?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7683944731051993201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7683944731051993201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7683944731051993201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7683944731051993201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-helps.html' title='Rain helps'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKnCIpyUEyI/AAAAAAAABAA/TEJKXgz7xvA/s72-c/DSC07344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1292030325687914098</id><published>2008-08-09T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:23:58.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin's baby was christened today. The ceremony was very nice and very personal. The priest has baptised all the babies in that family, so he knows them well. That is always nice. The baby was so good and so beautiful. She has the biggest eyes. Afterward they had a party back at their home. They transformed their backyard into a great party area. The appetizers were right up my alley. Shrimp, mussels, artichoke dip, guacamole dip - I tried it all. Ava had a great time playing with the kids. David on the other hand was a pain in the ass. All he wanted to do was go home and build Legos. Finally he annoyed me so much, we left - even before the food was served. I just could not take it any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235924829990899858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKm95EpBUJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Z829P02L8Jo/s320/DSC07352.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ella and her Godmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235924826102663746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKm942J_ikI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5YsSQabOGbk/s320/DSC07347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ava and Lizzie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got home, he built Lego's and I put Ava down. Well, she decided not to take a nap and scream instead. I could not take it anymore, so we left and went up to the fair. I just needed to have someone else take their crap for a while. We ate and did some things, but did not stay too long. I could not wait to get them to bed and myself for that matter. I can't wait until this fair is over.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235924819727650626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKm94eaEj0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/9bC7zGNDENw/s320/DSC07362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ava eating fried oreos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1292030325687914098?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1292030325687914098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1292030325687914098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1292030325687914098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1292030325687914098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/christening.html' title='Christening'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKm95EpBUJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Z829P02L8Jo/s72-c/DSC07352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3831961204438121687</id><published>2008-08-08T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:28:22.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steve helped his cousin Walt out again with the County Fair. I took the kids tonight so they could go on the rides. I met my cousin Mark, his wife Jen and their baby Ryan when we first arrived while David helped Steve get some lights on. Ryan is adorable and such a good baby. They did not stay too late and after they left I met back up with Steve and David. Steve got me a delicious brownie sundae and we watched this guy do like a comedy magic show. Of course I took the kids home super late and they were exhausted. As was I. Long Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807663051409714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI4VvLliTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/BIa7Roa_RFk/s320/DSC07313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ava on the boat ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807671271752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI4WNzeAvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/GBMIP2fAKqo/s320/DSC07315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807673435704802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI4WV3ZTeI/AAAAAAAAA_I/xk5QOrxiUSk/s320/DSC07333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David and John checking out the horses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3831961204438121687?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3831961204438121687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3831961204438121687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3831961204438121687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3831961204438121687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/county-fair.html' title='County Fair'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI4VvLliTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/BIa7Roa_RFk/s72-c/DSC07313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1653800170187102831</id><published>2008-08-07T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:20:35.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>Tonight we took David to his first concert! He is a huge fan of Maroon 5 and they played at a local outdoor ampitheatre so I bought some tickets. We gave him the full experience. Arrived early and tailgated then went in late to the show. Found a spot just in time for Maroon 5 to take the stage. They played a great show. David was very quiet, but I could tell he was taking it all in and enjoying himself. Later I asked why he was not singing and he said "Mom, I did not want all those people to hear me." I assured him that they were listening to the band and not to him and that he can sing at his next concert! Too damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233805212956570962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI2HH3dNVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/l_C9Hxm4x3A/s320/DSC07303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tailgating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233805222162984290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI2HqKb7WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/fRgtRTFyD24/s320/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tad loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233805227717646818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI2H-2xWeI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-MphpxsRfDo/s320/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1653800170187102831?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1653800170187102831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1653800170187102831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1653800170187102831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1653800170187102831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SKI2HH3dNVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/l_C9Hxm4x3A/s72-c/DSC07303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-678776283844671786</id><published>2008-08-06T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:03:42.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the unexpected</title><content type='html'>I worked a bit later than usual today and on my way home my friend and co-worker texted me.  Her and her boyfriend were going for Chinese at a great restaurant by me.  She invited the kids and I to join them.  So we did.  The kids were not on their best behavior, but certainly not their worst.  We ate our dinner and then the kids wanted to see the water fall and fish tank.  Ava wanted Kristen to take her and she did just that.  I was talking with Lou about fixing up the house so I invited them over to see Steve's handy work in the kitchen.  David was very excited to have them come over.  He wanted Lou to watch him play Wii.  Ava put on her crazy wild show and must have banged her head 4 times!  She is too much.  I was so happy they asked us to spend the evening with them.  We had a great time and they are a very sweet couple.  I told them next time we'll have to have an adult outing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-678776283844671786?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/678776283844671786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=678776283844671786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/678776283844671786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/678776283844671786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-unexpected.html' title='Love the unexpected'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1041938341648107827</id><published>2008-08-05T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:40:40.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is on your face?</title><content type='html'>When I got off the treadmill I was looking for some old pictures in the basement.  David came down to ask me if he had blood coming out of his eye.  Although it's an odd question, I looked and saw nothing.  I figured he was a 5 year old boy with a crazy imagination.  Until he came back down with a red line from his eye to his neck that he drew with red marker!  When I saw him I immediately asked him what happened to which he responded that it was blood.  I quickly informed him it was not and asked if it was in fact marker.  We went to the computer desk where I could see the drawer open and the red wipe off marker uncapped.  After I scrubbed the red line off his handsome little face - we sat down.  And had a talk.  His behavior lately had not been normal.  He is usually a very good boy.  Aside from the normal 'boy stuff' he is never in trouble.  I put him on my lap and held him tight.  I explained how sometimes when something is bothering someone, they act out.  I asked him if this was what he was doing.  He then opened up and told me that going on the bus is making him scared.  He is also nervous about having to do projects at home like his friend Harlee who is going into 1st grade told him would happen.  I calmly explained to him that the bus would be fun and that he would meet some new friends.  I also let him know that the first day I would be there to put him on and take him off the bus.  