<?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-9156863312994862033</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:35:15.589-07:00</updated><category term='suggestions'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='ads'/><category term='good reads'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='phone'/><category term='renovation'/><category term='home'/><category term='bike'/><category term='my faves'/><category term='summer'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='snapshots'/><category term='yearly review'/><category term='family'/><category term='summer fun'/><category term='video'/><category term='tv'/><category 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term='weekend'/><category term='D'/><category term='petition'/><category term='priceless'/><category term='toys'/><category term='hawaii'/><category term='WW'/><category term='food'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='why didn&apos;t i'/><category term='why oh why'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='older and wiser'/><category term='snow'/><category term='skiing'/><category term='awkward family photos'/><category term='keane'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>There's Always Room For Nell-O</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>sugar cookies that i like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was never a huge fan of sugar cookies except for the ones my grandma would make. She pretty much ruined every other sugar cookie I have tried since. I honestly cannot find a recipe that competes with this one. I realize every human in this world has some sort of sugar cookie recipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But truly, you will throw them away once you have tried this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the best. I am Nell-O and I stand by this message.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cookies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/cookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Best Sugar Cookies in the &lt;i&gt;World &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Italics added for effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 C butter (I didn't say these were healthy by any means)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 C sugar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 t salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 t baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 T almond flavoring (this is the magic right here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 T vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 1/2 C flour (I usually add a titch more since the altitude here is elevated)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat sugar, eggs and butter until fluffy. (I use my KitchenAid and they aren't paying me to say that...but they should).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add rest of the ingredients and beat until mixed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay out a piece of SaranWrap (not paying me either) and half the dough. Lay one half on the SaranWrap and carefully roll out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrap and place in the fridge. Repeat with other half. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best left for 4 hours (or overnight which I find is easiest).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll out to a 1/4 inch thick. Cut into shapes and bake at 350 for 9-10 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frosting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 C butter, softened (like I said, no calorie cutting with this recipe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half and Half or Cream (or I use whole milk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 1/2 C powdered sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almond flavoring to taste (like I said, magic) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mix, frost and enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7109621359226846234?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7109621359226846234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7109621359226846234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7109621359226846234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7109621359226846234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2012/02/sugar-cookies-that-i-like.html' title='sugar cookies that i like'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-9202892710101201396</id><published>2012-02-14T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:30:05.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating Valentine's day can sometimes become much of the same. This year we changed up a few things. First, we started the day with a Valentine breakfast which we have never done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=valentine.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/valentine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had strawberry pancakes shaped like hearts and pink milk. We ate on red plates and had heart name tags on our chairs. Second, I didn't expect to have the doorbell ring after lunch, only to find the hubs standing on the porch with a dozen roses. It was a very pleasant surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, in elementary school land Valentine's day is celebrated on the 13th instead of the 14th. (Who knew?) So the annual Valentine's day manner's tea was celebrated yesterday. Mase looked pretty slick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tea.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, the hubs and I tried out a Valentine buffet instead of me cooking up a holiday meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dinner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was alone when I snapped the picture. Only because I didn't want to subject the hubs or our friends to a during-a-buffet-dinner picture when you are feeling besotted by food. And they were off filling up their second plateful. But what I want you to see in this picture is the women were handed a rose before we were seated. We thought that was a nice touch before stuffing our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did do a couple of things which have become tradition. We were sure to make our favorite sugar cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually started with my grandma. She would make one for each grandchild every year for Valentine's day. It would have our name written on it with icing and decorated all fancy. I'm not as fancy with my cookies. We stick with the hot pink icing and call it good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we read this book every year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=somebodylovesyou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/somebodylovesyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still my favorite Valentine book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-9202892710101201396?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/9202892710101201396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=9202892710101201396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/9202892710101201396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/9202892710101201396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine.html' title='valentine'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7293057822628803746</id><published>2012-02-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:24:19.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masterpiece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>attencion</title><content type='html'>Um...yeah. So. Where were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can you tell there are a few pictures missing from this blog. I am not sure why Photobucket decided to cancel my account or take away my pictures. There is definitely something fishy about it. But here we are. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have we been up to you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/downton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely intrigued. Anyone else? With all the garbage on TV these days (do I sound like I'm 70?) it is nice to have a show with actual depth. With all its deserved accolades and awards, it should be on everybody's must list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=car.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sold our car. Why is this worth mentioning? This car has been with us for so long that we honestly felt like a piece of us was being taken from us. Feeling this way was all very new to us and weird. We brought Omi home with us from the hospital in that car. We took the kids to Canada for the first time in that car. We were a one car family for so long and this was a third child. But after actually having a third child we knew it had to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ipad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/ipad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I despise the techno savvy of the world we live in. How accessible it is and how it has found a way into our little world. This was my Christmas present from the hubs. I realize it was for him too. I'm just grateful he didn't take a cue from Homer Simpson and give me a bowling ball with his name inscribed on it. Though it did, at first, feel a bit like that. But since I am in a three step program and step number 1 is admitting you have a problem then I feel I must tell you that &lt;i&gt;I have a problem&lt;/i&gt;. iPad is thy name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=armlowermuscle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/armlowermuscle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many muscles are in your arm? Would you care to know? Yeah. Me either. But in order for me to truly understand medical transcription, I'm required to know. Not fun. I am waist deep in this and am completely oblivious to the basic every day. Laundry? What &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care who plays in the Super Bowl. What I like best are the commercials. If millions of dollars are spent to entertain me for a mere 30 seconds, then yes major corporations, I will partake. And how cool is it to preview them weeks before they air? This is one of our favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4GIeIpcRv7o" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but most certainly not least, I am completely obsessed with my favorite people on the planet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6904-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/IMG_6904-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JanellesiPhonePics657.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r524/roomfornello/JanellesiPhonePics657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7293057822628803746?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7293057822628803746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7293057822628803746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7293057822628803746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7293057822628803746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2012/02/attencion.html' title='attencion'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4GIeIpcRv7o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2585136614998098909</id><published>2011-10-04T11:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:28:13.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl weekly'/><title type='text'>taste test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Melissa McCarthy's amazing hosting gig on Saturday, I'm hoping this sets the tone for the rest of the season. A lot of the skits last year were lackluster. This skit from Saturday night was reminiscent of the good ol' days when Chris Farley, Adam Sandler, David Spade, Will Farrell, Molly Shannon, Cheri Oteri&amp;nbsp;and Kevin Nealon ruled on SNL. Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="347" id="NBC Video Widget" src="http://www.nbc.com/assets/video/widget/widget.html?vid=1359559" width="512"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2585136614998098909?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2585136614998098909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2585136614998098909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2585136614998098909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2585136614998098909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/10/taste-test.html' title='taste test'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-743645740781910430</id><published>2011-10-02T22:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:09:34.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><title type='text'>i see pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moi: &lt;em&gt;"Omi, you have to close your eyes during the prayer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omi: &lt;em&gt;"But then I can't see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mase: &lt;em&gt;"Yes you can. See!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Mase closes his eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mase: &lt;em&gt;"I can see dinosaurs and a T. Rex and a soccer ball..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-743645740781910430?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/743645740781910430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=743645740781910430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/743645740781910430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/743645740781910430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-see-pictures.html' title='i see pictures'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1213927315609888551</id><published>2011-09-06T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:59:23.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>peppa pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are big fans of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peppapig.com/"&gt;Peppa Pig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Never heard of it? ﻿We hadn't either until big sis came for a visit with her kids from London. With them they brought these giant activity books with all the popular British&amp;nbsp;TV&amp;nbsp;characters for kids. Peppa Pig was included in the book. I saw it and didn't think much of it. We then noticed it was coming on Nick Jr. and started to record it. The rest, as they say, is history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=peppa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/peppa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very cool thing about the show is it is something both Mase and Omi will watch together. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, they talk with a British accent. Omi asks me all the time, &lt;em&gt;"Do they have an accent?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will then notice her walking around the house trying to talk like them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mummy, may I have some more please?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tuck in!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes for a lively and very entertaining day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have thought for a while we were the only ones watching the show. Or had ever heard of Peppa. &lt;br /&gt;Then we were at the lake one day and saw a little girl wearing a Peppa Pig swimming suit. &lt;br /&gt;We all were giddy realizing we had a fellow Peppa Pig lover in our midst. &lt;br /&gt;Like the total unabashed loser that I am, I&amp;nbsp;made a beeline to the mother and excitedly asked where she had bought the Peppa Pig swim suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had just returned from London and bought it there. &lt;br /&gt;Should've known. &lt;br /&gt;We will just patiently wait for the rest of the world to catch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1213927315609888551?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1213927315609888551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1213927315609888551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1213927315609888551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1213927315609888551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/09/peppa-pig.html' title='peppa pig'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-4185015508211645777</id><published>2011-09-05T22:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:37:46.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>not a mundane monday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A weekend full of fun. That is usually how a holiday weekend goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one was no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange rolls on Friday and a stop at grandma-great's house for a fun afternoon with the cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/swing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;A sparkly pedicure with my sis-in-law Saturday morning and college football in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;A recipe for a fabulous Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;Baby blessing on Sunday + heaps of food = good family fun. &lt;br /&gt;Leesie Mae with her favorite cousin (they are a month apart):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cousins1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/cousins1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of this leads up to the main event: Labor Day. And labor we did not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day of swimming and a dollar movie in the afternoon. Though I guess we can't call it the dollar movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anymore since it is now $3. But still cheap. Especially when the kids want to use their saved pennies and pay for the movie themselves. &lt;br /&gt;And while I'm on the subject, could the cashier have been more rude? &lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt to be nice to my &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; kids for wanting to take only one bill out at a time and slowly hand it to you like they&amp;nbsp;are 92?&amp;nbsp;If anything &lt;em&gt;BE&lt;/em&gt; excited &lt;em&gt;FOR&lt;/em&gt; them. They are &lt;em&gt;KIDS&lt;/em&gt; paying for their &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tickets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Leesie Mae's first time swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you tell she loved it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swim.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/swim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swim1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/swim1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;A dull weekend, it was not &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(thank you, Yoda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mundane Monday? Not in a long shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-4185015508211645777?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/4185015508211645777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=4185015508211645777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4185015508211645777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4185015508211645777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-mundane-monday.html' title='not a mundane monday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-4184311109042474930</id><published>2011-09-02T12:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:01:11.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what I'm fanatical about today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rolls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/rolls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is up. Orange rolls would be the correct answer. And yes, I realize now that you can't really see the pans under those towels. But the rolls were rising under those nifty Martha kitchen towels. Sorry if I mislead you...or whomever still reads my blog. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-4184311109042474930?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/4184311109042474930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=4184311109042474930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4184311109042474930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4184311109042474930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/09/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2652987605700416638</id><published>2011-08-28T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:18:06.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hijinx'/><title type='text'>sleepy head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eliseawake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/eliseawake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super cute, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only problem is this was taken at 3am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other problem? She had been sleeping through the night since she was 2 1/2 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This sudden change in schedule is definitely not welcomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this smile always is. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2652987605700416638?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2652987605700416638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2652987605700416638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2652987605700416638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2652987605700416638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleepy-head.html' title='sleepy head'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7956094149582148169</id><published>2011-08-24T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:53:45.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first day of first grade was a success! Mase had tons of fun and had so much to tell me after his first day at school. He loves his teacher and even knew a couple of kids in his class. That really put him at ease. He was so excited to wear his new outfit, shoes and take his new backpack and lunch box to school: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omi wanted to get in on the picture action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She missed Mase so much today. She even cried at the school when we dropped him off. I think it was also partly because she wants to be a big kid like Mase and go to big kid school as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must mention that my two sisters had Ms. Anderson when they were in elementary school. How cool is it that we have come full circle? I'm so grateful she still enjoys teaching. We are lucky to have her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omi's sadness crept in at this point. She was not happy to be leaving Mase at school and her not be included. Her day will come and I'm afraid it will be too soon! Ugh. I keep telling them to stop growing but they &lt;em&gt;just.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;don't.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these were waiting for Mase when he came in the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cookies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/cookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something my mom always had waiting for us after our first day of school. This is a tradition I don't want stop.&amp;nbsp;Besides, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; needed a couple after a&amp;nbsp;big&amp;nbsp;day like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;guess who got invited to Taco Thursday?? As in tomorrow, Thursday?!?&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping those tacos taste as good as they did when&amp;nbsp;I was 8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7956094149582148169?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7956094149582148169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7956094149582148169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7956094149582148169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7956094149582148169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day.html' title='first day'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-9206329280292800810</id><published>2011-08-23T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:31:50.700-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>hip happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think I have had my fill of hot dogs and the usual summer fare but as I take another bite of&amp;nbsp;a cheddar-wurst (yes, something Jamie Oliver would definitely cringe at) I'm realizing I am not ready for the summer fun to be over. With a new school year beginning tomorrow, I feel a sudden rush to squeeze everything in to this last summer day. Much like the feeling of realizing a major project or paper is due the next day and, of course, page&amp;nbsp;one merely&amp;nbsp;consists of&amp;nbsp;my name, subject, professor and date. ﻿&lt;em&gt;Yikes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie quote has been playing over and over in my brain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The difference is I don't live in NY&amp;nbsp;and I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; in the business of buying school supplies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Whomever can name this movie quote gets a pat on the back and the official "Nell-O Seal of Approval")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=backpack.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/backpack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch myself reminiscing about my school days (it is much too easy since Mase attends the same elementary school I went to). The best school days are&amp;nbsp;the elementary years. Aren't they? That is when it was &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; to go to school. Pre-locker years and, heaven forbid,&amp;nbsp;forgetting your locker combination! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why autumn is my favorite season. I loved the excitement of going back to school, having new clothes, new backpack, new supplies, new teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine my joy when I found out parents can come to the school and have lunch with their child? &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was ecstatic to find this out. Mase, on the other hand, &lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;not so much&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: &lt;em&gt;"What do you think about me coming to your school on the first day and having lunch with you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; am smiling ear-to-ear. &lt;br /&gt;Mase: &lt;em&gt;"Hmmmm. Um.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pause. &lt;em&gt;"How about I tell you when I'm ready."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I was crushed but at the same time proud that Mase was so honest. &lt;br /&gt;Taco Tuesday and French Dip Friday will just&amp;nbsp;have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a busy summer. We have been to the lake more times this year than the last two years combined! This past weekend the whole of the husband's family descended on&amp;nbsp;the valley. We spent nights up the canyon, spent the day up at the lake. The kids loved being with their cousins and enjoyed their first tin foil dinner, roasted hot dogs and made ourselves sick of s'mores. Unfortunately, the only pics I snapped were while at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elisebeach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elisebeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great last summer hoorah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-9206329280292800810?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/9206329280292800810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=9206329280292800810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/9206329280292800810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/9206329280292800810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/hip-happenings.html' title='hip happenings'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-966972313129815005</id><published>2011-08-19T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:04:25.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure why but these two music videos popped in my head today. I like Elton John. I like these songs. But the fact that he used Robert Downey Jr. (pre Iron Man and giant Hollywood comeback) and Justin Timberlake to star in the videos&amp;nbsp;was a&amp;nbsp;bold, smart choice. Of course, I would much rather look at these two than Elton John. That goes without saying.&amp;nbsp;Looks like he realized that too and decided to use the same format&amp;nbsp;for these two videos (i.e. hire a handsome, young actor to play me and sing my song in a music video&amp;nbsp;= pure genius). It's too bad he stopped. I wonder who was next on his list.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;br /&gt;It's also&amp;nbsp;kind of fun that Paul Reubens (Pee Wee Herman) has a small part. See if you can &lt;br /&gt;spot him next to JT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ufbexgPyeJQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SsuHAn54wPs" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-966972313129815005?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/966972313129815005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=966972313129815005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/966972313129815005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/966972313129815005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/fanatical-friday_19.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ufbexgPyeJQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1143642315856530779</id><published>2011-08-12T10:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:02:58.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>santo jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do St. George, outlets, swimming, eating out, non-stop laughing&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Captain America ﻿all have in common?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stgeorge.