<?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-4546360168679973799</id><updated>2011-10-10T18:59:17.198-07:00</updated><category term='Rich'/><category term='Mustang'/><category term='Wellington'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='story'/><category term='injuries'/><category term='Megan'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='funny'/><category term='trips'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='teenage'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='activies'/><category term='colorado'/><category term='school'/><category term='Heather'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='fight'/><category term='toys'/><category term='home'/><category term='bets'/><category term='Amy'/><category term='church'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='yellow house'/><category term='Dan'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='pets'/><category term='blue van'/><category term='gray house'/><category term='bunnies'/><category term='Car'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Trevor'/><category term='van'/><title type='text'>We Are the Lightens</title><subtitle type='html'>we have lots of fun.  We are the daughters, we are the sons.  Amy, Rich and Daniel are the oldest, Matt,Heather and Trevor come next!  Then comes our Megan dear, she is a bum, she is the youngest one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-4339134879222771390</id><published>2011-02-23T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:53:19.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsNsvlQct_4/TWUd1keR69I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xq33zYvbqU0/s1600/lucky+charms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsNsvlQct_4/TWUd1keR69I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xq33zYvbqU0/s320/lucky+charms.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember when it got to be your birthday and you had the opportunity to choose your own &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sugar sweetened &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cereal?&amp;nbsp; That was the only time of the year when we actually got to have the yummy sugar coated stuff.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the year was basically Chex.&amp;nbsp; The sad thing that used to bother me a lot was that when it was finally your birthday and you got to choose your favorite forbidden cereal you had to share it with the rest of your siblings...a one serving birthday cereal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-4339134879222771390?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/4339134879222771390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-cereal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/4339134879222771390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/4339134879222771390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-cereal.html' title='Birthday Cereal'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsNsvlQct_4/TWUd1keR69I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xq33zYvbqU0/s72-c/lucky+charms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-5525417198132675645</id><published>2010-02-01T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:07:51.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bumpy road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/S2cKVLAiNqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jZTTwC6rlIo/s1600-h/hilly+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/S2cKVLAiNqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jZTTwC6rlIo/s400/hilly+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433322834294355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was driving with my kids the other day, exiting the freeway onto Riverdale road.  There is a bump that is just the perfect size that causes your tummy to flip.  It totally reminded me of Dry Creek road and how mom would take us on the "bumpy road" and drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-5525417198132675645?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/5525417198132675645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2010/02/bumpy-road.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5525417198132675645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5525417198132675645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2010/02/bumpy-road.html' title='The bumpy road'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/S2cKVLAiNqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jZTTwC6rlIo/s72-c/hilly+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-2449179029917220581</id><published>2009-11-25T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:36:28.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pineapplesandcoconuts.com/images/pies_e3kd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.pineapplesandcoconuts.com/images/pies_e3kd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;As tomorrow is Thanksgiving I was reminiscing about our family Thanksgivings in the gray house on Emerson.  Roger and Wendy Castle were our only other family in Colorado so we always had thanksgiving with them.  What I recall the most is the butt load of pies that mom &amp;amp; Wendy would make.  Thanks a lot for the tradition!  I am making pies right now!&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/4546360168679973799-2449179029917220581?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/2449179029917220581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2449179029917220581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2449179029917220581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-3724669518168110489</id><published>2009-11-25T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:04:32.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><title type='text'>Colorado Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sw1xgeAaEuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xj0yzIRxx8U/s1600/colorado+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sw1xgeAaEuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xj0yzIRxx8U/s400/colorado+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408103530166358754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Dan for an updated photo of our Colorado home.  Most of us think of this home as the house we grew up in.  Miss it!  Miss being young!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-3724669518168110489?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/3724669518168110489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/11/colorado-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/3724669518168110489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/3724669518168110489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/11/colorado-home.html' title='Colorado Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sw1xgeAaEuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xj0yzIRxx8U/s72-c/colorado+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-6533251590725994180</id><published>2009-07-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:00:27.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Mom and food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/2848015098_b08defea04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/2848015098_b08defea04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My story begins with Mom and her having no aversions to food and will not throw any food away, to save money of course.  Anyhow, mom was making rice for dinner.  I went into the kitchen and I see her sifting out something from the boiling water and throwing it in the sink.  I go ask what she is doing and she said, "There was just some weevil in the rice, they are dead and I am just picking them out."  I freaked out yelling, "Gross!" mom's reply,  "DON'T TELL THE OTHER KIDS!"  I obviously went around the house and told everyone.  I don't think I ate the rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-6533251590725994180?