As for the projects, he could always count on his Dad and I to give him some assitance if he got stuck.  This talk must have helped him immensely, because he fell asleep within 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy...growing up so fast...going through so many changes...I wish I could hold him on my lap forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1041938341648107827?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1041938341648107827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1041938341648107827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1041938341648107827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1041938341648107827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-on-your-face.html' title='What is on your face?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8224317418331106914</id><published>2008-08-04T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:27:20.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmom update</title><content type='html'>I spoke to my Grandmom today after she talked to her doctor.  Her surgery is next Monday 8/11 and she does not need to go for pre-admit testing.  Her EKG's and other tests from last month are recent enough to count.  I think that relieved some of her worry.  Please keep her in your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8224317418331106914?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8224317418331106914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8224317418331106914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8224317418331106914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8224317418331106914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandmom-update.html' title='Grandmom update'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3141361689533656551</id><published>2008-08-03T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:24:30.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>Each summer Steve takes a week to help his cousin with the County Fair.  The fair starts tomorrow, but Steve started working today.  He was gone from 9 am to about 7 pm.  A very long and hot day.  While he was gone, I took the kids to Lowe's to get some paint rollers for Steve and PetSmart for a new beta fish.  The one David chose is blue, so he named him Obi Wan since he has a blue lightsaber.  When we got home, we put the fish in his bowl and the kids just watched him for a while.  Very cute.  I fed them lunch and Ava went down for a nice long nap.  I took the opportunity to walk on the treadmill and get some things done that I have been trying to get done for months.  She woke up pretty happy and we played outside for a bit.  When it was time for dinner, I made them pork roll but decided to wait and eat with Steve.  When Steve got home, we had stuffed sole and twice baked potatoes - YUM!  Ava was still awake and wanted to sit with me while I ate.  She kept trying to touch the fish, so I told her not too because she is allergic.  So I hear her say "nuts, nuts, nuts".  She is so friggin smart &amp;amp; cute...she knows she is allergic to nuts!  Steve and I were cracking up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve has a very busy week ahead.  But, the money is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3141361689533656551?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3141361689533656551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3141361689533656551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3141361689533656551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3141361689533656551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2664362887248671174</id><published>2008-08-02T14:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:18:11.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve - angry?</title><content type='html'>My dear hubby did some painting in David's room today. He is about 1/2 done. I thought to reward his hard work we'd take a ride with the kids to Pt. Pleasant. We'd grab dinner and let the kids hit the arcade and rides. On our trip down, Ava fell asleep and David was a sneak. He asked if he could have a fruit roll up that I had in the diaper bag and I told him yes, but to only eat the one. The rest were for later and some were for Ava. Before I could turn back around, he polished off 2 packs of fruit gushers and 1 fruit roll up. Steve and I were PISSED. Next, he began complaining of a belly ache. Hmmm, wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the boardwalk and decided to eat at Jenk's. We went to the area in the back where you get waiter service and there was so much going on. There were tons of people and a band. Not to mention you could see the beach and ocean from our table. Ava was great. She sat in her highchair enjoying the people and food. David was BAD. So bad in fact, that we ate dinner (in misery) and drove home. There were no rides, no arcade, no ice cream. The ride home, as you can imagine sucked. He screamed and cried, so SHE screamed and cried. BUT, we HAD to do it. He will never learn if we keep rewarding his shitty behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we were pissed. Even Steve was angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2664362887248671174?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2664362887248671174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2664362887248671174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2664362887248671174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2664362887248671174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/steve-angry.html' title='Steve - angry?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2654111381914784119</id><published>2008-08-01T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:39:23.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmom</title><content type='html'>I have a fantastic Grandmom.  I know most people feel that way about their Grandmom, but I really mean it.  She is sweet, caring and kind.  There is never a negative thing said by her.  Whenever I need her, she is there.  For me or my kids.  When I was little, she always let us do crazy things that only a Grandmom would.  She is always so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got some sad news.  My Grandmom has stage 1 breast cancer.  She found a lump last week and was diagnosed today.  She goes Monday for pre-admit testing for a lumpectomy some time next week.  She is scared, but optomistic.  And so are the doctors.  The lump is less than an inch and like I said, in stage 1.  I know in my heart that she is going to be fine, but I am scared for her as well.  I am also pissed that this is happening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are a person of prayer, say one for her.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2654111381914784119?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2654111381914784119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2654111381914784119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2654111381914784119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2654111381914784119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-grandmom.html' title='My Grandmom'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7593120495979241997</id><published>2008-07-31T21:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:03:34.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all who you know</title><content type='html'>I had taken yesterday off when I bought the Foo Fighters tickets because I knew we'd be out late and not feel like going to work in the morning.  Steve had been trying to get David's room re-painted, so I figured I'd take the kids out to the Liberty Science Center and he could get some work done.  I mentioned this to my co-worker friend who's wife happens to work there and she left me 4 tickets at the Welcome Desk!  SCORE!  I thought that was so nice of her.  I was not expecting anything and that was way cool.  I had only met her the night before and she totally hooked us up.  We got to the LSC about 10:30 am and started on the 1st floor.  Then we made our way to the top (4th fl) and slowly made our way down.  There was SO much to see.  David and Ava had a really good time.  We ate lunch at their cafe and I was impressed with how healthy their food choices were.  David ate an entire turkey burger on a whole wheat bun!  We did not get to see any of the shows, due to Ava's inability to sit.  Maybe next time.  Before we left I stopped in to see the lovely lady that gave us tickets, but she was at lunch.  I gave her hubs a little something to bring her home today to say Thanks.  We had a really great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7593120495979241997?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7593120495979241997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7593120495979241997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7593120495979241997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7593120495979241997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-all-who-you-know.html' title='It&apos;s all who you know'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-168644589629790305</id><published>2008-07-30T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:25:33.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best</title><content type='html'>WOW WOW WOW!  I had bought Steve tickets to see the Foo Fighters for our anniversary in March and last night was the show.  IT WAS THE BEST!  They put on a rockin kick ass show.  We saw them at the Izod Center at the Meadowlands and weren't thrilled about another inside show, but we were so not disappointed.  A friend of mine from work and his wife also had tickets to the show, so we tailgated with them and their friends before hand.  When we went into the show they were already starting to play.  We tried to sit with our tailgating buddies, but there were no seats.  Our seats were pretty good, so I did not mind having to sit by ourselves.  They did a lot of their old songs and some new, but every one sounded unreal.  Dave Groehl is so great.  Half way through the show, they moved to a stage in the center of the arena and we could see perfectly.  Their drummer is so good.  Everyone in the band is good, but Taylor can totally play.  When they came out for an encore, they played The Best of You as the last song - THE BEST.  I told Steve that last nights show is my new favorite concert.  Must see them again.  