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/stgeorge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stgeorge3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/stgeorge3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stgeorge4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/stgeorge4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stgeorge5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/stgeorge5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's weekend with Leesie Mae as our model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stgeorge6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/stgeorge6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This guy is just asking for it. He knows that, right? &lt;br /&gt;I am assuming it belongs to a boy. Girls aren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tacky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1143642315856530779?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1143642315856530779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1143642315856530779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1143642315856530779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1143642315856530779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/saint-jorge.html' title='santo jorge'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1512884614653112141</id><published>2011-08-12T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:52:00.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl absolutely brightens our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elisestraw3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elisestraw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves loves loves to play with the straw in my water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elisestraw2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elisestraw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she will learn how to use it and I will have to fight her off just to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elisestraw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elisestraw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little quirks are so fun and cute! We cannot get enough of her.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1512884614653112141?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1512884614653112141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1512884614653112141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1512884614653112141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1512884614653112141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1642875077811360897</id><published>2011-08-12T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:45:59.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>herrrrrrrcut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;is her first official haircut at an actual salon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haircut2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/haircut2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haircut3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/haircut3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haircut.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was over the moon and felt super special with the extra treatment. We even splurged and fashioned her hair with a pink feather. You know they are all the rage and she has been begging for one since seeing her cousins and friends with one. We had a fun time just being together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1642875077811360897?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1642875077811360897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1642875077811360897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1642875077811360897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1642875077811360897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/herrrrrrrcut.html' title='herrrrrrrcut'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1180576259828455470</id><published>2011-08-12T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:38:58.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cousins came for a visit. It was a blast! The kids had so much fun being together. They rode bikes, played at the park, ate Aggie Ice Cream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girlcousins.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/girlcousins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elise-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elise-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=icecream.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends were super nice and invited us over to see their Bearded Dragons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dragons.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/dragons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell the boys liked this the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate pizza with grandma and grandpa, had a movie night and made caramel popcorn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=popcorn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/popcorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all exhausted by the end of the weekend. But the kids made some lasting memories and, I dare say, truly enjoyed themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1180576259828455470?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1180576259828455470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1180576259828455470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1180576259828455470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1180576259828455470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/cousins.html' title='cousins'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-409940920399396819</id><published>2011-08-02T23:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:41:24.620-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, so much has happened that I need to post but, most importantly, I must document this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=quilt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/quilt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my life made anything. Actually, let me re-phrase ﻿that. I have never made anything outside of 7th grade home-ec class. I made a cow pillow.&amp;nbsp;The stitching was atrocious, the stuffing lumpy. Absolutely awful!&amp;nbsp;Our&amp;nbsp;dog&amp;nbsp;Annie wasn't above such amateur creations though. She&amp;nbsp;bonded with the&amp;nbsp;horrid thing and&amp;nbsp;made it her numero uno&amp;nbsp;sleeping buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I was&amp;nbsp;very proud of the ugly thing.&amp;nbsp;I held on to it up until I left home at 19 to be a nanny in NJ. I mainly hung on to it for the sole purpose of showing off my creativity to others (though it was completely copied from a design and its pieces already cut, ready for me to do the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;dirty&lt;/em&gt; work of putting it all together). I&amp;nbsp;still remember it like it was yesterday, working in&amp;nbsp;what could've been considered&amp;nbsp;a sweat shop for middle schoolers: sewing machines&amp;nbsp;set up in neatly, measured rows; the room being slightly warmer than what&amp;nbsp;would be considered kosher; Mrs. Rasmussen guiding us through the laborious task of sorting the pieces properly and placing them exactly as shown in the photo. More of a color-by-number sewing kit. So,&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; hard. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point being: I am not crafty. I envy those who are; those whom can look at a PotteryBarn Kids magazine and bring to life what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to fulfill my daughter's wish of having a princess blanket made in time for her birthday (and to cross off an item from my bucket list), I enlisted the help of my mom-in-law. She willingly obliged and this is what we have done thus far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=quilt2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/quilt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You could say she has done most of the work. You could possibly be right. But really I am proud to say she allowed me to take the reins and organize the majority of the quilt. Two things: she too is learning as we go (piecing is not her forte) and ﻿she hates the green fabric I chose. And since she was a good sport for helping me in the first place, I let her add some fabric &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; really wanted to use (i.e. the "primary" colored flowers...not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fave). So we both win...or lose. Or whatever. Just the fact we are working together to make Omi's dream a reality is quite something. I am more than ecstatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finished product soon to make its debut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-409940920399396819?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/409940920399396819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=409940920399396819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/409940920399396819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/409940920399396819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/08/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1216489150301012460</id><published>2011-07-25T23:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:26:13.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>weekend round-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like many other states in our wonderful nation, Utah has a state holiday. July 24, or Pioneer&amp;nbsp;Day, &amp;nbsp;symbolizes the day the state was settled. I like that Utah's state holiday is at the end of July. Thus an extra holiday before school starts and summer is officially *gasp* over.&amp;nbsp;Besides, it is fun to have an extra excuse to get together with family and chill. We love it. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend started off with a mile fun run Saturday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=race.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/race.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cute how the Primary presidency had it set up. They registered each person entering the race and gave everyone a race number. There were different divisions of registration: a bike group, a stroller group, an over 60 group, etc. The kids in the primary also got to decorate signs that were set up along the race route. This is the one Mase and Omi did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=painting2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/painting2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Picasso-esque...don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=painting.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/painting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved crossing the finish line and having people cheer them on. There was even a water/fruit snack&amp;nbsp;station halfway through the race set up by the Relief Society. Mase said the water helped his legs go faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the water really helped! At the pancake breakfast afterward, prizes were&amp;nbsp;given and Mase was awarded&amp;nbsp;first place in the bike division. Grandpa won first place in the 60 and over division. Both were very proud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=firstplace.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/firstplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda: Bear Lake. The weather was perfectly hot for a day at the lake. We had fun chilling on the beach while the kids played in the water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/lake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently all of northern Utah and southern Idaho had the same idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lake2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/lake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesie was smart and stayed under the tent/umbrella with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lake3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/lake3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, we had to stop at LaBeau's after our time at the beach for a burger, fries and a raspberry shake. I pity anyone who has never eaten at LaBeau's. Yes, I pity you. And your little dog too. &lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with a movie (&lt;em&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/em&gt;) at the park and then a fireworks show after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though July 24 (the &lt;em&gt;official&lt;/em&gt; holi-day) was Sunday, Monday was officially recognized as the day of celebration. Yes, Sunday is even&amp;nbsp;recognized as sacred in Utah by the state government,&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;"day of rest",&amp;nbsp;and any holiday that falls on a Sunday is not celebrated until the day after. Local&amp;nbsp;and state businesses even&amp;nbsp;get to shut down to&amp;nbsp;par-tay.&amp;nbsp;It works out though because a day off from work is much more fun than not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the day with a parade (can you tell we can't get enough of parades??):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=parade.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/parade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about small town parades is the loads and loads of candy that is thrown/chucked/aimed at us. We got away with a bag full of loot that even Garfield would be proud of.&amp;nbsp;And a parade is not a parade without &amp;nbsp;the floats and everything else&amp;nbsp;considered "parade-worthy"&amp;nbsp;(i.e.&amp;nbsp;Model-T Fords and other classic&amp;nbsp;cars, flat-bed trucks, tractors, Firetrucks). Here is a group dressed like pioneers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=parade2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/parade2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade floats like these remind me I am home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=parade3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/parade3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=parade4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/parade4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BBQ after and a ukulele sing-along topped off the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ukulele.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/ukulele.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elise4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elise4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elise3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elise3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elise2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elise2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1216489150301012460?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1216489150301012460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1216489150301012460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1216489150301012460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1216489150301012460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-round-up.html' title='weekend round-up'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5617686280856743690</id><published>2011-07-22T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:50:31.414-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homage to bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to see this but totally bummed to wait until next year. How mean can they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nPyt9GgumN4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5617686280856743690?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5617686280856743690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5617686280856743690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5617686280856743690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5617686280856743690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/fanatical-friday_22.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nPyt9GgumN4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-941503405797708732</id><published>2011-07-21T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:17:31.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relfection'/><title type='text'>the boy who lived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize that blogging about Harry Potter will possibly enduce a sequence of eye-rolling from anyone who reads this. But my reasoning for even talking about it is definitely worth noting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, the movie is excellent. Anyone who has not seen it must at least do so. Not only does it bring the massive franchise to a satisfying and thrilling conclusion, it also closes the end of an era. In the ten years since Harry's first big-screen close-up, the spell has never been broken. And we Muggles have been made better for the magic of it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, the first of the Harry Potter movies was released on the day we got married, &lt;a href="http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/9-years-and-counting.html"&gt;November 16&lt;/a&gt;. I was worried our invited guests would not show on account of the anticipation of the new movie. My cousin even teased he would not be there. I should say "threatened" rather because I honestly thought he may not show! The movie was that big of a deal and I was really looking forward to seeing it. Luckily, we were able to catch a showing while on our honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first ten years of marriage have been echoed by &lt;em&gt;"the boy who lived"&lt;/em&gt; and to have it come to a close is all a bit&amp;nbsp;emotional for me. I will admit getting teary at the end of the movie. And showing (spoiler alert) Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione dropping their children off at platform 9 3/4, ready to be first year's at Hogwarts,&amp;nbsp;tugs at the heart-strings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, we won't have a Harry Potter movie to help us celebrate our ten years of marriage in November. What is the ten year anniversary type of metal? Silver? Bronze? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI&lt;/strong&gt; -- Wikipedia says tin or aluminum because it is pliable and symbolizes the flexibility a marriage requires. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; diamond jewlery is a suitable tenth wedding anniversary gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmmmmkay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tin -- pliable. A diamond -- can cut glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally &lt;/em&gt;makes sense. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Totally...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-941503405797708732?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/941503405797708732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=941503405797708732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/941503405797708732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/941503405797708732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/boy-who-lived.html' title='the boy who lived'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-4655617526829536468</id><published>2011-07-19T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:19:25.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>hi! hi! hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In light of Japan's recent World Cup win - yes I was majorly disappointed but at the same time happy for Japan - I want to share a video we made one night at dinner. The hubs and I at one time knew a little Japanese. We had made a stop there on our way home from Thailand and had given ourselves a crash course in Japanese in order to help us get around while there. So&amp;nbsp;at one time I knew what "Honey Mustah" meant but today I don't. I realize as well that I'm spelling it completely wrong and will probably offend many who actually know Japanese. I apologize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hubs and I like to pretend we are tri-lingual. We will rattle off little words and phrases we have learned over the years. Some really don't even make sense. Mainly it has been for the amusement of our kids. On this particular night Omi decided to be the linguist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="224" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18770520?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="398"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-4655617526829536468?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/4655617526829536468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=4655617526829536468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4655617526829536468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4655617526829536468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-light-of-japans-recent-world-cup-win.html' title='hi! hi! hi!'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2508401518860071182</id><published>2011-07-13T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:43:28.009-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keane'/><title type='text'>new pooh</title><content type='html'>Please tell me you are looking forward to this as much as I am: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hRT86ZggCEk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad to especially like it because they use a Keane song for the trailer? What? Never &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt; of Keane? Tisk, tisk. They are my no. 2 band, behind U2. Truly. They are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know I won't have to worry about the content in this movie. No jelly bean pooping bunnies or thong-wearing gnomes&amp;nbsp;to ruin the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I get to sit back, relax and soak in a bit of A.A. Milne while&amp;nbsp;with my kids. We will make a memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2508401518860071182?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2508401518860071182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2508401518860071182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2508401518860071182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2508401518860071182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-pooh.html' title='new pooh'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hRT86ZggCEk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5803030293300620291</id><published>2011-07-12T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:16:45.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>fats domino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking it is time for Dan and I to lose some weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I overheard today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;strong&gt;Mase&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"If you tell me the magic words, I will show you where the treasure is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omi&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Daddy's big belly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mase&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Nope! Try again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omi&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Mommy is a hippo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mase&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Good job! You got it! I will now show you where the treasure is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5803030293300620291?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5803030293300620291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5803030293300620291&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5803030293300620291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5803030293300620291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/fats-domino.html' title='fats domino'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2188192462084536497</id><published>2011-07-11T10:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:11:16.591-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane monday'/><title type='text'>not a mundane monday</title><content type='html'>I am sure Hope Solo is feeling redeemed today.&amp;nbsp;Rewind to 2007 when USA faced Brazil in a semifinal game. Hope had been the US's starting goalie and then coach Greg Ryan made a flash decision to use Briana Scurry for the Brazil game instead of Solo. The outcome was grim, the decision fatal and what ensued were bitter words, by Hope, heard around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday USA came up against Brazil again in the semifinal round -- history repeating hitself. But would it repeat itself in the same way? The first minute of the game would say no. The US found itself with the first goal and not even by one of our own. Brazil's Daiane found herself scoring the first goal in the game in favor of her opponent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the second half Marta, declared Brazil's best female player since no one, got tangled with one of our own, Buehler, and was given a penalty kick. Buehler got sent off the field with a red card. The penalty kick was blocked by Hope Solo and the excitement of knowing the US was still up by 1 was short-lived. The referee&amp;nbsp;noticed a US player entering the box before the kick&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;been taken&amp;nbsp;and Brazil was given a re-do. We are still scratching our heads at that one but Marta connected and tied the game 1-1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta then got a second goal in extra time to put Brazil up 2-1. At this point the threat level is beyond the blood red stage. It was more of a scarlett red. The US team could've given up and decided there was no way they would, in the next few minutes left of extra time, get a second goal to tie the game. But they didn't give up. They dug in deeper and took advantage of some injury time, courtesy of Brazil's Erika, who showed there is actually a worse actor in this world than Kim Kardashian. She faked a back injury, was taken off the field on a stretcher, only to be miraculously healed, and jump off the stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing we wouldn't get those precious 2 minutes back, the US team kicked it into overdrive and in the 121st minute, this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JOAJn8h6VAI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penalty kicks were taken and Hope Solo blocked Daiane's weak attempt at a penalty shot. It ended with the US making 5 shots and Brazil only making 4. It was a nailbiter and one of the most anxiety-filled, exciting games to watch. The odds were stacked against the US but despite playing with only 10 girls instead of 11, and dealing with the frustration of dirty plays by Brazil, they stuck to their guns and came out on top. Victoriously amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2188192462084536497?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2188192462084536497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2188192462084536497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2188192462084536497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2188192462084536497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-mundane-monday.html' title='not a mundane monday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JOAJn8h6VAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2434915021860717586</id><published>2011-07-08T11:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:48:56.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U2 &lt;em&gt;F-I-N-A-L-L-Y&lt;/em&gt; came!! And, of course, they were amazing. The whole &lt;strong&gt;concert&lt;/strong&gt; was amazing. This was our third time seeing them and each time we get a little closer to the stage. We had GA tickets this time around. It was awesome but I've decided I'm getting too old to stand that long. My feet were killing me by the time they were done. I could barely drag myself back to the car. Why is it that my body doesn't feel as young as&amp;nbsp;I think I&amp;nbsp;am? Did I seriously just say that? Wow...I really am &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sang some old favorites, they sang a lot of new. They didn't sing my all-time favorite which is "&lt;em&gt;Bad&lt;/em&gt;" but I did catch it live at their last concert. Their stage setup this year was ridiculous! It was so &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;. It towered over us. They also had a giant screen that went all the way around (thus the 360 tour name).&amp;nbsp;The screen made Bono, The Edge, Adam and Larry look like little people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, it was a family affair. My eldest brother and his wife were there as well as my other brother and my sister. Unfortunately, we weren't all by each other but to know we were all there together was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="224" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24232049?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="398"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it worth it the sore feet, back and legs? Was it worth being sandwiched between complete strangers? Was it worth suffering the pain of not nursing for a good 6 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A resounding 'YALP'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Movie quote. Who can name it? Anyone? &lt;em&gt;Anyone&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Here is the setlist from that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even better than the real thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Will Follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get on your boots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magnificent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mysterious ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elevation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about the end of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love rescue me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the Name of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Sarajevo (Is There a Time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zooropa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;City of blinding lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vertigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday Bloody Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blowin in the wind (Bob Dylan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold Me Kiss Me Thrill Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With or Without You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moment of Surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="224" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24238820?