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/6533251590725994180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-story-begins-with-mom-and-her-having.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/6533251590725994180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/6533251590725994180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-story-begins-with-mom-and-her-having.html' title='Mom and food'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/2848015098_b08defea04_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-2721414777070554679</id><published>2009-07-19T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:51:26.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><title type='text'>Matt &amp; Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ruishton.org.uk/organisations/images/scout_camp_1930s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.ruishton.org.uk/organisations/images/scout_camp_1930s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The previous story reminds me of Matt again.  I remember that he would make money going to Scout Camp.  He would go around finding the grossest things to eat.  This was usually some nasty bugs or rotten food, things of this nature.  Then he would go around asking other boys and scout leaders how much they would pay him if he ate it.  Boys, well they'd offer .50 or a dollar, leaders usually much more, 10-20.  All of these people did not realize that Matt would indeed eat whatever he showed them.  I will have to ask &lt;/span&gt;Matt&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; if he ate the items in a big production at the evening camp fire or right on the spot after a money value was settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-2721414777070554679?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/2721414777070554679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/matt-scout-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2721414777070554679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2721414777070554679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/matt-scout-camp.html' title='Matt &amp; Scout Camp'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-7419580227981248591</id><published>2009-07-18T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:14:28.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Matt and Peb bee bee gun</title><content type='html'>What is the story about Matt and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bee bee&lt;/span&gt; gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I remember Matt told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt; that if he shot him in the bare butt he would give him $1. Trevor was all for it.  Then Matt told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt; it would hurt less the closer he was to him. So I remember them in the back yard, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt; like three feet away pulls his pants down and Matt shoots. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt; screams and cries and has a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt;" on Matt. Very funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-7419580227981248591?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/7419580227981248591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/matt-and-peb-bee-bee-gun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7419580227981248591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7419580227981248591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/matt-and-peb-bee-bee-gun.html' title='Matt and Peb bee bee gun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637872643007438755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-1620360208763036831</id><published>2009-07-18T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:10:50.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Sleeping arrangements...Meg's crotch beeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I always remember that while I had my own bedroom most of my life at home, I always slept with Amy when she lived at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then Megan and I slept together for years. Even though Megan would pee on me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; I would still sleep with her. Which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; me of her Crotch beeper she would wear at night that she would snap to each side of her panties, then when she peed, it would make a loud alarm, supposed to scare her and train her not to pee her pants. Well we all know Megan and her deep sleeping, it NEVER woke her up, and she continued to pee on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-1620360208763036831?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/1620360208763036831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-arrangementsmegs-crotch-beeper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/1620360208763036831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/1620360208763036831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-arrangementsmegs-crotch-beeper.html' title='Sleeping arrangements...Meg&apos;s crotch beeper'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637872643007438755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-9132734060512089736</id><published>2009-07-18T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:06:17.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Trevor and Chinese Prank calls</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am a bad poster on here but I will try to do better. One of my fondest memories involves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt;. He went through a little phase where as soon as he got home from school he would get out the phone book. He would go to a section of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; names like Chang, and he would mark with an X the people he called already. Then he would call them up in his fabulous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; accent and tell them to come pick him up "at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaarrport&lt;/span&gt;." And he actually got some people to agree. (at least we think...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-9132734060512089736?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/9132734060512089736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-i-am-bad-poster-on-here-but-i-will.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/9132734060512089736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/9132734060512089736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-i-am-bad-poster-on-here-but-i-will.html' title='Trevor and Chinese Prank calls'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637872643007438755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-7295829373159099413</id><published>2009-07-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:53:07.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Holiday Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sl_ZcfCnGLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/USwfYN4jByk/s1600-h/holiday+inn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sl_ZcfCnGLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/USwfYN4jByk/s400/holiday+inn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359241164986194098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone besides me remember this Holiday Inn play set?  It was Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Bullocks and I first played with it when they lived in Concord CA.  I think it might have been a new toy bought then (1975?) for visiting grandkids.  I ♥'ed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-7295829373159099413?