Still singing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-168644589629790305?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/168644589629790305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=168644589629790305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/168644589629790305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/168644589629790305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/best.html' title='The Best'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3210233694813540671</id><published>2008-07-29T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:46:54.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Bed instead of Airplane Seat</title><content type='html'>While I was grabbing a sandwich yesterday, my Dad called to inform me that he would be watching the kids until I got home because my Mom was at the hospital with my sister.  See, my sister and her husband flew up from FL last week to attend my parents 60th birthday party and were due to fly home yesterday afternoon.  That all changed when my sister woke up with abdonimal pain.  When I first spoke to my Mom, they thought it was her appendix, but she was diagnosed with 3 cysts on her ovaries instead.  She will need to have 1 of them removed when she returns to FL.  Her husband had to fly home Monday without her to get back to work and their animals.  I think she'll be heading back later this week.  I was glad to hear she did not have to have her appendix out, but abdominal pain sucks - either way.  Isn't being a woman great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3210233694813540671?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3210233694813540671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3210233694813540671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3210233694813540671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3210233694813540671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/hospital-bed-instead-of-airplane-seat.html' title='Hospital Bed instead of Airplane Seat'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-409367612565829127</id><published>2008-07-28T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:08:08.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning when we woke up the sun was shining at the Jersey Shore.  I took the kids outside to enjoy it.  Aunt Mary took a bike ride out to the bagel store and bakery for some breakfast - she is sweet like that.  We ate breakfast while her and Uncle Bob ran to church.  Steve and I decided to take the kids to Seaside when they returned.  It was so great of them to let us stay...we hope to do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did hit the boardwalk for about an hour.  David loves the arcade, so we spent most of our time in there.  We did walk over to the rides, but they were not open yet.  The minute we got in the car, it started to rain.  Talk about perfect timing.  Before heading back North, we drove around the area checking out any houses for sale.  When we got home I had a killer migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was kind enough to let me try to nap it off, but when I woke up it was worse.  I thought I was hungry, so we took a ride out to Steve's work so he could turn on the AC and then we had dinner.  We went to a restaurant that we had gone to for a Xmas party and liked.  Our dinner was very good.  My headache got a tiny bit better but came back full force on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night I was in PAIN.  I really can not take feeling that way.  However, it has been a LONG TIME since I've had a headache like that.  I think it was from the sun on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the work week now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-409367612565829127?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/409367612565829127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=409367612565829127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/409367612565829127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/409367612565829127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/stormy.html' title='Stormy'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2453458329816526688</id><published>2008-07-27T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:18:06.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin Good Time</title><content type='html'>WOW!  Yesterday was a blast.  We were able to spend some time with my Aunt Mary and Uncle Bob before the party at the beach and at their house.  They have a really great place.  Very roomy and very homey.  The kids had a lot of fun at the beach.  Aunt Mary took David to ride the waves and Ava played in the sand.  Before the party, we all took showers in the outside shower (separately of course).  David and Ava LOVED the outside shower.  I got them dressed and then took care of myself.  My sister had come by and took Ava over to the party while I was still getting ready.  I wore a cute outfit I picked up at Target.  A pair of leggings and a tank dress.  Steve made fun of me for wearing pants, but I told him - they are not pants, they are leggings.  Then it was off to the party.  When we arrived, we said our hello's and then we ate.  The food was delicious.  It was BBQ, and I tried one of everything.  Then we mingled and had a grand 'ol time.  I chatted with my family and extended family.  My sister got Ava to nap in the stroller before the band started.  David found himself a girlfriend to play with.  They had a whole lot of fun playing under the house.  The house was really neat.  There were all kinds of levels and hidden spaces.  David thought he was on a pirate ship!  We danced and laughed and really enjoyed ourselves.  When it was finally time to go, I was super glad that I only had to walk 1 block.  David fell asleep right when we got home.  Ava put on a little show for my Aunt and Uncle but once we went to bed - she was out.  What a GREAT time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2453458329816526688?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2453458329816526688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2453458329816526688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2453458329816526688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2453458329816526688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/rockin-good-time.html' title='Rockin Good Time'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1622687805123031257</id><published>2008-07-26T21:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:04:22.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A group of old people</title><content type='html'>This afternoon we'll be attending a party to celebrate my parents and some of their life long friends 60th birthdays.  The party is at one of the friends ocean front homes at the Jersey Shore.  Each couple invited 20 people, so this will be quite a large party.  They are having it catered and hired a local band.  Most of my aunts and uncles will be there and some of my cousins.  My Aunt Mary and Uncle Bob live in the same town and are only 1 block away and were nice enough to invite to stay with them.  That will be a life saver when it comes to the kids.  We are planning on going early so we can hit the beach.  I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1622687805123031257?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1622687805123031257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1622687805123031257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1622687805123031257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1622687805123031257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/group-of-old-people.html' title='A group of old people'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1377044340169419669</id><published>2008-07-25T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:02:25.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When did THAT happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SIojKjb34zI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1rnW67K9bbI/s1600-h/0070170-R1-046-21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227028981734695730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SIojKjb34zI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1rnW67K9bbI/s320/0070170-R1-046-21A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember David napping in his boppy pillow and watching him sleep. Snuggling him up while he was off in la la land. It feels like it was yesterday. Now, out of no where, I am filling out kindergarten papers and getting him ready for his 1st day of school. It really did go by so very fast. Scary fast. I am just glad that he still wants me to snuggle him while he is off in la la land. My baby boy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227028979131398322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SIojKZvMuLI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/wcPyS7a5-eg/s320/DSC06370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1377044340169419669?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1377044340169419669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1377044340169419669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1377044340169419669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1377044340169419669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-did-that-happen.html' title='When did THAT happen?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SIojKjb34zI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1rnW67K9bbI/s72-c/0070170-R1-046-21A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7988289029726387044</id><published>2008-07-24T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:05:17.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of positive thinking</title><content type='html'>There are a few people in my life that could use a little prayer or positive thinking.  Some are related to me and others are friends.  There are even a few people that I don't know directly, but have heard their story and think of them often wishing them the best in their situation.  If you have a moment, send some prayer or positive thoughts their way.  I do not want to blurt out their names or situations to the entire world, but would like some extra prayers and good thoughts sent their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7988289029726387044?