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="398"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2434915021860717586?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2434915021860717586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2434915021860717586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2434915021860717586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2434915021860717586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-618339403830162287</id><published>2011-07-05T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:14:08.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>six months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My idea was to put her milestone on&amp;nbsp;a piece of&amp;nbsp;paper and take a picture so I could always remember when the picture was taken. I tell myself I will remember...but then do I?? I bet you know the answer to that question. So it started off okay:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elise6months.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elise6months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body is happy with the fiber supplement she got from the paper today. :)&lt;br /&gt;Leesie is such a joy to have in our family. I truly have enjoyed her from day one. Not sure if it is just the baby number 3 syndrome but I didn't stress so much this time around. I finally felt comfortable being a new mom and not so deer-in-the-headlights. Plus she makes it so easy to love her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very easy-going baby. She is mellow and laid back. She didn't even really cry until recently. She would just moan a bit when she was hungry or tired. She loves being with people and especially loves her big brother and big sister. She loves to be snuggled and is a very good sleeper. She is a very good eater too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this girl to pieces and are so grateful to have her in our family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy un-birthday, Leesie girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-618339403830162287?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/618339403830162287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=618339403830162287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/618339403830162287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/618339403830162287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-months.html' title='six months'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5504132827843082980</id><published>2011-07-04T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:20:21.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>independence day</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the fourth of July we drive to Lewiston every year for the parade. I loved going when I was a kid and&amp;nbsp;now love&amp;nbsp;going with our kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always stake out a spot and the whole fam-damily comes together to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Leesie's first parade. She didn't like the loud horns too much but soon settled into the noise and stimulation all around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids always have bags ready to snatch up as much candy as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6368.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we took the party to my grandma's to celebrate her upcoming birthday. The kids always love the chance to play with their cousins and use the giant waterslide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly are so lucky to be able to celebrate the fourth of July any way we please. Plus we are so blessed to have family around to celebrate it with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5504132827843082980?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5504132827843082980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5504132827843082980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5504132827843082980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5504132827843082980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/independence-day.html' title='independence day'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-116700907037712349</id><published>2011-07-02T13:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:11:47.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>happy happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Last week we celebrated Mase's birthday. I cannot believe he is 6! He&amp;nbsp;is so excited to be a year older. The first thing he did when he saw his cousins that day was to tell them he is now 6. And don't you forget it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says celebration like a birthday breakfast to start the day off right. Mase's birthday breakfast menu: Swedish hotcakes and watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and grandpa are always good sports with our birthday hat tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget the red plate. Raise your hand if your family used a red plate too!?! You are now officially part of the Red Plate group. And yes, this means you are extra cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6275.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face! She could stare down the toughest mobster and win. I'm sure he wouldn't be able to resist cracking a smile as well. (Note: did you notice I assumed the mobster would be male? Aren't all mobsters male? If it is a female, are they known as&amp;nbsp;a mobstress? Discuss!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mase is such an amazing kid. He truly has grown leaps and bounds over the past year, emotionally and physically! He loved Kindergarten and excelled in his reading. He loves to play with toys and ride his bike. He especially loves being outside and playing with friends. He is very athletic and loves shooting hoops outside or playing soccer or baseball with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=soccermedal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/soccermedal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a thoughtful kid. He is always making me and the hubs cards or pictures with sweet notes written on them. He is also the best big brother two sisters could ever ask for! He treats them both with love and respect. He is especially gentle with his newest little sister. He loves helping to hold her or play with her. He can always make her smile and also loves reading to her. (Plus, it helps him practice and keep up during the summer!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5954.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated that night with a family BBQ and of course the cake! I always give the kids the option of either me making them a cake or them going to the store and choosing one. For some reason, they always choose to pick one out at the store. I'm thinking I had better take the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6304.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_6310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, kid! We love you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3kids1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/3kids1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-116700907037712349?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/116700907037712349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=116700907037712349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/116700907037712349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/116700907037712349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='happy happy birthday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5269622414161283463</id><published>2011-07-01T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:30:55.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>bucket list</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Jimmy Fallon was featured in the &lt;em&gt;Parade&lt;/em&gt; magazine sharing his bucket list. It has since been a topic of discussion within my family. So here is my bucket list. There are some things I have done already but still so much I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel Europe with the hubs (or be on &lt;em&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/em&gt; with him...whichever comes first)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sky Dive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a half marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a&amp;nbsp;coupon expert&amp;nbsp;(i.e. play the game and save big)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play my favorite Beethoven piece on the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;One thing that was on my list was to ride on an elephant. And not just in one of those saddle-style-basket-things. I wanted to be like Mowgli from &lt;em&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/em&gt; and ride without restraint. Or like Willie Scott (Kate Capshaw) in &lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Though she made it look a lot worse than it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ThaiTripPart2085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/ThaiTripPart2085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your bucket list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5269622414161283463?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5269622414161283463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5269622414161283463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5269622414161283463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5269622414161283463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/07/bucket-list.html' title='bucket list'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-338272055806188862</id><published>2011-03-25T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:32:08.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>i am absolutely crazy about this song right now and what better way to showcase it than to create the third installment of 'dancing kids'. enjoy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21500768?portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21500768"&gt;Dancing Kids 3&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-338272055806188862?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/338272055806188862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=338272055806188862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/338272055806188862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/338272055806188862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/03/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-987871689352626501</id><published>2011-03-08T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:31:55.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homage to bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><title type='text'>miss me?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been occupied as of late. Have you noticed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good reasons too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Phone460.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Phone460.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always told myself I wouldn't get caught up in the hype and ever get one. I am now eating my words. By the way, &lt;em&gt;Words with Friends&lt;/em&gt; is awesome. So is the &lt;em&gt;Scrabble&lt;/em&gt; app. Pretty much everything about the iPhone is time-consuming and addictive. You have been warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Christian's winning streak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BaleOscar.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/BaleOscar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is it to watch your favorite actor go on to win 3 major awards this year&amp;nbsp;AND have&amp;nbsp;his picture be included in every major magazine and news outlet? Super. What next? Oh yeah...a little franchise called Batman. Maybe you've heard of it... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lark Rise to Candleford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lark.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/lark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has saved me during many late nights I've had lately. So much so I would actually hope to be up in the night so I could watch it. Never heard of it? Well, you are not the only one. I wish I had a $1 for every quizzical look I received when saying the title. I'm bummed to be currently caught up to the latest episode only to find out the BBC has canceled the show. Why get rid of a good thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bundle of Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elise.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/elise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3kids4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/3kids4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I off the hook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-987871689352626501?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/987871689352626501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=987871689352626501&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/987871689352626501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/987871689352626501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-me.html' title='miss me?'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5187778921627021666</id><published>2011-03-08T09:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:52:34.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>unbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8664353-unbroken" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption " border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1287702150m/8664353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8664353-unbroken"&gt;Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/30913.Laura_Hillenbrand"&gt;Laura Hillenbrand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/142229425"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!! I was absolutely spellbound by this true story. It was unimagineable and yet, so life-changing. Everyone needs to read this. Laura Hillenbrand was able to piece this story together in a way that made it so hard to put down. It was so well written and better than any fictional novel out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/299229-janelle"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5187778921627021666?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5187778921627021666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5187778921627021666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5187778921627021666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5187778921627021666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2011/03/unbroken.html' title='unbroken'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3279502273008328048</id><published>2010-12-10T11:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:02:30.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>Sir Paul McCartney appeared on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon last night. All I want to know is how I can get a gig like that where I get to meet my idols? Seriously. Not only did he get to interview the legend but he also got to &lt;em&gt;sing&lt;/em&gt; with him. I know. I was green with jealousy. You can go to nbc.com to watch the full episode but here is a clip of Jimmy and Sir Paul singing the original version of "Yesterday" which was originally "Scrambled Eggs". He later sang one of my favorites "Here Today". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="283" width="384"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1264343&amp;showID=243"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1264343&amp;showID=243" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="384" height="283" align="middle" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, be sure to watch the Kennedy Center Awards on December 28 where Sir Paul will be honored along with Oprah and others. Did you happen to see the Gershwin&amp;nbsp;Prize for Popular Song&amp;nbsp;he received back in June? He sang "Michelle" to the First Lady. You really should try to watch the whole event honoring Sir McCartney but here is the clip of him singing to Michelle Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yrRLH-ZGZEs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yrRLH-ZGZEs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Be sure to catch Paul McCartney on SNL this Saturday. He will be the musical guest! He sure is getting around. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3279502273008328048?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3279502273008328048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3279502273008328048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3279502273008328048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3279502273008328048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/12/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-9112624548565429700</id><published>2010-12-02T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:54:27.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>christmas lights</title><content type='html'>These holiday greeting cards by &lt;a href="http://www.foxyblunt.com/category/holiday_collection.aspx"&gt;Foxy Blunt&lt;/a&gt; are seriously the best. They tickle my weird funny bone and get me excited about sending out Christmas cards this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another holiday treat you are sure to enjoy. Coldplay never disappoints and they prove it here with a radical new&amp;nbsp;Christmas song. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-9112624548565429700?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/9112624548565429700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=9112624548565429700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/9112624548565429700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/9112624548565429700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights.html' title='christmas lights'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2970204643837231724</id><published>2010-11-16T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:36:56.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>9 years and counting</title><content type='html'>Nine years ago today the hubbby and I were married for time and all eternity in the Bountiful temple. The day was absolutely beautiful, in so many different ways. The weather was definitely perfect. But the best was being in the temple together with our family and friends. One cannot ask for anything better. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from our first date...when it all started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bale013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Bale013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a list. Yes, I did. It is sad to admit but I definitely had made a mental checklist of things I looked for in a future husband. Among other things, I wanted someone who took good care of their feet. Its true. I will spare myself (and the hubby)&amp;nbsp;further embarrassment but I will also admit I wanted someone who could make me laugh. The hubby does that. He definitely can make me laugh like no one else. So the secret is out: the hubby is super funny and&amp;nbsp;has really nice&amp;nbsp;feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bale011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Bale011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bale012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Bale012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew it was meant to be when we saw this car, on our way out of the temple, in the parking lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bale010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Bale010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a better way to celebrate our anniversary than to get P90X for each other. Nothing better than to look back and realize we are fat and desperately need to get in shape. Well, not only get fit but be healthy. Through thin and thick, literally, we still love each other, no matter what....with our sense of humor intact.&amp;nbsp;That is a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2970204643837231724?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2970204643837231724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2970204643837231724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2970204643837231724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2970204643837231724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/9-years-and-counting.html' title='9 years and counting'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6220937923982341967</id><published>2010-11-10T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:27:08.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>splat the cat</title><content type='html'>We have loved getting to know Splat the Cat. If you haven't had a chance to get to know Splat, you must! It is one that you and your kids will definitely enjoy reading together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=splatcat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/splatcat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Splat the Cat&lt;/em&gt;, Splat has his first day of school. He is very reluctant to go but in the end, has a great day and is very excited about returning to school the next day. The illustrations are detailed and very amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=splatlove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/splatlove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Love, Splat&lt;/em&gt;, Splat is making Valentine's for his whole class but has made a very special Valentine for a special cat in his class named Kitten. He is so tied up in knots about giving it to her and is discouraged when he finds out that another cat in his class, Spike, also has made a special Valentine for Kitten. Splat is just too loveable a character to not cheer him on. Again, the illustrations bring the story to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=splatchristmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/splatchristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have this story yet. I have ordered it for Christmas and am really looking forward to another Splat the Cat adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6220937923982341967?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6220937923982341967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6220937923982341967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6220937923982341967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6220937923982341967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/splat-cat.html' title='splat the cat'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5585185022771907616</id><published>2010-11-08T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:37:50.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing race</title><content type='html'>The Amazing Race is one of our favorite shows. Not sure what it is about this show but it is so much fun to see these different teams race around the world, complete tasks and try to check in to the pit stops before everybody else...or risk being eliminated. Each season has been so much fun to watch and this season has been no exception. This episode where Claire took a watermelon to the face is absolutely classic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cfeTZNcA3g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cfeTZNcA3g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last two episodes have been my favorite. They flew to St. Petersburg and had to run all over the city to complete different tasks. I'm sure the hubby got sick of me pointing out all the places and enthusiastically saying, &lt;em&gt;"I've been there!"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"I would walk past that on my way to school everyday."&lt;/em&gt; I'm sure so much has changed in the 13 years since I was there and what I wouldn't give to return!! Thinking back, I realize how lucky we were to be in a city with such a rich heritage. I regret not studying more or learning more about the city when I was there. How naive I was and young. But I also realize how many friends I made there whom I am still in contact with today. People I would have never met otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't embed the video on my blog but click &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race/video/?vs=Full Episodes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch it. You won't regret it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else love The Amazing Race?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5585185022771907616?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5585185022771907616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5585185022771907616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5585185022771907616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5585185022771907616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/amazing-race.html' title='amazing race'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5159525870687248611</id><published>2010-11-07T23:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:41:15.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>sssshhhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5680.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5681.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5678.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is going through my head right now is, &lt;em&gt;"Dad is great...gives us chocolate cake!" "Doo, doo, doo...do do..do do..do do." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRmN4KnfPxQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRmN4KnfPxQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5159525870687248611?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5159525870687248611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5159525870687248611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5159525870687248611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5159525870687248611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/sssshhhhh.html' title='sssshhhhh...'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3101487584162152945</id><published>2010-11-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:09:32.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relfection'/><title type='text'>charity</title><content type='html'>I was impressed and moved by the lessons I learned today. How often I have attended my church meetings only to leave feeling exhausted from wrestling with kids and feeling drained rather than filled. Not sure what was different about today. I still spent an hour wrestling with the kids. I attended the same classes and meetings as before. My attitude was different today and I'm grateful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lesson today in Relief Society was definitely inspired. I loved the talk that was chosen to focus on, &lt;em&gt;"The Tongue Can Be a Sharp Sword"&lt;/em&gt; given by Elder Marvin J. Ashton back in 1992. It is still very relevant to our day as it was 18 years ago. Maybe even more applicable with the constant changes in our society and the turmoil that is building. And I can't help but ask, &lt;em&gt;"How much of this turmoil would cease if we were a more charitable, Christlike society?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Real charity is not something you give away; it is something that you acquire and make a part of yourself. And when the virtue of charity becomes implanted in your heart, you are never the same again. It makes the thought of being a basher repulsive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we don’t judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone’s differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience with someone who has let us down; or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn’t handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another’s weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. &lt;strong&gt;Charity is expecting the best of each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;None of us need one more person bashing or pointing out where we have failed or fallen short. Most of us are already well aware of the areas in which we are weak. What each of us does need is family, friends, employers, and brothers and sisters who support us, who have the patience to teach us, who believe in us, and who believe we’re trying to do the best we can, in spite of our weaknesses. What ever happened to giving each other the benefit of the doubt? What ever happened to hoping that another person would succeed or achieve? What ever happened to rooting for each other?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are human and are not faultless, we categorize each other, we judge, we place ourselves above others. Buy why? Why are we not rooting for each other, wanting success for one another, like Elder Ashton says. And how do we shove off the natural man to become more Christlike? More loving? More charitable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"During an informal fireside address held with a group of adult Latter-day Saints, the leader directing the discussion invited participation by asking the question: 'How can you tell if someone is converted to Jesus Christ?' For forty-five minutes those in attendance made numerous suggestions in response to this question, and the leader carefully wrote down each answer on a large blackboard. All of the comments were thoughtful and appropriate. But after a time, this great teacher erased everything he had written. Then, acknowledging that all of the comments had been worthwhile and appreciated, he taught a vital principle: 'The best and most clear indicator that we are progressing spiritually and coming unto Christ is the way we treat other people.