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/7295829373159099413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-inn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7295829373159099413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7295829373159099413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-inn.html' title='Holiday Inn'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sl_ZcfCnGLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/USwfYN4jByk/s72-c/holiday+inn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-7133107277316041408</id><published>2009-05-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:31:44.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>An old photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/SgjtboFX-jI/AAAAAAAABcc/_bfgBbsR_bU/s1600-h/Any_ideas_who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334774817492564530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/SgjtboFX-jI/AAAAAAAABcc/_bfgBbsR_bU/s400/Any_ideas_who.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is dad and Uncle Rob in England on a summer day.  So cute!  Check out this swim shorts, and do you think they are trying to swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-7133107277316041408?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/7133107277316041408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-photo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7133107277316041408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7133107277316041408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-photo.html' title='An old photo'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/SgjtboFX-jI/AAAAAAAABcc/_bfgBbsR_bU/s72-c/Any_ideas_who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-4123502095918242452</id><published>2009-05-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:47:55.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>In the basement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just thinking back to being a teenager.  Heather and I would go down to her bedroom when it was in the basement.  We would sit on the waterbed with our backs against the headboard listening to the:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3V5nXsh0I/AAAAAAAAAho/S5FAhVFUXz8/s1600-h/boom+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3V5nXsh0I/AAAAAAAAAho/S5FAhVFUXz8/s400/boom+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331652719674165058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;playing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3W1JYfLJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7ocVIx0Gp78/s1600-h/Tompson+Twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3W1JYfLJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7ocVIx0Gp78/s400/Tompson+Twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331653742416571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creating numerous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3V5aJu24I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HMbV0djuVqE/s1600-h/PMXstich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3V5aJu24I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HMbV0djuVqE/s400/PMXstich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331652716125936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We did this for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOURS&lt;/span&gt; and it was fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-4123502095918242452?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/4123502095918242452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-basement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/4123502095918242452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/4123502095918242452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-basement.html' title='In the basement'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sf3V5nXsh0I/AAAAAAAAAho/S5FAhVFUXz8/s72-c/boom+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-2685772779269180988</id><published>2009-04-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:31:12.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cleanest Bathroom Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SdgX5FVHsjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ytui0CUQsaQ/s1600-h/fp994toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SdgX5FVHsjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ytui0CUQsaQ/s400/fp994toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321029229188985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom reminded me of this the other day, and I did find it rather funny.  In order to inspire us to clean "our" bathrooms better she made the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;cleanest bathroom award&lt;/span&gt;.  What it was, was a trophy she made by gluing a Little People toilet to a wood base and calling it the cleanest bathroom award.  She would hand it to whomever demonstrated that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; bathroom was the cleanest during the week and the person who had it from the week before would have to relinquish it to the new owner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-2685772779269180988?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/2685772779269180988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleanest-bathroom-award.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2685772779269180988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2685772779269180988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleanest-bathroom-award.html' title='The Cleanest Bathroom Award!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SdgX5FVHsjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ytui0CUQsaQ/s72-c/fp994toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-2812877123325089341</id><published>2009-04-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:25:06.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Mattys security blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SdgWdjr2ANI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3yuQh36xQj0/s1600-h/fp938cookie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SdgWdjr2ANI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3yuQh36xQj0/s400/fp938cookie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321027656789393618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember way back when that Matt would carry around the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the little people set.  Mom even had to buy a whole new Little People Sesame street set when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cookie Monster &lt;/span&gt;was lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-2812877123325089341?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/2812877123325089341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/04/mattys-security-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2812877123325089341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2812877123325089341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/04/mattys-security-blanket.html' title='Mattys security blanket'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SdgWdjr2ANI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3yuQh36xQj0/s72-c/fp938cookie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-5347252889048281135</id><published>2009-03-21T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:11:12.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/ScVilKSigwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CLZLkQ47YLc/s1600-h/Amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/ScVilKSigwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CLZLkQ47YLc/s400/Amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315763325737534210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When looking over the list of past pets I was reminded of one of our bunnies, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Amber&lt;/span&gt;.  Mom had found a safe place for him to live when we moved to California at Uncle Rogers house.  