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7988289029726387044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7988289029726387044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7988289029726387044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7988289029726387044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-of-positive-thinking.html' title='Power of positive thinking'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1061964977774729035</id><published>2008-07-23T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:40:54.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In pain and home early</title><content type='html'>Steve had his final of 3 dentist appts this morning.  The first 2 were just for cleaning since he had not been there in 5 years!  Today's visit was to fix some cavities that were discovered.  Well, he went in for 3 and came out with 6 cavities worked on.  YUCK!  So, when I was on my way home, I got a call letting me know that he too was on his way home.  His mouth was killing him.  I feel bad that his mouth hurts, but I do enjoy having him home with us!  Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1061964977774729035?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1061964977774729035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1061964977774729035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1061964977774729035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1061964977774729035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-pain-and-home-early.html' title='In pain and home early'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7140465157286207163</id><published>2008-07-22T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:07:01.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I stay or Do I go...</title><content type='html'>Still contemplating moving.  I really love my house, but I do not like my neighbors or even the neighborhood.  Mainly because there really isn't one.  There is no place to go for a walk and we have no friends around.  We would also love a garage and I am dying for a mud room.  The shore is where I would LOVE to go, but it is really pricey.  I think I'd rather go where I can get more for my money.  The other draw back is selling.  I've never had to do it, but it seems like a real pain in the ass.  I also think we should get a certain amount for our house, but the market is for buyers, not sellers.  I am torn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7140465157286207163?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7140465157286207163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7140465157286207163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7140465157286207163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7140465157286207163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-i-stay-or-do-i-go.html' title='Do I stay or Do I go...'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-3593809162923677376</id><published>2008-07-21T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:32:00.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Terror</title><content type='html'>Ava was up at 5 am today.  SCREAMING.  I could not get her to stop.  I tried everything.  I changed her diaper, put cream on her eczema, gave her benedryl for the itch, rocked her and gave her a bottle.  She finally stopped.  Then she puked.  This was all before 6 am.  UGH!!!  Back to SCREAMING.  I really need to get my butt in the shower for work and I can not out her down.  I email my boss that I will be late and leave Steve with her SCREAMING.  Even in the shower I can hear her.  After I got dressed, I had her come upstairs and was able to entertain her with the piggy bank so I could finish getting ready.  When I left, she was quietly eating a donut.  Steve called as I was getting into the parking lot asking me what kind of pills I keep in my make up table.  I was like "WHAT!" - yes, she was popping pills.  I told him that there weren't any that I know of.  So, I called the pediatrician and Steve brought her in.  About an hour later he called to report that she is healthy as an Ox.  No reason for this behavior!  I was hoping that she had something that could be fixed and she would go back to being a normal baby.  I was wrong.  UGH!  My Mom got there early to help out.  I did not want to Steve to run away and never come home ;)  As cute and loving as Ava can be - she sure was the utter opposite this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-3593809162923677376?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/3593809162923677376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=3593809162923677376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3593809162923677376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/3593809162923677376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-terror.html' title='Holy Terror'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4088698081498029195</id><published>2008-07-20T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:16:54.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Framing business</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my Uncle dropped off a picture that my Dad's boss would like an estimate on for framing.  I put a lot of nice frames and mats together and took photos of them for my Dad to show him.  I thoroughly enjoy the framing part of my business.  It is amazing how different something can look just by the frame it is in or the mat colors surrounding it.  I find it a lot of fun to mix and match to find that perfect look.  I also am very impressed with the quality of the pieces.  The pieces that people have ordered from me and even the ones I ordered for me, are fantastic.  I am really going to work hard at making this work.  I really enjoy it and want it to grow.  Wish me luck and if you would like something framed, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4088698081498029195?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4088698081498029195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4088698081498029195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4088698081498029195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4088698081498029195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/framing-business.html' title='Framing business'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2622116071272180107</id><published>2008-07-19T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:10:59.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Time</title><content type='html'>A few years back, I bought a pool on a whim!  One of those big ones that you can get at Toys R Us.  We did not put it up last year, but David really wanted it up this year, so Steve did it today.  Both the kids 'helped' fill it and when it was ready, they could not wait to get in.  David is tall enough where his head is above water and believe it or not, Ava could reach on her tippy toes.  They had a blast in there.  Ava seriously has no fear.  She even went under a few times, which scared the crap out of me - but not her.  Steve was in there with them at one point with both kids hanging on him.  I know where they will be the rest of the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2622116071272180107?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2622116071272180107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2622116071272180107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2622116071272180107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2622116071272180107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-time.html' title='Pool Time'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4049296564956971381</id><published>2008-07-18T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:02:19.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>The kids and I met my friends for dinner tonight.  We met at the Grove.  They are expecting their first baby and this was the 1st time I was seeing them since I heard the wonderful news.  Well, Ava sure put on a show.  She was pretty bad.  Throwing her food, screaming, kicking, feet on the table, running around...they sure got to see what the terrible (almost) 2's are going to be like!  I felt so bad.  I hope they enjoyed their dinner even with all the craziness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4049296564956971381?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4049296564956971381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4049296564956971381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4049296564956971381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4049296564956971381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7932902536050346754</id><published>2008-07-17T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:59:18.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy</title><content type='html'>David thinks he's Indiana Jones.  It is the cutest thing.  When he gets dressed each day, he wants to wear all brown to look like Indy.  He has the hat, the whip and the gun.  He even uses my Mom's exercise ball as the big boulder from one of the movies.  He is hilarious.  I had the pleasure of taking him to the movies to see the latest Indiana Jones movie.  It was so cute to watch him watch the movie.  He was really into it.  We got popcorn and fruit punch to share which he thought was great.  At one point, he asked to sit on my lap due to some frightening scenes.  We had a really good time.  I decided to make a date out of it and we stopped for dinner at Bonefish.  He has been dying to go there since it opened, but it is not a place I want to take Ava.  This was the perfect opportunity to take him.  After we gave our name, we went to the bar and had a drink.  He decided he'd rather wait outside on the couches, so we ventured out there until our pager went off.  They sat us in a nice booth at the back of the restaurant.  He ordered grilled chicken and veggies and ate his entire peice of chicken and all his green beans.  We had a fabulous dinner and a great date.  I can't wait to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7932902536050346754?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7932902536050346754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7932902536050346754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7932902536050346754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7932902536050346754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/indy.html' title='Indy'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7220544118262112558</id><published>2008-07-16T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:54:03.