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you consider this idea for a moment—that the way we treat the members of our families, our friends, those with whom we work each day is as important as are some of the more noticeable gospel principles we sometimes emphasize."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quote is brought to mind. It is my most favorite quote. My sister shared it with me a long time ago and it is something I have never forgotten. I cannot remember the exact circumstance I was in at the time but these words uplifted me and made me realize I am more. I am someone. I am important. I can be a light to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. &lt;strong&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us&lt;/strong&gt;.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we not to be? Who are we holding ourselves back from becoming? And why does it scare us to be powerful and share our light with others? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever thought about that? So I pose that to you.&amp;nbsp;What have you done to overcome your fear of fulfilling your true potential and becoming "powerful beyond measure"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3101487584162152945?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3101487584162152945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3101487584162152945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3101487584162152945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3101487584162152945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/charity.html' title='charity'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-8935592053696070521</id><published>2010-11-05T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:21:42.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>A good book is such a treasure. When I find one I like, I find myself becoming very enthusiastic about it and sharing it with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in June I read &lt;u&gt;These Is My Words&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;a href="http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-is-my-words.html"&gt;liked it so much&lt;/a&gt; I felt compelled to write and tell the author. Believe it or not, she actually replied to my message. Though I am absolutely embarrassed by my amateur letter, I will post it here, along with her reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mrs. Turner, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sure you recieve thousands of emails and hardly have a chance to reply to each but I just finished your book, "These is My Words" and felt compelled to write and tell you how much I loved it! I realize it was first published over 10 years ago (actually the year I graduated from high school) but I had not heard of your book until I noticed it on my mom's nightstand over a year ago. The title was different and captured my attention. I had just recently finished a book and was looking for something new to read when I came across it again while searching my mom's book shelves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I tell you I bawled my eyes out when Jack died? You have a way of making each character come to life and I truly felt like I was witnessing the death of a dear friend or close relative. I love how you put the story in diary form. I felt like I was reading someone's personal diary from long ago and it absolutely drew me in. It only took me three days to finish "These Is My Words" and one very late night (2am). I could not put it down. I was too enthralled with the story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love reading historical novels and absolutely find your research fascinating. How cool to read old territorial newspapers and to picture what life must have been like back then. I live in Utah and grew up here. My dad is very much into history and we spent many a family vacation visiting historical sites around the state and also neighboring states. There is an American West Heritage Center here that my dad has spent many years helping put together and developing. I love to visit there and try to imagine how life must have been like. How wonderful would it be to actually go back in time and see for myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also must mention that I too LOVE the actor Sam Elliot. My sisters have always teased me of how I have always found him attractive and wonderful. I didn't marry a cowboy but I always pictured the perfect cowboy being something similar to that of Sam Elliot. He is one of my favorite actors and I actually thought of him as Jack while reading the book. So I found it funny you mentioning him in "Set the Record Straight" at the back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have now ordered the other two books in the Sarah Agnes Prine series and anxiously await their arrival! Thank you so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much for your lively email! I could hear the enthusiasm between the lines. It's always nice to hear from people who have enjoyed my novels, but your letter was so heartfelt it really caught me -- sounds like your whole family loves history. Sorry for taking so long to get back to you. I have had only sporadic internet service until this last Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm working on a new novel set before the Revolutionary War. It's going slowly.... slowly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Wishes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nancy E. Turner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/silence-of-god.html"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; I loved reading this summer was &lt;u&gt;The Silence of God&lt;/u&gt; by Gale Sears. And guess what...I got to meet her. In the flesh. It was such a neat experience too. My family and I&amp;nbsp;lived &amp;nbsp;in St. Petersburg so to read her book and have her mention different locations around the city made me miss it.&amp;nbsp;She came and spoke at my aunt's Relief Society meeting. My mom and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;were invited to attend.&amp;nbsp;We got to meet with Gale Sears beforehand and told her of the connection we have to Russia. My dad had even written her an email after reading her book and she had remembered him from the email. She asked my mom if she wouldn't mind coming up during the meeting and sharing the&amp;nbsp;Lindlof family's connection with an experience my dad had during the time he served as mission President there. &lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't had a chance to read the book yet (because you MUST read it) it is about the&amp;nbsp;Lindlof family who were the first members of the LDS&amp;nbsp;church to be in Russia. In fact, they were the only&amp;nbsp;members in Russia and were present when&amp;nbsp;the land of Russia was dedicated in 1903. They were very hopeful regarding the growth of the church there but then the&amp;nbsp;1917&amp;nbsp;Bolshevik revolution happened. They were baptized in 1895&amp;nbsp;by an Elder Hogland&amp;nbsp;who was a swedish elder.&amp;nbsp;The Lindlof&amp;nbsp;family had contacted the Swedish mission office requesting information about the church and asking for missionaries to come to Russia to teach them. So he went, taught and baptized their whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 90's any church could come into Russia to teach and set up there. But then in 1997 the Russian government, mostly persuaded by the Russian Orthodox church, passed a law saying that any religious group who wanted to be in Russia had to prove its existence in the country pre-revolution. In trying to secure the LDS church's place there, they came across the&amp;nbsp;Lindlof&amp;nbsp;family and was able to then prove of the church's existence in Russia. This is what&amp;nbsp;Gale Sears&amp;nbsp;wanted my mom to share with everybody. &lt;br /&gt;The whole meeting was awesome and we felt such a connection to her. She signed our copy of her book and even added her email address for us to keep in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when reading a book I don't think much of the author. But with these two experiences, I will think more of who the author is and what they must be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next book review: &lt;u&gt;Prayers for Sale&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-8935592053696070521?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/8935592053696070521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=8935592053696070521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8935592053696070521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8935592053696070521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/11/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-33055539590257885</id><published>2010-10-27T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:48:23.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>california</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun in California; so much in fact that the kids ask everyday when we can go back to Disneyland. I tell them it won't be until the baby has grown as big as they are now. But in my mind I'm thinking, &lt;em&gt;"You had better pray we get to go again before you are fully grown." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents hooked us up with a condo right in Anaheim. We were just down the road from Disneyland which was very convenient. We were glad to be so close especially since we spent 4 days at the park. The weather cooperated with us too. Anaheim experienced the hottest week it has had in the last 40 years. Perfect conditions for a pregnant chick. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely recommend spending money on the Minnie and friends breakfast in the park. We saw so many characters that we definitely wouldn't have had the time to see while out and about in the park. Plus the food wasn't bad at all. Killer biscuits and gravy and also Mickey Mouse waffles. Super cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather being as perfect as it was, we were sure to spend the rest of our time being super lazy at the beach. The kids loved playing in the sand and water. They could've stayed there the whole trip and been peachy-keen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland was decorated for Halloween time. Most of the characters were decked out in Halloween costumes. Since Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, I enjoyed all the holiday changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010348.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disneyland2010340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part of the whole trip was seeing the park through a whole new set of eyes. Everything was absolutely amazing to them and every little thing was so exciting. I really hope our bank account bounces back in time for us to go again before the kids are too old to enjoy another trip to Disneyland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=Disneyland2010357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010357.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=Disneyland2010350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010350.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=Disneyland2010362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Disneyland2010362.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again...are you ever too old to enjoy Disneyland?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-33055539590257885?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/33055539590257885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=33055539590257885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/33055539590257885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/33055539590257885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/10/california.html' title='california'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-559281918170391517</id><published>2010-10-05T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:06:54.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>the return</title><content type='html'>We returned last weekend from an almost 2 week trip to CA. As was expected, we had a great time and LOVED being right by the ocean. We spent 4 days at Disneyland and while it was a total blast, I'm&amp;nbsp;overjoyed that&amp;nbsp;we don't have to return to Disneyland again for a long while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am sorting through pics and able to put a travelogue together, I thought you might enjoy some movie recommendations. Some are old and some are new but ones I have been thinking about and ones that everyone should at least see once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtUPsIjshI/AAAAAAAAB44/GMhMmnC4TnA/s1600/ghostwriter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtUPsIjshI/AAAAAAAAB44/GMhMmnC4TnA/s1600/ghostwriter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ghost Writer &lt;/em&gt;directed by Roman Polanski. Ewan McGregor plays a ghostwriter hired to complete the memoirs of a former British prime minister but in the process,&amp;nbsp;uncovers secrets that put his own life in jeopardy. My sis has read the book by Robert Harris and said it too is excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtVoJhT8HI/AAAAAAAAB48/7WCCK_rlpxY/s1600/empire+of+the+sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtVoJhT8HI/AAAAAAAAB48/7WCCK_rlpxY/s1600/empire+of+the+sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is an oldie but goodie. &lt;em&gt;Empire of the Sun &lt;/em&gt;was one of Christian Bale's first movies. It is directed by Steven Spielberg and follows a young English boy who struggles to survive under Japenese occupation during WWII. Christian gives a mature performance and you can see how early on his dedication to his roles would make him a big star. The soundtrack is excellent as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtWWDRSqbI/AAAAAAAAB5A/iVijzBwSG3s/s1600/somekind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtWWDRSqbI/AAAAAAAAB5A/iVijzBwSG3s/s1600/somekind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is also a movie from 1987. It was written by John Hughes but directed by Howard Deutch. So definitely some teen-angst going on. A young tomboy, Watts, finds her feelings for her best friend, Keith, run deeper than just friendship. He gets a date with the most popular girl in school but unfortunately, the girl's old boyfriend, who is from the rich section of town, is unable to let go of her, and plans to get back at Keith. I crushed major on Eric Stoltz when I first saw this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtZwJobdgI/AAAAAAAAB5E/knVX7DeADGg/s1600/dearjohn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtZwJobdgI/AAAAAAAAB5E/knVX7DeADGg/s1600/dearjohn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I may get crucified for this but&amp;nbsp;here it goes: &lt;em&gt;Dear John &lt;/em&gt;directed by Lasse Hallstrom. It is&amp;nbsp;a romantic drama, based on a Nicholas Sparks book,&amp;nbsp;about a soldier who falls for a conservative college student while he's home on leave. As expected with all romantic dramas, the reviews for it weren't strong but I still really liked it. Henry Thomas is in it! That should be enough to make you want to watch. ;) The more the barriers between John and Savannah build up, becoming seemingly unmovable, the more you want to see them get back together - that's what keeps Dear John engaging until the credits roll. Plus, when it is a Nicholas Sparks adaptation, one can always expect a sandy location, star-crossed lovers and searing melodrama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else seen these movies yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-559281918170391517?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/559281918170391517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=559281918170391517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/559281918170391517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/559281918170391517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/10/return.html' title='the return'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TKtUPsIjshI/AAAAAAAAB44/GMhMmnC4TnA/s72-c/ghostwriter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3206736352164240229</id><published>2010-09-21T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:17:34.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>sugar and spice</title><content type='html'>By the way, we are having a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leggings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/leggings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sweater.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/sweater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=denim.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/denim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=coat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/coat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tights.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/tights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...baby girl!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3206736352164240229?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3206736352164240229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3206736352164240229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3206736352164240229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3206736352164240229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/sugar-and-spice.html' title='sugar and spice'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7501937831795072165</id><published>2010-09-20T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:55:37.663-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van'/><title type='text'>evolution of the van</title><content type='html'>The van. It has been a staple in my life. It all started with this beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=van.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/van.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ram van. Who didn't have a Ram van in the 80's? Mr. T even had a Ram Van. Teen Wolf did hand stands on top of a Ram van. My brother liked to take us off sweet jumps in our blue whale of a van. It was the bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the late 80's/early 90's came the invention of the minivan. So instead of a giant 8 passenger van that could fit the whole contents of your house inside, came the more sophisticated minivan. My brother and I were given a Dodge minivan to drive during our senior year of high school, pictured in the background here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WartHog004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/WartHog004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, we dubbed it the "Shaggin Wagon" and labeled it as such on the back with a bumper sticker. Just as fast as you can say, "By the beard of Zeus's ghost", my dad had taken the bumper sticker off. He served his mission in Britain and therefore knew the true implications of such a word as "shaggin". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had a van in Russia when we lived there. It was dubbed something a bit more boring: "The Mission Van". &lt;em&gt;Lame&lt;/em&gt;. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evolution has now come full circle with the newest addition to our household:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5627.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Odyssey. This is definitely not your mother's van. This is much cooler than any van that has ever driven on this planet. We just purchased this over the weekend and are enjoying the full benefits of having a sweet ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5629.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5631.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is roomy, comfy, doors open automatically with the push of a button. We love it. I just still can't believe I am now driving a minivan. It will be dubbed "The Swagger Wagon" and will fully carry the weight of its name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7501937831795072165?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7501937831795072165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7501937831795072165&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7501937831795072165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7501937831795072165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/evolution-of-van.html' title='evolution of the van'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1171412008236514423</id><published>2010-09-19T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:46:08.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mormon messages'/><title type='text'>mormon messages</title><content type='html'>This is a wonderful message and my previous Bishop is interviewed in this piece. He is the one who manufactures the crutches that this man bought. So cool. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/foz1eaHRXjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/foz1eaHRXjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1171412008236514423?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1171412008236514423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1171412008236514423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1171412008236514423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1171412008236514423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/mormon-messages.html' title='mormon messages'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6446426194970537355</id><published>2010-09-18T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:58:57.983-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>august</title><content type='html'>How does one sum up a whole month in just one post? It was the best having my family here all together this summer. We absolutely loved&amp;nbsp;being together&amp;nbsp;for the first time in a couple of years. We even sat still long enough to get some awesome family pictures taken. So August was a crazy month: 4 days spent at Bear Lake, celebrating Mi-Mi's birthday, family pictures,&amp;nbsp;copious amounts of cousin bonding time and Mo starting Kindergarten. Hang on. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;It would be a disgrace to allow our nephew to return to England without &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; defining American symbol -- a foam finger. Look for him at the next Chelsea game with this bad boy on his hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img_5507.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/img_5507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5548.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to call this "game" they liked to play. All it was really was them snagging the ball away from each other, falling on the ground, laughing and then doing it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear Lake: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three amigos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time at the cabin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool table and also the theater room, putting green included, was a favorite for these three: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even celebrated Mi-mi's birthday at the cabin in Bear Lake with all her cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bearlake6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/bearlake6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ash4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/ash4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ash1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/ash1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ash2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/ash2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5551.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5551.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner with grandparents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5580.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quintessential summer picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5576.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5612.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Kindergarten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img_5497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/img_5497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this thumbs up is more for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, really...its okay. I am ready." Not so sure&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; am ready for this milestone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-mi also started preschool at the beginning of September:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5619.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_56232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_56232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5626.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has me asking the same question a lot lately: "Where does the time go?" Am I really at the point to be asking this? Napoleon Dynamite was really on to something with his time machine modulus device. Too bad it just produced a massive quantity of electricity to his body rather than him actually travelling through time. &lt;em&gt;Crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6446426194970537355?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6446426194970537355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6446426194970537355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6446426194970537355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6446426194970537355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/august.html' title='august'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7649343335555159735</id><published>2010-09-16T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:35:16.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homage to bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>the fighter</title><content type='html'>Finally, The Fighter trailer is out. I am so looking forward to this movie. Not only does it look like an awesome story but Christian Bale is in it. Yes, he looks lanky and awful. He definitely took one for the team in the looks department. But it just goes to show the lengths he will go and the dedication he puts into a role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1_zijS_UAtw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1_zijS_UAtw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is also another movie I'm really looking forward to. Denzel is such a great actor and Chris Pine adds a young, fresh side to Dezel's seriousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM-0Ywc7wNY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM-0Ywc7wNY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7649343335555159735?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7649343335555159735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7649343335555159735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7649343335555159735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7649343335555159735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighter.html' title='the fighter'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3370332475054781513</id><published>2010-09-10T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:23:05.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TIrZDMdkdSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/pk4nE8hMo8A/s1600/U2360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TIrZDMdkdSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/pk4nE8hMo8A/s320/U2360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just got this in the mail yesterday. So very very excited about it. The hubby thinks watching it would ruin our concert experience. The concert we should've already been to but Bono had to go and break his back. ;) I figured that in the meantime I could fill the void by enjoying this on the big screen in blu-ray. And imagine what it will be like in May when U2 FINALLY comes. It is almost too bad it has taken this long. My expectations of the show will be through the roof. U2 had better come through for me. I mean, I know they will because they are U2 but still...here's to hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3370332475054781513?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3370332475054781513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3370332475054781513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3370332475054781513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3370332475054781513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TIrZDMdkdSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/pk4nE8hMo8A/s72-c/U2360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7434957215287522764</id><published>2010-09-05T09:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:39:59.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>joys of pregnancy</title><content type='html'>I love to brush my teeth first thing in the morning. It helps me to feel somewhat ready for the day even though I'm still in my robe and my contacts have yet to meet my eyes for the day. So it is quite disheartening when the pregnancy hormones settle in and my gag reflex is heightened to the umpteenth degree. The sounds coming from the bathroom are definitely not pleasant ("Oooyick" and "Aaaacck"). It irks me to the point that it has made the top of my list of pet peeves.&amp;nbsp;The phrase, "The Joys of Pregnancy",&amp;nbsp;automatically&amp;nbsp;kicks my gag relfex into high gear. Don't get me wrong -- I am truly blessed to be able to even get pregnant the old fashioned way minus the gadgets and drugs, etc. I am even more blessed to have babies thus far without any serious physical or mental ailments (though sometimes they make me mental). I do realize that. But all the in- betweens (aches, uncontrollable urge to pee, uncomfortable sleep, nausea and vomiting, swollen ankles) make it harder to focus on the pure joys of having a beautiful baby as the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quest to overcome this unpleasant relfex, I have come up with ways to try to avoid the inevitable. You know the feeling -- your mouth starts to water, you can feel your tummy begin to boil over, your tongue betrays you by&amp;nbsp;moving&amp;nbsp;into place&amp;nbsp;to help whatever in your body that wants to come out, come out.