Roger &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/ScVj5mN_dWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/m7JPXrc-V90/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/ScVj5mN_dWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/m7JPXrc-V90/s400/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315764776343663970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bunnies. Once after our rabbits had a litter (are they called litters when they are bunnies?) Mom let Heather hold one in the kitchen, it was a bit scary for her as it moved around and well, heather dropped it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt; bunny. We were all a bit p-d at Heather and she was crying her eyes out, mom said the bunny &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;out of Heathers hands.  Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-5347252889048281135?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/5347252889048281135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/amber.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5347252889048281135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5347252889048281135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/amber.html' title='Amber'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/ScVilKSigwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CLZLkQ47YLc/s72-c/Amber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-3729707222917732859</id><published>2009-03-20T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:05:25.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bets'/><title type='text'>The BB Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScR1hInIsiI/AAAAAAAABUw/ODmzR9EytqY/s1600-h/R_I_S_M-3081A_airsoft_BB_gun_replica_M16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315502672311792162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScR1hInIsiI/AAAAAAAABUw/ODmzR9EytqY/s320/R_I_S_M-3081A_airsoft_BB_gun_replica_M16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure there are many more posts that this title could fit. Why on Earth did mom and dad buy Peb a BB gun? I vividly remember Peb in the third yard, down by the gate, bent over and bare aced letting Matt shoot at him for $5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-3729707222917732859?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/3729707222917732859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/bb-gun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/3729707222917732859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/3729707222917732859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/bb-gun.html' title='The BB Gun'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScR1hInIsiI/AAAAAAAABUw/ODmzR9EytqY/s72-c/R_I_S_M-3081A_airsoft_BB_gun_replica_M16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-5126538358705730153</id><published>2009-03-20T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:02:09.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRz9I5EcoI/AAAAAAAABUo/D0KBm0MBpUE/s1600-h/Christmas_santa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500954400092802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRz9I5EcoI/AAAAAAAABUo/D0KBm0MBpUE/s320/Christmas_santa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the house on Emerson, there was an attic over the garage that you could get to through Peb's room.  This is where mom and dad hid all of the Christmas presents.  (Heather will have to tell her story about what she did one year with all the presents in the attic...).  Well every Christmas Eve, or at least a couple, Peb would have to sleep in my room on the floor.  Seeing as we disliked eachother so much, I would be so perplexed as to why they would force this on Christmas Eve...bless my little heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, at Christmas, I remember &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loads and loads and loads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of present under the tree, it seemed like a sea of gifts, mom and dad majorly hooked us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-5126538358705730153?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/5126538358705730153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-bonding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5126538358705730153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5126538358705730153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-bonding.html' title='Christmas Bonding'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRz9I5EcoI/AAAAAAAABUo/D0KBm0MBpUE/s72-c/Christmas_santa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-8873570314963467281</id><published>2009-03-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:55:36.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><title type='text'>Freezing</title><content type='html'>Heather and I shared a bed for as long as I can remember, even though we had our own rooms.  When she was a teen and staying out late, she would come home and climb in bed where I was fast asleep, and put her&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cold hands on my bare tummy!  How mean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-8873570314963467281?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/8873570314963467281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/freezing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/8873570314963467281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/8873570314963467281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/freezing.html' title='Freezing'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-6142302251083403374</id><published>2009-03-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:54:04.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><title type='text'>Scripture Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRygyLuM_I/AAAAAAAABUg/dNY_xKY_qfM/s1600-h/33607_106740_fhe_whatis_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315499367756346354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRygyLuM_I/AAAAAAAABUg/dNY_xKY_qfM/s400/33607_106740_fhe_whatis_st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember in the house on Emerson, I was probably 6, and everyone else would have to get up early in the morning to read the scriptures before school, but I was exempt because I was still sleeping.  However, I would lean over on the top of the stairs and peek through at all you miserable people being forced to read, then climb back in my warm bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRyb4o82KI/AAAAAAAABUY/WC2_BTYMD0M/s1600-h/33607_106740_fhe_whatis_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-6142302251083403374?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/6142302251083403374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/scripture-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/6142302251083403374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/6142302251083403374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/scripture-study.html' title='Scripture Study'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRygyLuM_I/AAAAAAAABUg/dNY_xKY_qfM/s72-c/33607_106740_fhe_whatis_st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-7278124344305601527</id><published>2009-03-20T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:50:12.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><title type='text'>The Last Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRxNrZlHyI/AAAAAAAABUQ/bdOGTGYTYBU/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315497940006280994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRxNrZlHyI/AAAAAAAABUQ/bdOGTGYTYBU/s400/610x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peb&lt;/span&gt; and I fought many a fight in our day.  The last one I remember was in American Fork, Utah in the rental home we lived in while the house was being finished.  I don't remember how it started, or what it was about, but I remember it ending with me standing next to Trevor's car outside holding his CD with a rock to it.  He was standing in the doorway with my backpack upside down, still holding it shut, but ready to let it go.  