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>I am home sick today.  YUCK!  I got a sore throat at work yesterday, but attributed it to all the singing I did at the concert.  Well, I went to the Dr. and I have a virus.  No strep.  Red bumps on my throat.  GROSS!  I need rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7220544118262112558?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7220544118262112558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7220544118262112558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7220544118262112558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7220544118262112558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2698801568670102902</id><published>2008-07-15T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:51:33.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on a Prayer</title><content type='html'>Last night Steve and I took the train into NYC to see Bon Jovi at MSG. We got in early so we could grab some dinner. One of our favorite restaurants is Carmine's and there was no wait so we ate there. We had the calamari for appetizer and shrimp parm for dinner. The food was to die for. Excellent. After, we took a walk around Times Square to waste some time. The Home Run Derby was at Yankee Stadium so they had something set up in Times Square in conjuction with that. We made our way back to MSG with some time to kill - so we people watched. Well, Steve pointed out a woman to me that was wearing a scarf. He thought it odd as he was sweating in shorts. So I turn to look and see something totally different. The man she was with. It was William Petersen, from CSI! My favorite show and character. So I run to get ahead of him so I can snap a picture. I was so nervous and the picture came out crappy, but he looked great. It was so cool! Right after that, there was some yelling going on between a homeless man and two girls handing out Vegas promos. When he got next to us, he threw a pocket knife at them! The next thing we know, a cop and his horse are going after him! Then an MSG security guard takes him down. It all happened so fast! I love NYC! Now, we were ready to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to our seats, the opening act (All American Rejects) did there thing. They were actually pretty good and I had heard or 4 of their songs before. It took about 45 minutes for Bon Jovi to come out. But when they did....they ROCKED! It was awsome. We had a great time. I am so glad we went. After all these years and tours, he's still got it. I am never disappointed when I leave his show. And it was funny - about half way through the show - it hit me. Jon was singing Blaze of Glory and I realized that William Petersen was in Young Guns II - Jon did the soundtrack and was in the movie! I told Steve and he was laughing at me. I always have to find a reason for things ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2698801568670102902?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2698801568670102902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2698801568670102902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2698801568670102902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2698801568670102902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-on-prayer.html' title='Living on a Prayer'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4102101537102635652</id><published>2008-07-14T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:37:44.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling the babysitter</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, Steve and I went out for dinner with my cousin John and his girlfriend Holly.  I had called the babysitter earlier in the week to line her up.  When I first asked John and Holly to go with us, they had declined due to Holly having plans.  Then John came over Saturday afternoon to hang out, so I asked him to come with Steve and I anyway.  When we were ready to leave our house, Holly called and she was able to meet us.  We went to a local bring your own Italian restaurant.  We all enjoyed our dinner and each others company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the babysitter home while Steve got the kids ready for bed.  When I got home, David said "Mom, next time you go out to dinner, just have Aunt Tracey watch us".  Well David, I think it's a but much to ask Aunt Tracey to drive 3 hrs to babysit for 2 hrs!  He is too cute.  His mind is ALWAYS going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4102101537102635652?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4102101537102635652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4102101537102635652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4102101537102635652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4102101537102635652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/calling-babysitter.html' title='Calling the babysitter'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4743910105742131174</id><published>2008-07-13T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:57:11.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 21!</title><content type='html'>The baby of the Kenny side of my family will be 21 tomorrow. I can not believe it! We are going up to my aunt and uncle's to celebrate with her. I know she has some big plans for next weekend and I hope she has a wonderful time. She is a great girl, I am so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my 21st birthday like it was yesterday. Steve and I were living in FL at the time, so he took me to Orlando to celebrate. We stayed in Celebration with my parents friend Rolly. Steve did not feel well but knew I wanted to go real bad, so he sucked it up and we went. We spent my actual birthday in Sea World. It was so much fun. Because it is an Anheiser Busch theme park, they serve beer so I was able to drink my first legal beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to be young again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4743910105742131174?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4743910105742131174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4743910105742131174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4743910105742131174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4743910105742131174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-21.html' title='The big 21!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8127952946491945697</id><published>2008-07-12T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:22:42.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So official</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time at my Uncle's ceremony. He looked so handsome in his uniform. I usually do not get to see him in it. The ceremony itself was about an hour. So official! My Aunt and the girls were a part of it - very nice touch. After, there was a reception with dinner and drinks. Those AirForce bartenders can make 1 heck of a margarita! I must have had 5 - that is a lot for me. The food was very good as well. Most of all, my Uncle was in his glory that not only did he become General, but that his family, friends and co-workers were there to celebrate with him. It was a very special day. One that he totally deserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8127952946491945697?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8127952946491945697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8127952946491945697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8127952946491945697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8127952946491945697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-official.html' title='So official'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8270990291075233271</id><published>2008-07-11T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:18:47.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off?  Says who?</title><content type='html'>Steve and I have the day off to attend my Uncle Bob's pinning ceremony.  He was given the title of General in the Air Force.  They are giving him a ceremony and reception at McGuire AFB this afternoon and we are so excited to attend.  However, I have done nothing but work my butt off since I woke up.  I really needed to give my house a good cleaning and that is what I did.  I wanted it to be done prior to my sister in law and the kids arrival and I did it.  Tracey is watching David and Ava so we can attend the ceremony.  They were so happy to have them coming over.  Ava was saying Ty Ty and Ally ALL MORNING.  She really is in love with Ty Ty.  David was thrilled as well.  They'll have a grand 'ol time.  Ok, time to hit the shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8270990291075233271?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8270990291075233271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8270990291075233271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8270990291075233271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8270990291075233271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-off-says-who.html' title='Day off?  Says who?'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7933128126032590309</id><published>2008-07-10T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:13:19.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So late</title><content type='html'>David's birthday was a month ago and I have yet to get his Thank You cards out.  Part of it is my fault and part of it is because the ones I ordered have not arrived yet.  Either way, I hope people do not think we are rude and forgot to send them out!  Lately, I just can not get it together.  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7933128126032590309?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7933128126032590309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7933128126032590309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7933128126032590309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7933128126032590309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-late.html' title='So late'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5563928967333702112</id><published>2008-07-09T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:05:00.