&amp;nbsp;After how good I treat you and this is how you repay me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I first feel the gag I immediately tip my head up and look at the ceiling in my bathroom. This usually leads to thinking about how awesome of a paint job Ammon did and how I hate to paint, with a passion! Then I feel glad we were able to pay someone to do it instead of having to ourselves. To live with that kind of regret is just awful. Paint regret -- shudder. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I have to tip my head back down to spit and I feel the gag return I scoop some cold, cold water in my mouth to swish. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if this still doesn't work, then I get some more cold, cold water to gurgle. I usually do this several times in an effort to try and freeze those gag muscles in the back of my throat. Then I do a little dance, a party will do. Do a little dance, a party will do. Do a little dance...um...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;At this point I know I have won. I have&amp;nbsp;defeated the gag and can now face the day without feeling overly unpleasant. Or with a bad aftertaste in my mouth that seems to never go away. One ailment down, 457 more to go. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7434957215287522764?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7434957215287522764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7434957215287522764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7434957215287522764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7434957215287522764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/joys-of-pregnancy.html' title='joys of pregnancy'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-782256831103661903</id><published>2010-09-04T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:07:13.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl weekly'/><title type='text'>snl weekly</title><content type='html'>Garth and Kat have quickly become two of my favorite characters featured on SNL. I can just imagine how they both walk out to start their skit with zero plan except to have Kristen follow Fred as well as she can. It just cracks me up. I need to thank my awesome friend &lt;a href="http://gutkesontheisland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amelia &lt;/a&gt;for sharing this treasure with me. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/KrGhQxIG21tgUhG6aEusBg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/KrGhQxIG21tgUhG6aEusBg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="288" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-782256831103661903?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/782256831103661903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=782256831103661903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/782256831103661903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/782256831103661903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/09/snl-weekly.html' title='snl weekly'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3046462093924788928</id><published>2010-08-31T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:56:12.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>the silence of god</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TH3p1jxFu8I/AAAAAAAAB3k/RVbtok0l4c4/s1600/silence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TH3p1jxFu8I/AAAAAAAAB3k/RVbtok0l4c4/s320/silence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finished this and want to recommend it to everyone! This is an excellent historical novel based on the Lindlof family who were the first LDS members to live in Russia. It begins at the turn of the century when Tsar Nicholas was still in power and the Bolsheviks had yet to take over. Elder Lyman came to Russia in 1903 to dedicate the land of Russia for missionary work and the Lindlof family was present for that dedication which took place in the Summer Garden in St. Petersburg. Their journey then truly begins as they fight for their faith and love of Russia when, in 1917, the revolution envelops their country. This trial tests their promise to God in that, "We believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in obeying, honoring and sustaining the law". Gale Sears really did her homework and sheds a light on the endurance of this faithful family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3046462093924788928?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3046462093924788928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3046462093924788928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3046462093924788928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3046462093924788928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/silence-of-god.html' title='the silence of god'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TH3p1jxFu8I/AAAAAAAAB3k/RVbtok0l4c4/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-283318336849571616</id><published>2010-08-30T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:41:19.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><title type='text'>look ma! no training wheels</title><content type='html'>We have had a busy month! All of the fam was together for the first time in years and we enjoyed every single minute. In the midst of it all, M learned how to ride his bike minus the training wheels. He had set this goal at the beginning of the summer but didn't feel comfortable enough to truly go for it. Until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5459.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad giving him a few pointers before he sets his sails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for his send-off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-mi polishing her skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can't get him to stop. He is so confident with his newly acquired skill. He&amp;nbsp;likes to ride like the wind. We love summer with all its diversions and happy times. And pictures like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-283318336849571616?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/283318336849571616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=283318336849571616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/283318336849571616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/283318336849571616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-ma-no-training-wheels.html' title='look ma! no training wheels'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2095067368602321858</id><published>2010-08-30T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:14:03.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><title type='text'>fallon</title><content type='html'>If you missed the Emmy's last night, no worries. You really didn't miss much. Jimmy Fallon pretty much owned the night and his bits were the best of the show. Ricky Gervais was also funny when he presented. But Fallon's opening for the show was absolutely electric with all the cameo's and awesome Glee setting. Here it is for your viewing enjoyment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjkDxlhleN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjkDxlhleN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2095067368602321858?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2095067368602321858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2095067368602321858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2095067368602321858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2095067368602321858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/fallon.html' title='fallon'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-528047368812039369</id><published>2010-08-13T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:36:42.514-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>We have been having way too much fun. I think the cousin playtime has been the best so far but we always like to throw in an activity here and there: going for ice cream cones, a trip to the park, running through the sprinklers, swimming, playing dodgeball with grandpa. Grandpa even took the kids to the park and ran races with them. He won both races but pulled a hammy and procured a bloody nose in the process. So, like I said, a very enjoyable and lively time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no different. We all ventured down to Maddox and had a fantastic lunch together. Then decided shopping would be the best afternoon activity and rounded off the day with a jaunt to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5419.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5421.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5423.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5426.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5447.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5434.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5442.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5444.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way. Too. Much. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-528047368812039369?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/528047368812039369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=528047368812039369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/528047368812039369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/528047368812039369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1029238968116471194</id><published>2010-08-05T13:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:15:47.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>favorite children's books</title><content type='html'>We love Rosemary Wells and her Max and Ruby series. But we have now become fans of her newest character, Felix. He is a super cute guinea pig who either eats too much before bedtime or has a hard time sleeping through the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=felix1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/felix1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=felix2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/felix2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovable character deals with going to the doctor and also keeping his worries at bay. Both books subtly deal with children's fears and Wells expertly portrays his every mood through her art. Definitely worth checking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1029238968116471194?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1029238968116471194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1029238968116471194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1029238968116471194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1029238968116471194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite-childrens-books.html' title='favorite children&apos;s books'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7983050697071255981</id><published>2010-08-03T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:48:02.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>addition</title><content type='html'>Bonuses to being pregnant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an excuse for getting fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excuse for not doing sit-ups anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to eat an extra 200 calories &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an excuse to sit and be lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first time I feel the baby kick is like opening a present Christmas morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My skin is softer and clearer (adult acne beware!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Afternoon naps become a priority &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having an excuse to buy new clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cons to being pregnant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling like absolute...blah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything gets bigger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zero energy or motivation to get anything done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being absolutely drained and exhausted by 5pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning sickness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly thinking and planning my next meal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making sure I have food around me at all times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day when your non-pregnancy jeans don't fit anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realizing the scale doesn't lie especially when a nurse is looking over your shoulder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not being able to sleep on my tummy anymore :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But, of course, the beautiful reward in the end is worth every stretch mark, fat joke, cankle, pound gained. We don't find out the sex of the baby until the end of this month. Any guesses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7983050697071255981?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7983050697071255981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7983050697071255981&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7983050697071255981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7983050697071255981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/08/addition.html' title='addition'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3308647442741189056</id><published>2010-07-29T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:49:36.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>canyon</title><content type='html'>With my sister and her kids here, we have been keeping pretty busy. Between jumping on the trampoline, running through the sprinklers, multiple ice cream cones and popsicles, and a trip to the park, it seems we barely have had time to stop and breathe. Writing it here makes it sound like its not much. But it seriously has been non-stop fun. The kids absolutely love the constant action and running until they drop. Mo said to me today, "I love having my cousins here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we drove up the canyon to do one of my favorite things: roast hot dogs and make s'mores. It was so much fun to watch my niece and nephew do this for the first time. Plus it couldn't have been a more perfect night. And like Gilbert Blythe would say, "I don't think we will get many more nights like these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5354.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5355.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5355.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first burnt mallow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5362.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fia's turn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5365.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5375.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning the sacred art of s'more making:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5369.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5369.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5366.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5366.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5377.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5367.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5384.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5389.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5413.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/canyon.html' title='canyon'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2784416799086490475</id><published>2010-07-28T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:45:39.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>simpler times</title><content type='html'>This is awesome and hilarious and so true. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r1CZTLk-Gk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r1CZTLk-Gk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2784416799086490475?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2784416799086490475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2784416799086490475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2784416799086490475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2784416799086490475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/simpler-times.html' title='simpler times'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6110698358267492843</id><published>2010-07-27T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:19:37.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>weekend in vegas</title><content type='html'>The hubby and I went to Vegas this last weekend. Just us. Sans kids. It was awesome. The drive alone was so great. Just the sheer fact of not having to stop for potty breaks or listen to whiney kids. It was wonderful. We could even talk and not be interrupted. Wow. We were definitely spoiled. I wish I had loads of pictures to show you but we truly enjoyed a lazy, fun-filled weekend. And by fun-filled I mean chilling with friends and eating out and watching movies and being lazy. We seriously didn't do anything super crazy. Just laid low and enjoyed every minute. Well, we did go to a concert our first night at the House of Blues. That was actually our main reason for going but having friends who live there is a double bonus. As you well know, Keane is one of my faveity-faves. I think I have mentioned them here once or twice, maybe... ;) For some crazy reason they chose to not return to Utah on their tour this year. So we had to resort to going to Vegas and seeing them there. Good excuse for a weekend getaway, right? It was such an awesome concert and we were four feet away from Tom the whole time. Here they are singing their most popular song. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13636484&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13636484&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13636484"&gt;Keane: Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6110698358267492843?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6110698358267492843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6110698358267492843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6110698358267492843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6110698358267492843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-in-vegas.html' title='weekend in vegas'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1361529121478010086</id><published>2010-07-27T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:11:43.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><title type='text'>heritage</title><content type='html'>My eldest sis and her two kids flew in last night from London. We absolutely are so excited to have them here and for a whole month to boot! The kids especially are excited to have their cousins here and across the street to play with all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent this morning out at the heritage/living history center. Our first stop was to visit the mountain man tent. Would you believe this is the first thing he handed our kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5318.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...lets think about this one: four kids running around with tomahawks and trying to chop everything in sight. It was the most memorable part of the day for them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5320.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5320.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5321.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain man then decided to teach them another dangerous practice that we all want our kids to learn young: how to start a fire. Perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5322.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all very engaged. They also loved trying on the hat made out of beaver pelt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5325.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5327.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5330.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5329.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved on to the more dull parts of the history museum like riding the train and horses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5334.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5353.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And don't forget petting the pigme goats. That is SUPER boring and dull compared to holding a tomahawk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eventful morning and one I'm sure the kids won't forget. It was great to just all be together and out enjoying the beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1361529121478010086?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1361529121478010086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1361529121478010086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1361529121478010086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1361529121478010086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/heritage.html' title='heritage'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2670205051317287272</id><published>2010-07-16T08:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:43:38.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>Paul McCartney finally made it to Utah. It was the concert of the year (especially since the U2 shows were canceled). I was very impressed by his longevity (he performed for three whole hours and didn't have an opening band -- it was just him) and the way he interacted with the audience. He truly is a born performer. Here is one of my favorite points in the show. It was just him and a guitar. This video is a bit long but totally worth the watch. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13351308&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13351308&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13351308"&gt;Paul McCartney 2&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2670205051317287272?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2670205051317287272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2670205051317287272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2670205051317287272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2670205051317287272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/fanatical-friday_16.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7398643462142911820</id><published>2010-07-02T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:53:36.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>Could Friday get any cooler? &lt;br /&gt;The Edge. Muse. Where the Streets Have No Name. Glastonbury Festival 2010. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUkw8sJoY7k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUkw8sJoY7k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7398643462142911820?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7398643462142911820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7398643462142911820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7398643462142911820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7398643462142911820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-8673365004195582633</id><published>2010-07-01T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:21:23.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><title type='text'>o canada</title><content type='html'>In honor of Canada day today, we celebrated by chopping down a tree. Not just any tree. The giant pine that has been in our backyard forever. Longer than we have owned the home. I'm sure the original owner would not want to know there is one less tree in her old backyard. I am really hoping it wasn't planted on a special day either. Hopefully they didn't take, "plant a tree on your birthday" seriously. I am sure the country of Canada would not like to know one of their own (the hubby) was in favor of the removal of this tree. And on Canada day, no less. Oh my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5221.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful tree. It became a hazard to have and the city was very kind to come and remove it for free. Originally we had a tree specialist come and give us a bid on removal. He thought a bid close to $400 would be about right. I could hire a beaver for much, much less. I'm sure the tree specialist didn't take&amp;nbsp;that into consideration.&amp;nbsp;Luckily, a giant powerline runs above our yard and the tree was dangerously close to it. So much so that it could catch fire or become electralized and shock the kids. Can you imagine that headline: "Electric Tree Kills Two." Shudder. &lt;shudder&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely made for an entertaining afternoon. Especially since the tree guy decided he needed to keep climbing higher and higher. The kids loved that. The squirrels: not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa came over with his John Deere wagon and loaded up the firewood. This also became an activity enjoyed by Mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to Canada: a country full of pine trees, like the one we chopped down, and Big Turks and Mounties and Canucks and ketchup chips. Pretty much all things weird and tasty. O Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-8673365004195582633?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/8673365004195582633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=8673365004195582633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8673365004195582633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8673365004195582633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-canada.html' title='o canada'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-8842949080808169333</id><published>2010-06-30T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:07:49.320-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>Recently we celebrated a birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5196.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5200.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5213.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5218.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the day with a made-to-order breakfast, opened presents,  frosted cupcakes for his preschool summer camp class, picked up food and cake for the party, waterslide with cousins at great-grammy's, dinner and cake and ice cream and more presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=on_the_porch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/on_the_porch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=mud_or_slide_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/mud_or_slide_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to wrap my mind around the idea that this kid will be starting kindergarten in the fall. I am also trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he will be going to the same elementary school my siblings and I attended. It is all weirding me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have another cause for celebration around here. This girl is now potty-trained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5125.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5129.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been doing considerably well and very few accidents to report. We are so proud of her and her need for independence, which I think was the main drive for her to start using the potty. She is very much that way. She also was very much in love with her new backpack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took to wearing it around all the time. I wish I could've recorded our conversation to her on why it wasn't appropriate for her to wear it to church. She will be starting preschool in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-8842949080808169333?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/8842949080808169333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=8842949080808169333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8842949080808169333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8842949080808169333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebration.html' title='celebration'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7278782670766995034</id><published>2010-06-18T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:59:28.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>In our house we are fanatical about soccer. So with the World Cup in full swing, our days are filled with soccer matches on TV or talking about soccer with family and friends. The timing for a British soccer camp could not have been more perfect! This week Mo enjoyed a week of camp. Not sure who is more sad about it being over: he or me. He&amp;nbsp;did receive&amp;nbsp;a Wayne Rooney poster today from his coach that he promptly pasted on his wall. I couldn't be more proud of this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5179.jpg" border="0" alt="soccer camp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5174.jpg" border="0" alt="soccer camp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5182.jpg" border="0" alt="soccer camp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7278782670766995034?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7278782670766995034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7278782670766995034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7278782670766995034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7278782670766995034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/06/fanatical-friday_18.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1309338905258744107</id><published>2010-06-08T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:59:36.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl weekly'/><title type='text'>snl weekly</title><content type='html'>With Lost over and done with, it is fun to look back on this skit and realize there are still so many unanswered questions. I also miss skits like this that are totally true to life and super funny without over exaggeration. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;P.S I miss Mya Rudolph and Amy Poehler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="283" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=48392&amp;showID=61"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=48392&amp;showID=61" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="384" height="283" allowFullScreen="true" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1309338905258744107?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1309338905258744107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1309338905258744107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1309338905258744107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1309338905258744107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/06/snl-weekly.html' title='snl weekly'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1454186767707022094</id><published>2010-06-07T20:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:11:00.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>these is my words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TA2lWnfSk8I/AAAAAAAAB1w/PUFyKAMtYHE/s1600/theseis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TA2lWnfSk8I/AAAAAAAAB1w/PUFyKAMtYHE/s320/theseis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished this book and absolutely loved it!! I liked it so much that I felt absolutely compelled to write the author and tell her so. I'm sure I made a complete fool out of myself but I just was totally enthralled by the book and couldn't put it down. &lt;em&gt;These Is My Words&lt;/em&gt; is a historical fiction novel written in diary form. It is set during a time in Territorial Arizona when life was hard and tenuous. The story is a portrait of the courage and perseverance of one woman, and a love affair that will&amp;nbsp;never be forgotten. I gasped, I laughed, I cried. I highly recommend this!! Any suggestions on my next read??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-1454186767707022094?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1454186767707022094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1454186767707022094&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1454186767707022094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1454186767707022094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-is-my-words.html' title='these is my words'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/TA2lWnfSk8I/AAAAAAAAB1w/PUFyKAMtYHE/s72-c/theseis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6446733626426311417</id><published>2010-06-04T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:15:53.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>If yesterday happened like it was supposed to I would be able to tell you that I had one of the best nights of my life last night. I would be able to tell you I was closer to Bono last night than I have ever been in my life. I would be able to tell you I almost fainted straightaway when I saw him but did actually pee my pants a bit from the excitement. I would be able to tell you that I sang at the top of my lungs to every song and I can barely speak above a whisper this morning. I would be able to tell you that when my favorite song was played I&amp;nbsp;was overcome with emotion and had to pinch myself for fear I could possibly be dreaming. I could tell you that Bono picked me out of the crowd and sang to me and even held my hand while he danced with me. I could tell you that but I would most likely be fantasizing. Ha! I could tell you I will never, ever forget last night for as long as my memory holds up and before dementia sets in. In fact, I can tell you I will never forget last night because it didn't happen. Bono is broken and my night of bliss must wait until...would you believe...NEXT YEAR!!!! So I guess today is more of a lament than an actual fanatical feeling of Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Paul or Bono...can I call you Paul? Okay. Mr. Bono, please oh please do not ever do this to me again. I know it wasn't your fault. It never is, right? You are perfect but unfortunately your back isn't. Get well, rest up and prepare for an all-nighter&amp;nbsp;with yours truly because that is what I expect. That&amp;nbsp;is what I have come to expect&amp;nbsp;and you&amp;nbsp;have never failed me. Well, except for last night. But I won't hold that against you. I never could be mad at you or have hard&amp;nbsp;feelings toward you. FYI.&amp;nbsp;Yours forever, in the world of U2 and always, Nell-O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6446733626426311417?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6446733626426311417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6446733626426311417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6446733626426311417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6446733626426311417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/06/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2163339739633533724</id><published>2010-05-22T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:50:18.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><title type='text'>swagger wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql-N3F1FhW4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql-N3F1FhW4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more??  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2163339739633533724?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2163339739633533724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2163339739633533724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2163339739633533724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2163339739633533724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/swagger-wagon.html' title='swagger wagon'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-8396013300392339611</id><published>2010-05-17T15:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:03:38.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane monday'/><title type='text'>not a mundane monday</title><content type='html'>The kids favorite auntie is here. She flew in last night and will be here all summer. She also came bearing treats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5110.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5115.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-Jo cookies from Trader Joe's. Their Uncle C brought those cute t-shirts from Salem. She also brought me my favorite Trader Joe's Mango Passion Granola. Why, oh why does TJ's insist on staying away from Utah?!?! Ugh. With gifts this morning and then a trip to the park with their favorite auntie, today is definitely not a mundane Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-8396013300392339611?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/8396013300392339611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=8396013300392339611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8396013300392339611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8396013300392339611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-mundane-monday_17.html' title='not a mundane monday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5505744646484060152</id><published>2010-05-14T16:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:52:36.712-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>This clip from &lt;em&gt;Father of the Bride&lt;/em&gt; has to be one of the best moments in movies ever. No one else could've played a better over-the-top father of a daughter whose wedding is upcoming and is slowly unraveling at the seams. Who else could've delivered the line "...so I am removing the superfluous buns!" better??! Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYIHLUxzRr8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYIHLUxzRr8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5505744646484060152?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5505744646484060152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5505744646484060152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5505744646484060152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5505744646484060152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/fanatical-friday_14.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-86150805759713061</id><published>2010-05-13T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:04:32.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><title type='text'>a picture of strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_2085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken over a year ago. She has accomplished so much but since has been through the ringer. After her second surgery yesterday I am more and more convinced she is one tough cookie. She is my hero. Love you, mom! Soon enough she will be hiking all the trails in the valley and enjoying the pain-free life she has always literally dreamed of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-86150805759713061?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/86150805759713061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=86150805759713061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/86150805759713061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/86150805759713061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-of-strength.html' title='a picture of strength'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7438788583659563566</id><published>2010-05-12T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:29:29.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>favorite children's books</title><content type='html'>I have shared that &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt; is Mi-mi's favorite movie. So I decided to take it one step further and start reading the book to them every night. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-rHlLAdkdI/AAAAAAAAB1A/cmXEZB41PTc/s1600/oz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-rHlLAdkdI/AAAAAAAAB1A/cmXEZB41PTc/s320/oz.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend shared an article about a father who started to read chapter books together when she was young and what an impression that made on her. Though the kids are still really young, I thought we could start with a story both already know. Well, at least I thought they knew. The movie and the book are two totally different stories. Yes, the main characters are still the same but there is so much more to the story than the movie portrays. It has been fun to read and compare. But the most important is how much the kids look forward to reading it. They never forget where we left off and are always anxious for the next installment. I am sure this is something we will continue and soon they will be able to help choose the books we will read. Any suggestions on what we should read next??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7438788583659563566?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7438788583659563566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7438788583659563566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7438788583659563566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7438788583659563566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/favorite-childrens-books.html' title='favorite children&apos;s books'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-rHlLAdkdI/AAAAAAAAB1A/cmXEZB41PTc/s72-c/oz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5516260574395473687</id><published>2010-05-11T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:34:25.109-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl weekly'/><title type='text'>snl weekly</title><content type='html'>The endeavor of a group on Facebook to have Betty White host SNL came to fruition this last weekend and I'm so glad it did! SNL has been slagging a bit and to not only have Betty White host but to have cameos by some of the greats was fantastic! The whole combination made for one of the best shows in a while. Amy Poehler, Tina Fey, Ana Gasteyer, Mya Rudolph, Molly Shannon and Rachel Dratch really need to just return to SNL all together. I didn't realize how much I have missed them! Betty White brought a new flavor to SNL and shook things up a bit. It just goes to show that no matter how old you are, comedy is still alive and kickin'. If you happened to miss this particular SNL, stop what you are doing right now and watch it. Here is a skit that was left on the cutting room floor and I'm sad because I LOVED Amy Poehler and Mya Rudolph together. They were always so so funny together. This is just a dress rehearsal but worthy of being seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="283" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1226118&amp;showID=61"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1226118&amp;showID=61" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="384" height="283" allowFullScreen="true" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5516260574395473687?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5516260574395473687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5516260574395473687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5516260574395473687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5516260574395473687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/snl-weekly.html' title='snl weekly'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-805010797146375939</id><published>2010-05-07T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:04:13.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homage to bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-TWiaOYhSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/bJ1Y5DcSOhU/s1600/christianbale1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-TWiaOYhSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/bJ1Y5DcSOhU/s320/christianbale1.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christian has two new movies coming out and another in production. I am so excited to see him again on the big screen that I want to dedicate my fanatical Friday post to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-TsxGJQy-I/AAAAAAAAB04/hn00r8oOJCw/s1600/fighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-TsxGJQy-I/AAAAAAAAB04/hn00r8oOJCw/s320/fighter.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christian Bale plays Dickie Eklund, a&amp;nbsp;talented fighter turned criminal who turns his life around by&amp;nbsp;training his younger brother, played by Mark Wahlberg, and puts him on the road to the world championship. Yes, that is Christian Bale on the left. The role required him to lose lots of weight, not as much as The Machinist, thankfully. But it seems he has this weight-loss thing down pat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batman 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Michael Keaton was a great Batman but he pales in comparison to&amp;nbsp;Bale's portrayal of the winged superhero. Set to release in 2012, it is already rumored that Johnny Depp will take on the role of The Riddler. Jim Carrey eat your heart out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Terminator movie is in the works at the moment and Christian is said to reprise his role as John Connor. I will admit I'm not SO excited about this one but still, it's Christian. Do you know what I would wish (besides a&amp;nbsp;meet-and-greet with Christian)? I am hoping he will tackle a period piece type of movie. No one could've portrayed a better broken-hearted Laurie in &lt;em&gt;Little Women&lt;/em&gt; or a young German stuck in Hitler's world,&amp;nbsp;who happens to love American swing music in &lt;em&gt;Swing Kids&lt;/em&gt;. Please, please tackle another role similar to these; something with a little more depth than worrying about Skynet and its demise over a futuristic world where machines take over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-805010797146375939?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/805010797146375939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=805010797146375939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/805010797146375939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/805010797146375939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S-TWiaOYhSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/bJ1Y5DcSOhU/s72-c/christianbale1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6317751311760606052</id><published>2010-05-04T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:37:57.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><title type='text'>blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are a good example of what kind of relationship Mo and Mi-mi have. They get along so well and Mo loves being a big brother. He loves helping out his little sister. Most of the time she will go to him for help instead of coming to the husband or I. Yes, they do have their days but for the most part, they are the best of friends. It makes me so happy and I pray their relationship will always be that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6317751311760606052?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6317751311760606052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6317751311760606052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6317751311760606052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6317751311760606052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessings.html' title='blessings'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-7096649906335872991</id><published>2010-05-03T15:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:56:52.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane monday'/><title type='text'>not a mundane monday</title><content type='html'>Even though the weather outside is less than agreeable, inside we are keeping warm and having fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas I got a KitchenAid mixer. January 1 I took it over to my mother-in-laws house and had her teach me how to make bread. I have not been successful in my previous attempts and was an anxious learner. I am proud to announce that I have been baking bread ever since and&amp;nbsp;I find myself still&amp;nbsp;surprised when it turns out. I had a couple of very scarring experiences before. Plus, they grind the wheat for me and happily share it. I couldn't ask for a better set-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being able to bake bread and have the kids in the other room coloring and entertaining themselves. And staying in our jammy's well into the late morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a mundane Monday at our house.&amp;nbsp; :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-7096649906335872991?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/7096649906335872991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=7096649906335872991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7096649906335872991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/7096649906335872991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-mundane-monday.html' title='not a mundane monday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2079858683653694985</id><published>2010-05-02T19:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:42:42.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>It was tough to say goodbye. One never knows how much time will pass between visits. It had been so long since I last saw&amp;nbsp;these cheeky nutters&amp;nbsp;and I definitely&amp;nbsp;don't wish for that&amp;nbsp;to be repeated.&amp;nbsp;As you have seen in my travelogues, I had an amazing time and truly lived it up while I was there. I did so much in such a short period of time but it was only a fraction of what England has to offer. Hopefully I will be able to return sooner rather than later and &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; the husband will be able to join me. If I let him...&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am saying my goodbyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4879.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4882.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4887.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4884.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized the excess of make-up I had on that morning gives me away. I was a bit nervous about the impending flight and transfer. Plus my bags were stuffed to the brim with souvenirs and goodies. 50% of my carry-on was HobNobs, Digestives and Cadbury sweets.&amp;nbsp;Do you know how much all of that weighs? Was it worth the sweat and stress of making it fit in those 5x5 overhead bins?&amp;nbsp;A resounding yalp!&amp;nbsp;(YES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my goodbyes, I was then on my own to get to the tube station and ride back to the airport. I honestly wasn't worried except that when I stepped outside it was pouring rain. Guess who came to&amp;nbsp;the counrty of rain minus an umbrella?&amp;nbsp;I waited at my sister's flat for as long as I could and even debated hailing a cabbie. The expense would've been too much. So rain it was and I made a run for it. 15 minutes and a gallon of&amp;nbsp;water later, I was at the tube and sitting uncomfortably wet&amp;nbsp;on my train. I somewhat dried by the time I got to the terminal. I met up with my good friend, who was also flying out that day on business. We chatted it up for a bit and he was even nice enough to buy me a hot cocoa to warm me up. I soon was on my plane and headed back to the good ol' US of A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and kids were excited to see me. I was sure they were having as much fun as I was and they had forgotten I was even gone. Of course they weren't really looking forward to having me be home to ruin their fun. But they did miss me and couldn't wait for me to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo said, &lt;em&gt;"You said you were going on a trip but didn't say you would be gone &lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt; long!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fun to see their reactions; realize how much I am loved and was missed! As a surprise and a welcome home present, the husband cleaned the whole house and even did the laundry. It was the best present! For me, doing laundry is a nine-step process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;moaning and murmuring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;separate the clothes and start the washer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting said clothes in the washer and then whining because of the strain on my arms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting 30 minutes for the clothes to finish washing and "accidentally forgetting" I even put clothes in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moving&amp;nbsp;said clothes to the&amp;nbsp;the dryer 2 1/2 hours later&amp;nbsp;and then moaning because of the strain on my arms AND my back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very patiently wait for the clothes to dry and pat myself on the back for actually finishing a load&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;next day, toss it in a basket where it waits patiently to be folded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;survey load of un-washed clothes waiting to be clean and debate on whether or not my arms and back can handle the strain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decide&amp;nbsp;there are more pressing household duties that cannot wait and resign to attempting another load of laundry tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;As you can see, the fact he folded all the clothes&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; put them away made my heart&amp;nbsp;skip-a-beat. Obviously it doesn't take much to impress me! No fancy diamonds or presents need apply. Just fold the laundry and put it away...I'm yours!!&amp;nbsp;Well...and a trip to&amp;nbsp;London but we can discuss that later...&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids with their loot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4891.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear England, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you miss me yet? I sure miss you. I don't miss the rain and cold. And constantly being cold. But I do miss you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I am fresh out of chocolate covered Digestives and Maltesers.&amp;nbsp;Care to hook me up? I knew I could count on you. Cheers! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2079858683653694985?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2079858683653694985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2079858683653694985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2079858683653694985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2079858683653694985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/05/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2864947161850831258</id><published>2010-04-25T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:06:43.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>keane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9S8e1k1I3I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/AILsjFE0v-s/s1600/tomchaplin.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9S8e1k1I3I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/AILsjFE0v-s/s320/tomchaplin.gif" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tom Chaplin, the lead singer and member of Keane, gave an interview in the UK Sunday Times. Read it &lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/music/article7104037.ece"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I know you will because you love Keane as much as I do. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2864947161850831258?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2864947161850831258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2864947161850831258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2864947161850831258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2864947161850831258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/keane.html' title='keane'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9S8e1k1I3I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/AILsjFE0v-s/s72-c/tomchaplin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-8666884174451336363</id><published>2010-04-23T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:30:06.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9Hh7et2-yI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/9s7MBV2u2-A/s1600/across.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9Hh7et2-yI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/9s7MBV2u2-A/s320/across.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this movie when it first came out in 2007. I enjoyed it. I cannot say I totally &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; it. Like any movie created around&amp;nbsp;iconic music, I am leery&amp;nbsp;(i.e. &lt;em&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/em&gt;).&amp;nbsp;The music was my main reason for absolutely sticking through and watching it.&amp;nbsp;Plus Julie Taymor, the director, is super cool.&amp;nbsp;(She is currently working with Bono and The Edge on&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Spider-Man: The Musical.&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;I am a Beatles fan and not a closeted one.&amp;nbsp;I have a Beatles t-shirt. After having worn it many&amp;nbsp;thousands of times,&amp;nbsp;I have come to realize that others my age don't always share my passtion. The range of comments I get make me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thirty-something: &lt;em&gt;"Is that a Beatles shirt?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: &lt;em&gt;"Yes, it is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thirty-something: &lt;em&gt;"You and my mom would get along. She likes The Beatles a lot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: &lt;em&gt;"Tell your mom she is totally cooler than you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually say this. I should have. It was at the tip of my tongue though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I finally broke down and got the soundtrack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9HhkPasGgI/AAAAAAAAB0I/U2gdmMknHio/s1600/universe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9HhkPasGgI/AAAAAAAAB0I/U2gdmMknHio/s320/universe.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bono not only makes an appearance in the movie but he sings two songs on the soundtrack: &lt;em&gt;I Am the Walrus &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds&lt;/em&gt;. Nothing can compare to the originals but I highly recommend the soundtrack. If you are a Beatles fan, that is. If your mother is then it would&amp;nbsp;make for&amp;nbsp;a great Mother's Day present. In her card just be sure to mention she is way cooler than you are. That alone would make her day.&amp;nbsp; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-8666884174451336363?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/8666884174451336363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=8666884174451336363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8666884174451336363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8666884174451336363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/fanatical-friday_23.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S9Hh7et2-yI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/9s7MBV2u2-A/s72-c/across.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3156773550757886950</id><published>2010-04-21T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:42:50.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>young victoria</title><content type='html'>I just watched this today and must recommend it to everyone. It was absolutely brilliant. Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend were a perfect Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. The costuming was divine and all of it was shot so beautifully. It showcased the beauty of England and made me miss it tremendously. Rent it today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gg4-bQ-SOs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gg4-bQ-SOs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3156773550757886950?