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>I had to run over to the mall to pick up something I ordered from this crafty lady and the kids were with me. As we were walking in, the police were walking out with a lady in handcuffs. David was very interested in what was going on. I told him I assumed she was stealing by the HUGE white purse she was carrying (it was bigger than her). Then I rambled on about how you should never steal. Then David asked me 2 questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do people steal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him it is because they can not afford something they want because they either do not have a job or they want something that costs more than they make. Then came question #2:&lt;br /&gt;2. Can I get a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are SO FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5563928967333702112?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5563928967333702112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5563928967333702112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5563928967333702112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5563928967333702112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-6492404763585039584</id><published>2008-07-08T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:14:42.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth and Rock n Roll</title><content type='html'>Steve and David had dentist appts this morning.  David needed another tooth pulled and Steve hasn't been to the dentist in FOREVER.  On Steve's way to work, he dropped David off at my office.  He was a very good boy.  We walked to the convenience store and picked up soup, twinkies and strawberry milk.  He ate pretty well.  The rest of the afternoon  he played his PSP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped at Toys R Us.  I had pre-ordered Guitar Hero Aerosmith for Wii so I picked that up and let David get some Lego's for being a good patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-6492404763585039584?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/6492404763585039584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=6492404763585039584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6492404763585039584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6492404763585039584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/teeth-and-rock-n-roll.html' title='Teeth and Rock n Roll'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2044876224532454130</id><published>2008-07-07T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:08:28.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>I had a follow up at the Neurologist this afternoon and he cleared me!  I no longer have to see him unless I start to feel bad again.  The vitamin regimen I am on is working well.  In case you are a headache sufferer, here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 mg Vitamin B-2&lt;br /&gt;500 mg Magnesium&lt;br /&gt;300 mg Co-Q 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try it, give it 2 to 4 weeks to get into your system.  It took me about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2044876224532454130?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2044876224532454130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2044876224532454130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2044876224532454130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2044876224532454130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-6887910956965219900</id><published>2008-07-06T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:02:07.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off</title><content type='html'>from running around!  Had to go food shopping and do laundry but that was it.  Steve cooked out on the grill because I was dying for a cheeseburger.  Tomorrow it's back to work, but I'll admit, I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-6887910956965219900?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/6887910956965219900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=6887910956965219900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6887910956965219900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6887910956965219900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-off.html' title='A day off'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8389184163340248658</id><published>2008-07-05T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:58:52.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family was invited to a fantastic party at the friends of my brother and sister-in-law. They have a beautiful home on lots of land. There was nothing they left out. Great food, plenty of drinks and whole lot of fun. We also got to meet some really nice people. I even took a ride in a tethered hot air balloon with Tracey! It was unreal. The rain put a little damper on things, but once it was over, the party picked right back up. David had a great time. He spent the entire day with Ty. Before leaving, Rich and I karaoked our butts off! I think we did a great job. What a good time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223424614000798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1VAvSMqyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/89dUf1sCCwI/s320/DSC07021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot air balloon&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223424622903574098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1VBQcyPlI/AAAAAAAAA94/EVH6tc2W8o0/s320/DSC07023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ty &amp;amp; David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223425411509114994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1VvKO_2HI/AAAAAAAAA-I/_yPZs5enHOQ/s320/DSC07066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rich &amp;amp; I singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8389184163340248658?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8389184163340248658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8389184163340248658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8389184163340248658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8389184163340248658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/party-time.html' title='Party time!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1VAvSMqyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/89dUf1sCCwI/s72-c/DSC07021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-9127662621891076496</id><published>2008-07-04T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:46:46.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>Or is it?  The weather is horrible.  No beach today.  I walked Ava into town and I shopped.  Not exactly what I had in mind.  Steve took David golfing in the afternoon.  David loved riding in the cart.  Steve even let him take a few swings.  We grabbed dinner at the Squan Tavern but we should have went home.  Both kids were horrible.  We decided to call it quits and go back home.  I was very disappointed.  I wanted to see fireworks, but we missed them.  Hopefully tomorrow will be nicer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-9127662621891076496?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/9127662621891076496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=9127662621891076496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/9127662621891076496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/9127662621891076496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4976307712030485728</id><published>2008-07-03T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:42:40.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day</title><content type='html'>We spent the day on the beach!  My absolute favorite place to be.  It was breezy - even cold - but it still felt great.  Tonight we took the kids to the boardwalk.  We had dinner up there and then David and I played mini-golf.  He had asked me to play last time we were there, but I had to say No, because I had noone to watch Ava.  So Steve walked Ava around to see the sites while we played.  He did really well and we had a ton of fun.  We left before sundown because Ava was cold.  I love the Jersey Shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4976307712030485728?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4976307712030485728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4976307712030485728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4976307712030485728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4976307712030485728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4472118027233978923</id><published>2008-07-02T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:38:48.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back home</title><content type='html'>After spending the day swimming &amp;amp; fishing, we drove to Jacksonville airport to go home. This flight was better, but Ava was not having it. She threw a big fit before and during take off. While we were in the air she was ok. Not great, but ok. We landed early (yahoo). My cousin John picked us up at the airport (Thanks John). It felt GREAT to be home in good 'ol Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419679823477378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1QhiCpuoI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cvykh0kOf-c/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419684647288018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1Qh0AvPNI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GfM8UfeOOHc/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana, Steve, David and Ava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419692949402338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1QiS8HcuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0T9PGy4ExRU/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The kids in the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4472118027233978923?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4472118027233978923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4472118027233978923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4472118027233978923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4472118027233978923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-back-home.html' title='Going back home'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1QhiCpuoI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cvykh0kOf-c/s72-c/IMG_1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7911247005969772237</id><published>2008-07-01T21:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:29:24.