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3156773550757886950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3156773550757886950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3156773550757886950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3156773550757886950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/young-victoria.html' title='young victoria'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5219343881493816943</id><published>2010-04-20T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:09:54.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>kensington</title><content type='html'>The dreaded last days! My trip, as you have seen, had been amazing and to realize I was in the final days of my much-needed personal vacay, was definitely hard to swallow. I was anxious to get home and be with the husband and kids again but yet,&amp;nbsp;at the same time, I was enjoying my time in London immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister's husband agreed to let us have a day out sans kids. Saturday we&amp;nbsp;aimed for the British Library. Everyone asked us about all the millions of books stored there and the rows upon rows of shelves. Well, actually, the only reason we ventured there was for the Sir John Ritblat Gallery. Are you ready for the list of treasures it holds? Are you sure? Okay. Here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magna Carta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lewis Carroll's original manuscript of &lt;em&gt;Alice's Adventures Under Ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Duke's Plan&lt;/em&gt;, an early map of New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Original score&amp;nbsp;of Handel's &lt;em&gt;Messiah&lt;/em&gt; and hand-written lyrics by&amp;nbsp;The Beatles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci's notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Gutenberg Bible&lt;/em&gt;, one of the first printed books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;a seven volume Islamic manuscript, hand-written in gold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first&amp;nbsp;plays of Shakespeare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand-written scores from Mozart and also his marriage license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jane Austen's writing desk, glasses and&amp;nbsp;hand-written manuscripts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scores from Schubert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand-written manuscripts from the Bronte sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;...and much, much more. I was most excited about seeing The Beatles hand-written&amp;nbsp;lyrics and the story behind it. They were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard Days Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ticket to Ride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Want To Hold Your Hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Just to be standing in a room with so many historical and amazing features left me awe-struck. It was hard to really soak it all in. I wish I could've taken pictures but they were, of course, prohibited. If you do find yourself in London and aren't sure where to start, go to the British Library. You might also want to take a look around rather than stay in the Gallery the whole time like we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then needed to start back towards the flat to relieve my sister's hubby. But on the way we stopped at Sainsbury's and stocked up on all my favorite English sweets and biscuits. Here I am showing the love for one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4825.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize but Beatrix Potter's house was just around the corner from my sister's flat. Now a school sits on the spot where her house used to be. It was bombed during WWII (curses!!) and so a school was built there. There is a placque though telling of her time there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4822.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed to Kensington Garden. It was raining so we took our time before venturing out. We also got to take a black cabbie ride to the park which was awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10493846&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10493846&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10493846"&gt;Black Cabbie Ride&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was most excited to see the Peter Pan statue, a gift from J.M. Barrie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4831.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4826.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the base of the statue there were many of the characters and images from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4833.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of Kensington Garden is quite large and absolutely beautiful. There is also a Princess Diana Memorial walkway throughout the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4837.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4838.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to the Royal Albert Monument that Queen Victoria had built for him (I really want to see that movie, BTW) and it was larger than I had expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4841.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4842.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bench reminded me of the movie Finding Neverland and I tried to imagine Johnny Depp sitting on that very bench. :) &amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;sigh &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked over to this giant pond in the garden and on towards Kensington Palace. We didn't go inside to the museum but opted to walk around the grounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10701349&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10701349&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10701349"&gt;Kensington Garden pond&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4848.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4861.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4869.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4870.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we were all pooped and ready for a rest. Well, my sis and I were pooped but the kids were up to doing something other than walking. Princess Diana had this giant playground built for her boys and it now is a public park area. It is super cool and the design was based on the story Peter Pan. There was a pirate ship, a Lost Boys hideout, tepee's and a rocky shore with a crocodile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4872.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4873.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must mention that at this park we spotted an Aussie soap star. My sister used to live in Australia and recognized him right away. He was pushing his kids on the swings. My sis tried to be discreet and snap a shot of him. The other funny thing is he was singing, quite loudly, a Lady Gaga song. I had no idea who he was but he was quite handsome. I can understand why he would be a star in his native Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: HOME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5219343881493816943?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5219343881493816943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5219343881493816943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5219343881493816943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5219343881493816943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/kensington.html' title='kensington'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6072826446020182466</id><published>2010-04-15T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:32:07.398-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>muse</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun at the Muse concert. They were phenomenal. There are bands that are not so good live or really good live and Muse was an awesome band to see live. His voice is exceptional and I couldn't believe how great he sounded when on stage. Here is a clip from the concert, playing one of my favorite songs. The husband was filming (because he is taller) and we kept getting bummped around. Thus the filming is all over the place. But at least the sound wasn't effected! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10954851&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10954851&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10954851"&gt;Muse: Hysteria&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6072826446020182466?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6072826446020182466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6072826446020182466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6072826446020182466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6072826446020182466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/muse.html' title='muse'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2988370584824998628</id><published>2010-04-15T10:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:03:05.710-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><title type='text'>new faves</title><content type='html'>My kids love Crocs and I don't mind having them be the shoe of choice. They are super easy to put on (by themselves), they can get dirty, wet, whatever and they are durable. Perfect shoes for the warmer weather. You can imagine how bummed I was to find Mi-mi's Crocs from last year are too small. But today we found a cute replacement &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/crocs-gabby/10340,default,pd.html?cid=685"&gt;pair&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S8P7ixnxG0I/AAAAAAAABzw/g-BWEk7ovmY/s1600/crocsgabby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S8P7ixnxG0I/AAAAAAAABzw/g-BWEk7ovmY/s320/crocsgabby.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was even the one who picked them out!&amp;nbsp;We share&amp;nbsp;in this new favorite find.&lt;br /&gt;I also found new running pants that have quickly become a favorite. I really like the fit and they don't&amp;nbsp;move when I'm running. With other pants I have found it a nuisance when&amp;nbsp;I'm constantly having to pull them up and&amp;nbsp;focus on running.&amp;nbsp;The "body-hugging" design is no lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S8c2JUmS8tI/AAAAAAAABz4/qmMa73pss5Y/s1600/nike+core+tech.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S8c2JUmS8tI/AAAAAAAABz4/qmMa73pss5Y/s320/nike+core+tech.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These &lt;a href="http://nikerunning.nike.com/nikeos/p/nikeplus/en_US/commerce/women?hf=10001^4294967132^4294962511&amp;amp;t=Women%27s%20Clothing%20Bottoms#/?ll=en_US&amp;amp;ct=US&amp;amp;pid=294495&amp;amp;cid=1&amp;amp;pgid=307387&amp;amp;p=PDP"&gt;Nike Core Tech&lt;/a&gt; Women's Running Capris are THE BOMB!! There is even&amp;nbsp;mesh at the back of the knees to help with ventilation. AND a mini pocket in the back to hold a key, an iPod, a gallon of milk... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2988370584824998628?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2988370584824998628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2988370584824998628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2988370584824998628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2988370584824998628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-faves.html' title='new faves'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVaat_eSHOE/S8P7ixnxG0I/AAAAAAAABzw/g-BWEk7ovmY/s72-c/crocsgabby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2427438895258072575</id><published>2010-04-11T21:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:16:50.312-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>harrods</title><content type='html'>After having a late night of great company and conversation, we decided to sleep in a bit on Friday and have a fun, easy day of shopping! Plus it was raining when we woke (surprise, surprise) so there was no rush to venture out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrods was our store of choice. Rather, it is not merely a store but a &lt;em&gt;giant&lt;/em&gt; department store. Harrods has many, many floors of all you can think of: women's clothing, men's, children's, purses/bags, candy shop, perfumery, toys, groceries, souvenir shop (which they call the "arcade"). The size absolutely blew me away. It was very busy too. I muttered outloud, "I cannot imagine what it is like at Christmas time" to which my sister assured me it is an absolute mad house. I don't think I would ever dare set foot within a block radius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4786.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4788.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the main floor was this large alley of all sorts of goods: meats, fruits and veggies, cheese, etc. that were for purchase. But I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off the ceiling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4793.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4794.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4795.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it was so beautifully ornate. We spent quite a while wandering through the first floor and I doubt I saw the whole of it. We were trying to find the ice cream counter, as my sister had promised her kids they could get ice cream. We got lost while searching but finally found it. It was like entering Willy Wonka's factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4797.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of candies and everything so brightly colored. It was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;This sense of wonderment lasted only a few short moments as then the reality of our predicament came to light. Our ice cream predicament. To be able to order some, you must secure yourself a seat at the counter. There were only about 20 seats for every 1,000 people per hour who also wanted their chance at having some ice cream. AND it wasn't just ice cream...it was Gelato. Perfect, smooth, expensive Gelato. So not only were our mouths already salivating at the thought of having some but the chance of us even getting some was slim. Our wait began and we waited and waited and waited...&lt;br /&gt;A couple&amp;nbsp;finally took pity on the kids because they slowly licked their Gelato bowls clean, &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; put on their scarves, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slowly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; put on their long wool coats, picked up their bags, &lt;strong&gt;slowly&lt;/strong&gt;, and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4801.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how happy the kids are? Yes, there were only 2 seats for four of us. The kids won out and we got to stand and watch them eat their 7 pound (as in mula not weight)&amp;nbsp;ice cream delights (too expensive for my pocketbook). :p &lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4802.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I happen to mention that minuscule silver bowl of Gelato was the least expensive thing on the 5 page menu?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make a stop at the Godiva chocolate counter for some Cherry Cordials (my favorite). And as you can see by my bags, we had made several&amp;nbsp;stops elsewhere for souvenirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4807.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4812.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4819.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my nephew and I dancing near the entrance just inside of Harrods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=London4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/London4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our adventure in Harrods my sister took her kids back to their flat for some much needed rest and I ventured off to the Tate Britain. I had come all this way and could not miss my chance at seeing The Lady of Shallot by John Waterhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Shallot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/Shallot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a few short stops away on the tube. I had fun taking pictures on the way. This was taken just as I came out from the tube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4813.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my love of the blue doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4814.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk to the Tate was enjoyable. I had my iPod and "Where the Streets Have No Name" came up on my shuffle. How cool is it to be walking the streets of London while listening to U2? Super cool. I felt super and cooler than everyone else. With, at the time, an unknown disappointment awaiting me, I'm glad my walk there was grand.&lt;br /&gt;Lady&amp;nbsp;working the information desk&amp;nbsp;at the Tate Britain: &lt;em&gt;"Welcome to the Tate Britain.&amp;nbsp;Would you like a&amp;nbsp;map guide?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: &lt;em&gt;"Yes. Thank you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then flip through the guide, pretending to be interested&amp;nbsp;and seeming&amp;nbsp;less anxious and weird for&amp;nbsp;only wanting to see THE PAINTING!!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: &lt;em&gt;"Can you actually&amp;nbsp;point me in the direction of the&amp;nbsp;John Waterhouse painting, The Lady of Shallot?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: &lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry." &lt;/em&gt;(Dreadful words) &lt;em&gt;"It is actually on loan at the moment in Canada for the Olympics."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi:&amp;nbsp; My throat is suddenly parched and my voice inaudible. &lt;em&gt;"..............aah...........squeak.......??????? Oh. Um. Thanks anyway."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canada? Really?? For the Olympics?!!? Damn the Olympics!!&lt;/em&gt; I would, at this point, have damned Canada too but since the husband is from said country, I couldn't bring myself to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra skip in my step was long gone as I sadly made my way back to the flat. At least it wasn't raining and the sun had come out. It made for perfect views out of the flat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4820.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4821.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4816.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British Library and all the treasures it holds is up next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2427438895258072575?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2427438895258072575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2427438895258072575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2427438895258072575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2427438895258072575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/harrods.html' title='harrods'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2226717160701567342</id><published>2010-04-10T10:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:09:44.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>baby animals</title><content type='html'>We wouldn't miss Baby Animal Days for anything. Plus each year some new attraction is added and/or changes are made to double the pleasure of the experience. I love it. The kids love it. The husband loves it. And it is a day the kids get to spend with grandpa G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things: 1) Mi-mi insisted on wearing her PJ's. She is my stubborn child and I decided to go with it. I mean, who wouldn't want to wear their PJ's all day and besides, she is two. 2) She was a bit grumpy as well. Lethal combination but she faired well. She did not want to look at the camera, let alone smile. We couldn't help but laugh at her unwarranted attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4961.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4966.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4966.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bears were one of the new attractions this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4988.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4988.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4992.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4994.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Mi-mi's patience with the husband asking her to smile began wearing thin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4997.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4997.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are somewhat excited about holding a bunny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that quickly diminished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to the point of disinterest which shows on Mo's face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the bunny was okay again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby chicks and baby ducks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When heading for the train ride, we obtained free bottles of water. Mi-mi was very protective of hers and would not let anyone hold it or even touch it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5056.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5058.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5071.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This giant slide was fun for the first time down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Mi-mi lost her cool and needed some assistance getting down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_5084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun day followed by pancakes, strawberries and whip cream for lunch (I let the kids choose). Then long naps (I chose this one and imposed it on everyone).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2226717160701567342?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2226717160701567342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2226717160701567342&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2226717160701567342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2226717160701567342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-animals.html' title='baby animals'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-1997615416666032585</id><published>2010-04-10T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:35:22.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>recipe</title><content type='html'>First, I must apologize for being a space cadet and not including the recipe in my last post. Second, I must apologize for taking this long to post it. I'm sure you know how it is when the days just get away from you.&amp;nbsp; The recipe&amp;nbsp;is for Cinnamon Rolls but a variation was added at the bottom and&amp;nbsp;I altered it to appease my appetite for citrusy foods. Plus, I had to combine a couple of recipes mainly because the first recipe given to me didn't have a lot of added instructions and I liked the recommendations of this other. Okay. Here we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange Rolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 C Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1/2 C butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 T yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1/4 C warm water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 C mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 eggs slightly beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 C sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 t salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7 C flour (approx.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;FOR TOPPING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1/2 C melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3-4 heaping T frozen orange juice concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 t orange zest (or to taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Heat milk and butter in pan on the stove or in the microwave until luke warm. Dissolve yeast in warm water with a teaspoon of the one cup of sugar. Add to the milk mixture with the eggs, sugar, salt, mashed potatoes and 4 C flour. Mix with mixer and slowly add the remaining flour to make a soft dough. Stir until just combined. Cover and allow to raise (in a warm place) until double about 45 minutes - 1 hour. Roll dough in a rectangle 1 - 1 1/2 inches thick. Spread with melted butter, frozen OJ, orange zest and sprinkle with granulated sugar. Roll and cut into slices. Place on sprayed cookie sheet and cover. Let rise (in a warm place) until double; 45 minutes - 1 hour. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes, until golden brown. Don't allow rolls to become overly brown. While those are baking, make the icing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Icing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4 C powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1/2 C butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 t vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3 T milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1/4 C orange juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mix powdered sugar and butter. Add vanilla, milk and OJ. Beat until smooth and creamy. While the rolls are still warm, generously drizzle icing over the top. Be sure to get it all around the edges and over the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Makes 18 large or 24 regular cinnamon rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now step to it!! :p&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/9156863312994862033-1997615416666032585?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/1997615416666032585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=1997615416666032585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1997615416666032585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/1997615416666032585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/recipe.html' title='recipe'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5249249551919079788</id><published>2010-04-08T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:58:37.647-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masterpiece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>deliciousness, thy name is orange rolls</title><content type='html'>Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4954.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is sinful and this may sound funny, but learning to make&amp;nbsp;cinnamon rolls has been on my bucket list. I have always wanted to master this craft. So when a friend passed along this recipe, I committed to give it a go.&amp;nbsp;Also, I ended up converting them from cinnamon rolls to orange. My stomach tells me I succeeded. The&amp;nbsp;husband's stomach agrees which is the most important judge, right? ;)&amp;nbsp;It is fast becoming a favorite in our house and something I am&amp;nbsp;hoping will become a tradition around Conference time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5249249551919079788?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5249249551919079788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5249249551919079788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5249249551919079788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5249249551919079788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/deliciousness-thy-name-is-orange-rolls.html' title='deliciousness, thy name is orange rolls'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-4310535537182291698</id><published>2010-04-06T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:07:01.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>back to london</title><content type='html'>I was sad to say goodbye to Oxford. I had such a great time there and I was leaving so much unseen. Hopefully I will be able to return sooner rather than later. My wonderful friends packed me in their car and drove me back to London. I was planning on taking the Oxford Tube back but they were headed into London anyway. Plus to have their company was better than riding alone on a bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I didn't realize is that if you are driving to London you must pay a congestion charge. &lt;em&gt;Just to come into London.&lt;/em&gt; THEN they&amp;nbsp;rake&amp;nbsp;you over the&amp;nbsp;hot coals a&amp;nbsp;few times with having to pay up the&amp;nbsp;nose to park. I guess that is what happens when you live near one of the major cities of the world. And one of the most expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of expensive, our first bit of agenda was to check out the shopping district. Now I know why they call it the&amp;nbsp;"high street".&amp;nbsp;We had fun riding the double-decker buses with the boys and then eating at this snazzy waffle restaurant. I ordered a waffle with strawberries and whip cream but&amp;nbsp;one can&amp;nbsp;order a waffle with a hot dog wrapped inside. I&amp;nbsp;was educated on the&amp;nbsp;many different ways to eat a waffle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4778.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4779.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4781.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4782.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our expensive parking meter was up and we drove to The British Museum. So again we had to find more parking. And again, we were charged an arm and a leg just to park. Moral of the story: I am truly converted to the public transport there and how easily accessible it is. &lt;em&gt;Can I get an&amp;nbsp;amen?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British Museum was fascinating with all that it holds. The Rosetta Stone, mummies from Egypt, bits of the Parthenon, a statue from Easter Island...just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_0965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0967.