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezing it all in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve's Dad took us out on the boat this morning. We went to a park and let the kids play for a little while. On the trip back, Ava had a nice meltdown. Once we got home, she refused her nap but went right in the pool. We spent the entire afternoon swimming. David jumped off the big wall and really got brave swimming. For dinner we drove over to St. Augustine. The place was called the Saltwater Cowboy. It was a neat place and the food was great, although I had to eat a cold dinner thanks to Ava. Oh well. After dinner, I wanted to go into town. They have some great shopping, but most of all it's very pretty. I did some shopping and then we grabbed some ice cream. Across the street from the ice cream palor was the Fort. David was very interested in seeing it, so we walked over there. It was awesome. We would have stayed longer but the rain was coming. I would love to stay there on a future trip. Sleeping went better tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223417087142108610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1OKnjPncI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ePEiXjGOxP8/s320/DSC06909.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids on the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223417662603126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1OsHT16BI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/a1tEVQ5ogvM/s320/DSC06923.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Playing at the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223417658370393058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1Or3irg-I/AAAAAAAAA9I/gw7ebwBKCpY/s320/DSC06938.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223417103282983890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1OLjrh09I/AAAAAAAAA84/t-HjyEclWSI/s320/DSC06951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinner at the Saltwater Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223417107087435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1OLx2lJ1I/AAAAAAAAA9A/wvmnN9bv_f4/s320/DSC06990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fort in St. Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7911247005969772237?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7911247005969772237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7911247005969772237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7911247005969772237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7911247005969772237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/07/squeezing-it-all-in.html' title='Squeezing it all in'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1OKnjPncI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ePEiXjGOxP8/s72-c/DSC06909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-4137723070462332458</id><published>2008-06-30T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:15:33.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One place to another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While I packed up suitcases and took the kids shopping at Downtown Disney, Steve hit the Disney Car Care Center to pick up our rental car. We drove to Palm Coast today to visit Steve's parents. The kids and I did real well while we shopped and waited for Steve to pick us up. No crying, fighting or tantrums! David even built his own lightsaber! He chose the Darth Maul version. Mighty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223414190775851986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1LiBvt29I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/IVa65IVCDRc/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223414201096012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1LioMPARI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/x7OrsgYaeTQ/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took us a little over an hour to get to Palm Coast. When we arrived, Steve's parents friends were there. My mother in law cooked a huge dinner and we ate like kings. The kids could not WAIT to get in the pool. By the time Ava was ready for bed so was I. We slept together in the TV room on the blow up bed. She woke up screaming at midnight, but after she got it out - she slept like a log.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-4137723070462332458?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/4137723070462332458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=4137723070462332458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4137723070462332458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/4137723070462332458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-place-to-another.html' title='One place to another'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1LiBvt29I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/IVa65IVCDRc/s72-c/IMG_1782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-6121735932709357508</id><published>2008-06-29T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:05:46.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epcot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My favorite park. Breakfast was with the Princesses in Norway and it was delicious. After we went and Fast Passed some rides. While we were fast passing Test Track a lady gave up her 2 passes to David and Steve. It was David's 1st time on it and he really enjoyed himself. About noon, my sister and her husband met us at Spaceship Earth. We rode that together and then they took Ava so the 3 of us could experience Soarin'. WOW - what a ride. Fantastic. We met up with Amy, Andrew and Ava in Mexico so I could have my margarita! Our dinner reservations were at the Coral Reef. The kids loved the huge fish tank. Dinner was very tasty. We finished the night traveling the countries and completing David's mask and of course the fireworks. Fun, Fun, Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411405679211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1I_6c7svI/AAAAAAAAA7o/pYFRbNqFabM/s320/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breakfast with Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411407673470658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1JAB4ZrsI/AAAAAAAAA7w/xOBpZnTBFng/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donald and David in Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411423232945858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1JA72EbsI/AAAAAAAAA74/hXsy5lPQHbA/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411432850292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1JBfrBf0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/xEQHHwGSKFk/s320/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;David in China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411439071888082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1JB22XgtI/AAAAAAAAA8I/O8c02491HBU/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-6121735932709357508?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/6121735932709357508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=6121735932709357508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6121735932709357508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6121735932709357508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/epcot.html' title='Epcot'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1I_6c7svI/AAAAAAAAA7o/pYFRbNqFabM/s72-c/IMG_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-5665959407396170154</id><published>2008-06-28T20:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:50:56.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's Hollywood Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FGLs6vhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CNG2E6HNfqc/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223407115342364178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FGLs6vhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CNG2E6HNfqc/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outside ESPN Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very exciting! We attended Star Wars weekend at the park today. It was so cool. David was in his glory. Again Steve's parents met us at the park. We rode lots of rides and saw the Indiana Jones show. I took David to see the Block Party Bash parade and Jedi Training. He did not get picked to be trained, but he was a very good boy and just watched. When I saw Darth Maul, I was happy he was on the sidelines. It was VERY hot today, so half way through the day, Steve took Ava back to the hotel to cool down. We all met up for dinner at the 50's Prime Time Cafe. Before we left the park Steve took David on the Tower of Terror for the 1st time. He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223407121840361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FGj6KUOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4txPViVH6S4/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jedi Mickey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223407128722984978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FG9jG0BI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/s9em9aA4m2g/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look what we got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223407137490939522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FHeNjLoI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_s_PMYgDdiQ/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darth Maul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223407145479340146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FH7-IgHI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MwabAdIr9NQ/s320/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and the kids leaving DHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-5665959407396170154?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/5665959407396170154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=5665959407396170154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5665959407396170154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/5665959407396170154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/disneys-hollywood-studios.html' title='Disney&apos;s Hollywood Studios'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1FGLs6vhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CNG2E6HNfqc/s72-c/IMG_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-1092989122598990407</id><published>2008-06-27T20:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:34:44.