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_0967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="London" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_0981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a good couple of hours in the museum and still didn't see it all. The boys were getting restless and so was I. It had been a long, eventful day and I was pooped. Our next destination was my sister's flat for a wonderful dinner awaiting us. We visited for quite a while all together and enjoyed great conversation. It was hard to say au revoir to my friends but what a great reunion it will be when I am able to come again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it does not end there, mon frere! I have saved the best for last: our car ride from The British Museum to my sister's flat. The traffic was horrific. I really had no idea how to get there. I have only ridden the tube and know my way underground. So my role for the next hour and a half was to be a bump on a log. That left our navigation up to my friends and they totally came through! Neither lost their cool and were so patient with each other. I was very impressed by their willingness to not give up and endure! Considering how exhausted and hungry we all were, then to be stuck in horrible traffic and drive around in circles, they absolutely deserve an award. We did finally get a break: the parking near my sister's flat was free!! We couldn't have been more excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last three days in London up next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-4310535537182291698?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/4310535537182291698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=4310535537182291698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4310535537182291698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4310535537182291698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-london.html' title='back to london'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5027496952781893530</id><published>2010-04-05T14:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:52:55.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>car to london</title><content type='html'>I am working on my last few posts to wrap up my travelogue. I am actually a bit bummed it will be over and done with. I have truly enjoyed re-living my experiences over there. To tide you over until I am done, here is a video clip of part of my ride back into London. I marvel at the fact that these two boys have strong British accents and yet their parents are both American. I couldn't get enough of their accents. Just super cute kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10339832&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10339832&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10339832"&gt;Car to London&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user499078"&gt;Nells Bells&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5027496952781893530?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5027496952781893530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5027496952781893530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5027496952781893530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5027496952781893530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/car-to-london.html' title='car to london'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2521160518920847453</id><published>2010-04-05T08:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:31:32.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane monday'/><title type='text'>not a mundane monday</title><content type='html'>Today is anything but mundane. Muse is tonight. So in honor of our pilgrimage to see them here is one of my many favorite songs. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. hopefully we will get some great video and pictures tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzpGk44UXKQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzpGk44UXKQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2521160518920847453?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2521160518920847453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2521160518920847453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2521160518920847453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2521160518920847453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-mundane-monday.html' title='not a mundane monday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-4836900549138628472</id><published>2010-04-02T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:10:26.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatical friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>fanatical friday</title><content type='html'>A favorite memory from childhood are the sleepovers we would have at my grandparent's house. We would often go just as siblings but sometimes we were allowed to invite friends. We would have a blast playing games, eating snacks my grandma prepared and just hanging out. But the best part of the whole sleepover was breakfast. My grandma would always make us breakfast and usually it was Swedish Hotcakes. It is very similar to a crepe...just thicker. She would have a plate full waiting for us. We would top them with melted butter and powdered sugar, roll them up and chow down! Even my friends remember and often ask about those Hotcakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I love making them for my kids and hope to make some great memories for them as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4904.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4907.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not breaking a secret family trust by posting the recipe here. But just know these are sacred and should be treated as such. ;) Enjoy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grammy's Swedish Hotcakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 eggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 1/2 C milk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 1/2 C flour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 T sugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 t salt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blend together until creamy. Pour over hot griddle and flip before browning too much. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-4836900549138628472?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/4836900549138628472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=4836900549138628472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4836900549138628472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/4836900549138628472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/fanatical-friday.html' title='fanatical friday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2679897458212607030</id><published>2010-04-01T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:01:28.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl weekly'/><title type='text'>snl weekly</title><content type='html'>It has been hard to watch an opening monologue without cringing since Taylor Swift wrote and performed her own. Since it is more than obvious the writers tried to stylize the monologue to the hosting star and it seems to always fall flat. So to have Zach Galifianakis host and perform his own monologue was very refreshing. At times it seemed like he was shooting from the hip but it was hilarious. His comedy is so random and quirky. The whole night was pretty funny but his opening was the best. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="283" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1207090&amp;showID=61"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.nbc.com/videos/nbcshort_at.swf?CXNID=1000004.10045NXC&amp;widID=4727a250e66f9723&amp;clipID=1207090&amp;showID=61" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="384" height="283" allowFullScreen="true" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2679897458212607030?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2679897458212607030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2679897458212607030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2679897458212607030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2679897458212607030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/04/snl-weekly.html' title='snl weekly'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2873256011973445353</id><published>2010-03-31T17:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:40:53.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>oxford: day 2</title><content type='html'>After spending an entire day in and around Oxford, we decided to venture out a bit for day 2 of my trip and headed down towards Bath. I did have lots of avenues to choose from but Bath sounded the best since I knew Jane Austen once lived there and if I ever&amp;nbsp;were to return&amp;nbsp;with the husband, I was unsure Bath would be his first choice. Plus I knew so little about the history and wanted to learn more. I knew the Romans had conquered this area way back when but I didn't realize the extent of their power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the actual Roman Baths. The museum was well worth our time. It was set up very well and educational to boot.&amp;nbsp;When we were there, a lot of work was being done to expand the tour and maximize one's experience there. It was a self-guided tour with a phone looking device to dial in a number, shown to you around the different exhibits, and then you place it up to your ear for the information. The Romans were advanced in their use of waterways and architecture. So I'm sure you can imagine how fascinating it was to see it all up close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4746.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4747.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This museum was built around a giant natural water source&amp;nbsp;which the Romans worshipped because they thought there were&amp;nbsp;healing&amp;nbsp;powers in the waters and would even bring offerings to this place. The Romans built a giant bathhouse around this water source, which the original wall was discovered in the 1980's and has been excavated since. The Romans would spend hours here, bathing and enjoying other activities provided at this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4751.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4748.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4755.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, I couldn't help but think how much time they wasted worshipping that water source. The time and effort they put into building this bathhouse, or essentially, a temple around this watering hole. It just boggles the mind. We have most certainly come a long way. &lt;br /&gt;After the Roman baths museum, we walked around the city and even stopped to eat some excellent Thai food for lunch. We also stopped in at a Jane Austen museum to see what they had to offer. To be honest, after spending a whole day at Chawton house, this other museum seemed very weak in comparison. Needless to say, we didn't spend much time there. The city is just beautiful and we spent quite a bit of time just walking around, enjoying the sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4757.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another must-see on my list was a castle. I honestly didn't mind if it was a large one or not, I just really wanted to visit &lt;em&gt;a castle&lt;/em&gt;. A quick search online led us to Nunney Castle, just outside of Bath. For me it was perfect because 1) it was free, 2) off the beaten path and 3) there was a mote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4759.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4761.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4762.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4764.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4766.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4768.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4771.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's little boys were more than overjoyed to be at a castle where they could run around and let their imaginations take over. So it came as no surprise when I was instructed to take on the role of the "enemy" and "storm the castle". I was caught a few times and put in "jail" but managed to escape a couple of times while my captors were "sleeping". &lt;br /&gt;Here I am standing on the "mighty drawbridge", gearing up to "storm the castle":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4772.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come. Storming. Raging. Ready for battle. Can you sense my rage?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4773.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4774.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4775.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very taken with the town of Nunney. Sorry for the lack of descriptive words but it was very old and British. It was just awesome. We noticed a very old church across from the castle and had to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4776.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4776.jpg" border="0" alt="Oxford"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warning when traveling to Bath: there is one road in and one road out. So if you don't leave until close to the rush hour, you will be stuck. As were we. It wasn't a huge problem but it did take us quite a while before we even got out of the city and on our way. There were even Jane Austen movie sites in the area that we didn't get a chance to see because of the inclement traffic. But in all, it was such a perfect day, capped off by playing a quick game of, "Guess That Jane Austen movie tune" so beautifully played by my friend's wife. She is just awesome. You really must meet her. &lt;br /&gt;The next day takes me back to London and the worst traffic I have ever been caught in. Get ready!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2873256011973445353?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2873256011973445353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2873256011973445353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2873256011973445353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2873256011973445353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/03/oxford-day-2.html' title='oxford: day 2'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-6375213820563334316</id><published>2010-03-30T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:27:55.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><title type='text'>a must see</title><content type='html'>As you know I am a fan of Jamie Oliver. He is one of my favorite people, even though we have never officially met. :) He has a new show on called &lt;em&gt;"Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution". &lt;/em&gt;It is on every Friday night, ABC, at 8pm. You must check it out. If you missed the first two episodes, like I did, hop on to hulu.com and you can watch the full episodes. It is absolutely unreal the kinds of foods people are eating! Whatever happened to home-cooked meals?? I am as shocked as he is at what he is seeing here in America. Please, please check it out and support his food revolution!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/JChbMxU2N0JitcJZOHQZOA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/JChbMxU2N0JitcJZOHQZOA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-6375213820563334316?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/6375213820563334316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=6375213820563334316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6375213820563334316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/6375213820563334316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-see.html' title='a must see'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-2691632299023873338</id><published>2010-03-30T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:02:28.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>nell-o jigglers</title><content type='html'>With the weather finally warming up, I am back to hitting the pavement early in the mornings. I have always loved running outside. A treadmill bores me to tears: the scenery does not change, the stinkiest, sweatiest runner always seems to choose the treadmill next to&amp;nbsp;mine and/or the guy next to me likes to use me as a pace setter. Urgh. I do struggle with a lack of consistency when it comes to running. But I am determined to stay motivated and run 5-6 times per week. I am also committed to doing the Tracy Anderson Mat Workout video&amp;nbsp;5-6 times per week.&amp;nbsp;Who is Tracy Anderson?&amp;nbsp;She is&amp;nbsp;one who needs her own post but in the meantime, check out her site: &lt;a href="http://www.tracyandersonmethod.com/"&gt;http://www.tracyandersonmethod.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;keeping with my committment to run, I commissioned my brother to make me a running mix. He is a DJ and seems to have a handle on every type of music ever created. Therefore I cannot take credit for this next playlist. &lt;br /&gt;Note: it is more on the techno-electronic spectrum of music. I am finding I don't focus so much on the running when I'm listening to this type of music because there is so much going on in my earphones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nell-O Jigglers: &lt;/strong&gt;Playlist Deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Steppin' Out" by Kaskade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Throw It On Me" (feat. The Hives) by Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Boombox" (DJ Rokk and Felix 82) by Kylie Minogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Switch On" (feat. Ryan Tedder) by Oakenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Cities in Dust" by Junkie XL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Are You Ready" by Freddie Corsten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Booming Right At You" by Junkie XL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Bodyrock" (Olav Basoski's&amp;nbsp;Da Hot Funk) by Moby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Megalomaniac" by KMFDM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Got Love To Kill" (Juliette Lewis and the Licks) by MSTRKRFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hung Up" by Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hot Ride" by Prodigy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-2691632299023873338?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/2691632299023873338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=2691632299023873338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2691632299023873338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/2691632299023873338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/03/nell-o-jigglers_30.html' title='nell-o jigglers'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-5571090424582123032</id><published>2010-03-29T13:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:31:54.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundane monday'/><title type='text'>not a mundane monday</title><content type='html'>Fact: Keane is one of my favorite bands. Fact: their new album&amp;nbsp;will drop&amp;nbsp;May 11th. &lt;br /&gt;Can&amp;nbsp;I possibly wait that long?? I will try to bear it but to wet my appetite, a new video of their single Stop For A Minute was released today. Of course I have to share it because I want Keane to be one of your top favorites as well. :p ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=103920555" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Stop For A Minute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=103920555,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=103920555,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=2469545" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Keane&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos" style="font: Verdana"&gt;MySpace Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-5571090424582123032?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/5571090424582123032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=5571090424582123032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5571090424582123032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/5571090424582123032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-mundane-monday.html' title='not a mundane monday'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-8791182139291047164</id><published>2010-03-28T16:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:34:20.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>oxford: day 1</title><content type='html'>I realize I am lucky in the fact that I got to leave London, leave the city-scape behind, and see more of the countryside of England. My good friend lives in Oxford with his wife and two boys. His wife is currently finishing her Ph.D. at Oxford (beautiful &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; a smartie-pants to boot) and so I got a private tour of the campus. I did not know you had to be a student to even set foot on the grounds. Some places I had to sneak into with her, while my friend and his kids waited outside for us. So not only do I have some of the coolest friends on earth, but I am doubly lucky for even being able to see what I saw. There are 40 different colleges within Oxford. The next few pictures are of the Christ's Church college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4695.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4697.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4698.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4699.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4702.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4703.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of movies have been filmed at Oxford. If you remember, in the Harry Potter movies, the food court where they eat their meals, it is the food court at Christ's Church college. This was one of the places I had to be snuck in to.&amp;nbsp;Quick thinking on the part of my friend's wife is in need of applause because many stories were&amp;nbsp;made up this&amp;nbsp;day just so I could sneak a peek at some of these sights. The security here was tight and exclusive. Another fun fact I learned was that Lewis Carroll's real name is Thomas Dogdson. He was a math professor at Oxford. The dean of his college had a daughter named Alice. When the weather was nice, she liked to play in this garden that was behind a stone wall. The only entrance was a little door. My friend's wife asked specifically if we could have a view of this. We were told it is something they don't usually show visitors but, did you guess?? I got to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next few photos are more of the campus, one of the libraries and also my friend's wife's college (&lt;strong&gt;I don't like to use names on my blog so I apologize for having to refer to her this way&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4706.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4707.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4708.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4713.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4714.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4715.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the movie &lt;i&gt;The Saint&lt;/i&gt;? It happens to be a favorite of the husband and I. Why? We had our first kiss while watching this movie. We were at a friend's house with a bunch of people, hanging out in their clubhouse (yes, they were seriously cool). Not the most romantic movie to have your first kiss to but who cares!??! We most certainly didn't. All we cared about was being together and all that mushy stuff. ;) &lt;br /&gt;Anywho. Parts of the movie were also filmed at Oxford. There is one specific part where Elizabeth Shue's character sits down in front of the Shelley statue and Val Kilmer's character is behind her, sketching the statue. Do you know this scene? I got to see this statue. The Shelley. I had no idea it was even there. Such a pleasant surprise to an already awesome day. AND we had to be sneaky again to see it. I followed her lead and marched right past security, into one of the halls and there it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4709.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4712.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the movie having so much meaning to me and the husband, I wished he was with me at that moment. That he could teleport somehow, I could be in his arms and we could share a moment in front of The Shelley. Okay. Enough with the gag reflex. As I was saying...&lt;br /&gt;After a two hour exclusive tour, we left my friend's wife to work and grabbed some lunch. Then, after walking around Oxford some more and seeing the pub where J.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis liked to hang out, we hopped in the car and headed for Blenheim Palace. Unfortunately, everything closes early in England. Plus it closes at odd times; like 4:50pm instead of 5:00pm. So we missed our opportunity to tour the inside but walking the grounds was just as breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4718.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4719.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4723.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4734.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4738.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4740.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oxford" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss for words when trying to describe my excitement at being there. To &lt;i&gt;FINALLY&lt;/i&gt; be in England, survey the landscape with my own two eyes, be with my friends. A culminating moment. I remember it hitting me once we walked on the grounds of Blenheim Palace. It had all been a surreal dream in the days leading up to this. I never wanted to wake up and I am re-living that moment as I'm writing this. I never want to forget what I felt. It was a perfect day and a treasure I will always cherish. We finished off the day at a pub after picking up friend's wife back on campus. My dinner that night is not memorable but my company is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I failed to mention was how nervous I was the morning I left. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so uptight because I had been fine on my previous lone outings and riding the public transport. I was to walk to the tube station, ride it to the Oxford Tube (a double-decker bus) stop and hopefully catch it right on time. Well, there were two seperate exits, at the tube station, out to the street. I could either get out across the road or on the same side where the tube was. I was given information from&amp;nbsp;two different sources and even had a map of where the bus stop was. For some reason, I got totally turned around and walked an extra 20 minutes, when it was absolutely unnecessary. Did I also mention it was pouring rain and I was carrying a very heavy shoulder bag? &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; one of the shoulder straps broke while I was walking aimlessly in the pouring rain. To rub salt in the wound, two Oxford buses passed me while I was walking. I'm sure you can imagine my frustration at this point. Not only was I soaked from the rain but I was sweating profusely and I'm sure my face was beet red from the anger rising in my chest. I finally decided to start back at the tube station and the killer is the Oxford bus stop was right there. I felt about two inches tall and cussed myself for being so uncharacteristically out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford: day 2 up next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-8791182139291047164?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/8791182139291047164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=8791182139291047164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8791182139291047164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/8791182139291047164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/03/oxford-day-1.html' title='oxford: day 1'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-3691935721478033290</id><published>2010-03-28T15:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:16:51.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>easter fancies</title><content type='html'>With General Conference next Sunday, we decided to wear our Easter digs early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4951.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4951.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/nellsorr/IMG_4947.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Mi-mi is looking up to her big brother. He is a great brother to her and they are such good friends. I hope it stays that way forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156863312994862033-3691935721478033290?l=roomfornello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/feeds/3691935721478033290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156863312994862033&amp;postID=3691935721478033290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3691935721478033290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156863312994862033/posts/default/3691935721478033290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfornello.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-fancies.html' title='easter fancies'/><author><name>Nells-Bells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01904916800206702617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtJ_rgeXQFU/Ty3_gycNE5I/AAAAAAAACHo/wjPkXtcySM8/s220/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156863312994862033.post-4231154835491976456</id><published>2010-03-24T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:27:02.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl weekly'/><title type='text'>snl weekly</title><content type='html'>I have been so caught up in my travelogues that I have neglected the other wonderful assets of my blog. There have been so many hilarious SNL skits that I want to post. But I must start with this one. I have always loved the &lt;i&gt;Really?&lt;/i&gt; segments with Seth and Amy. Since Amy Poehler left last year, he does it on his own or occasionally has a guest host's help. You can imagine my excitement when I saw Jerry Seinfeld sitting next to Seth for his current segment. Did you happen to catch Eric Massa on Glen Beck or at least hear about it? Unfortunately, Dan and I caught most of it and couldn't agree more with what Jerry and Seth have to say about it. 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