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1AO59fFnI/AAAAAAAAA6g/5yu8csEn8gY/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223401767640700530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1AO59fFnI/AAAAAAAAA6g/5yu8csEn8gY/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve, Pluto and David at the Liberty Tree Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1APSGpKQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/8MuYH_WEY2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223401774121560322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1APSGpKQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/8MuYH_WEY2Y/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;David and Chip at dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we had breakfast with Donald in Africa and spent the day at the Animal Kingdom. Steve's parents met us at the park. We had a wonderful day at hit all the rides and shows. My favorite is the Lion King show. For dinner we met at the Boardwalk and ate at ESPN Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223401779124042898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1APkvU_JI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pmt0CKB7rWI/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, Donald and David in Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223401787287750354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1AQDJtRtI/AAAAAAAAA64/zE5xP95nKCo/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ava in the Animal Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-1092989122598990407?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/1092989122598990407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=1092989122598990407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1092989122598990407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/1092989122598990407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/animal-kingdom.html' title='Animal Kingdom'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH1AO59fFnI/AAAAAAAAA6g/5yu8csEn8gY/s72-c/IMG_1385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-8031786125995499001</id><published>2008-06-26T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:17:36.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>The flight to Orlando was horrible. We had to circle Orlando only to be diverted to Jacksonville where we picked up fuel and later landed in Orlando after they re-opened the airport. Had we landed on time, Ava would have done beautifully - but instead she flipped out. We arrived 2 hours late. My sister waited in Downtown Disney for us where we met her for dinner at the House of Blues. Dinner was great and then we walked through the village. It ended up to be a nice night after a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223399022616620978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH09vH8vr7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/wKQ-BjkUYUE/s320/DSC06887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids on the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223399016419016066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH09uw3HvYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rxCTuOldaWA/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outside the House of Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we are in Magic Kingdom. We'll end the evening with dinner at the Liberty Tree Tavern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-8031786125995499001?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/8031786125995499001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=8031786125995499001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8031786125995499001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/8031786125995499001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/magic-kingdom.html' title='Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SH09vH8vr7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/wKQ-BjkUYUE/s72-c/DSC06887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7841088434984973892</id><published>2008-06-25T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:55:25.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're off!</title><content type='html'>Packed all night and we are headed to the airport!  Cross your fingers that Ava is a good girl on the airplane.  The last time she flew she was 8 wks old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you when we return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7841088434984973892?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7841088434984973892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7841088434984973892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7841088434984973892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7841088434984973892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-off.html' title='We&apos;re off!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-853079796883753550</id><published>2008-06-24T15:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:52:17.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE!</title><content type='html'>Last night I took David to see the Backyardigan's LIVE!  Originally I had bought 4 tickets so we all could go, but I decided to offer 2 of the tickets to my friend Jenn so she and her son could attend with us.  We had a great time.  The show was in New Brunswick at the State Theatre.  I picked Jenn and Drew up so I could park for free with my deck tag from work.  The theatre was packed.  There were a million kids and parents.  The show itself was adorable.  I enjoyed watching David and Drew the most.  They were really into it.  After, we went to Applebee's for a bite to eat.  David was a little rowdy at the restaurant because he was tired, but we managed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can have another fun night like that soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-853079796883753550?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/853079796883753550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=853079796883753550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/853079796883753550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/853079796883753550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/live.html' title='LIVE!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-2336147383661255732</id><published>2008-06-23T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:44:47.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to live at the shore my entire life. My Dad is a realtor in Spring Lake so I have been having him scour the listings looking for something that we could afford and not have to re-do. Today we went from Belmar to Pt. Pleasant looking at homes. They were all very nice, with the exception of the 1st one. It was right at the end of an off ramp from Rt. 18! It had a pool, but the location and even the house itself was NOT worth it. The ones in Pt. Pleasant were real cute. 1 had a pool and the other was brand new. We just think Pt. Pleasant is a tad too far from our curreny jobs. My dream home was in Manasquan. I absolutely fell in LOVE with the house there. It was an old home with lots of charm. The only down side was the kitchen, but I love the house so much I am willing to live with it. I really hope we but a bid on it. I would so love living there. I'll let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-2336147383661255732?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/2336147383661255732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=2336147383661255732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2336147383661255732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/2336147383661255732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-7450500424105270498</id><published>2008-06-22T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:29:17.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack it up</title><content type='html'>We are leaving for Disney on Wednesday and everyone is very excited.  I was going to take today to do laundry and begin packing, but I am better off leaving it to the last minute.  Ava goes through clothes like nobody's business and she does not have much by way of summer clothes.  Plus, a lot of what we are bringing we still need to use.  At most, I'll bring the suit cases up from the basement.  We are using the Magical Express, so I need to tag them with the luggage stickers Disney sent me.  I suppose I can get that out of the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-7450500424105270498?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/7450500424105270498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=7450500424105270498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7450500424105270498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/7450500424105270498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/pack-it-up.html' title='Pack it up'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568630.post-6880296210174703421</id><published>2008-06-21T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:25:18.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>Today I became a photographer. A co-worker of mine asked me to come to her daughter's birthday party and take pictures. She was having a bunch of family and friends over her house and they had a ton of fun stuff for the kids to do. I was able to get some really cool action shots. I hope she likes what I got.  Once I get them on the computer, I am going to make a digital scrapbook for her.  CM has some great themes to choose from as far as digital albums go.  I love doing these types of jobs.  I hope I can get some more chances to do what I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568630-6880296210174703421?l=cmboettger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/feeds/6880296210174703421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568630&amp;postID=6880296210174703421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6880296210174703421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568630/posts/default/6880296210174703421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmboettger.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>CMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369842243560050862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8zpfKpuUMg/SwVCdpfHjrI/AAAAAAAABa0/oqhsrH-V3C0/S220/DSC09702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