We stood still like this for a few seconds, and then I made the move, scratch!  He dumped my bag and started chasing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-7278124344305601527?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/7278124344305601527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7278124344305601527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/7278124344305601527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-fight.html' title='The Last Fight'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/TJG4g9RamZI/AAAAAAAACg0/MZUhQKLcG6g/S220/IMG_3202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eSBH4-Z1Vk/ScRxNrZlHyI/AAAAAAAABUQ/bdOGTGYTYBU/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-8278795565248777742</id><published>2009-03-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:18:03.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injuries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Rich &amp; the Brass Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sb-8Dn2zfVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/I0CRnWi-_xA/s1600-h/brass+bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314172855744953682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sb-8Dn2zfVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/I0CRnWi-_xA/s400/brass+bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This bell looks very similar to the one we had. It was a brass bell that mom would often ring for dinner. There was a time when I was in 1st grade at Mark Twain Elementary. I was on the bus going home to the brown house (Wellington Street), I looked out the window of the bus and there was my mom on the side of the road. WHAT! Mothers are never in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;viewable&lt;/span&gt; sight out of the home when you are coming home on the bus. If they are there it means they are not at HOME! Anyhow, as the story goes, Rich was holding the brass bell and opened the door of the blue van and fell out. The bell just gashed the heck out for his little three year old chin. Mom said that she found someone to watch the rest of us kids so she could take him in for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;. Mom said it was the most horrible thing to watch, those doctors washing out his chin. Needless to say, I think the bell was no longer seen......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-8278795565248777742?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/8278795565248777742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/rich-brass-bell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/8278795565248777742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/8278795565248777742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/rich-brass-bell.html' title='Rich &amp; the Brass Bell'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/Sb-8Dn2zfVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/I0CRnWi-_xA/s72-c/brass+bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-5951029697614124376</id><published>2009-03-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T07:07:56.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Union Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5U1LSRcRnk/TWUitAx6aEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ETMAqtVqPxY/s1600/unionjackapron%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5U1LSRcRnk/TWUitAx6aEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ETMAqtVqPxY/s320/unionjackapron%25281%2529.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Anyone else remember this one?  I had a flash today back to that slightly sticky Union Jack apron we once had.&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/4546360168679973799-5951029697614124376?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/5951029697614124376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/union-jack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5951029697614124376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/5951029697614124376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/03/union-jack.html' title='Union Jack'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5U1LSRcRnk/TWUitAx6aEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ETMAqtVqPxY/s72-c/unionjackapron%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-1581442684193714172</id><published>2009-02-24T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:03:01.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><title type='text'>Blue Alf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SaQnt6E0tHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NfGMujNurUY/s1600-h/bluealf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409930586371186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SaQnt6E0tHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NfGMujNurUY/s400/bluealf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fifi, didn't you &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at one time have a dream about a blue Alf? Can you expand on that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-1581442684193714172?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/1581442684193714172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-alf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/1581442684193714172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/1581442684193714172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-alf.html' title='Blue Alf'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SaQnt6E0tHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NfGMujNurUY/s72-c/bluealf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-4188418068171331956</id><published>2009-02-16T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:16:25.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>My  Blue van memories</title><content type='html'>Okay, this was the last blue van we had, maybe grey-blue? I remember late one night Amy driving me home from King Soopers, there was  silver rack thing on top of the van. I was laying on top of the van holding on for dear life while Amy would go faster and faster. Stupid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546360168679973799-4188418068171331956?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/4188418068171331956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blue-van-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/4188418068171331956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/4188418068171331956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blue-van-memories.html' title='My  Blue van memories'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637872643007438755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-9005805301145899999</id><published>2009-02-15T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:17:23.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustang'/><title type='text'>The Mustang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SZhb5-OCVXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8z743oYfycM/s1600-h/1967-Mustang-Arcadian-Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089612741301618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SZhb5-OCVXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8z743oYfycM/s400/1967-Mustang-Arcadian-Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am sure mom &amp;amp; dad remember this car. I know once Heather was born in a time before car seats she went in her carrier on the floor of the passenger side. Safety! Anyhow, I remember back at the Wellington St. address that I would put rocks in the holes in the wheels. Mom would back out and hear the rocks rolling in the wheels and get mad!&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/4546360168679973799-9005805301145899999?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/9005805301145899999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mustang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/9005805301145899999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/9005805301145899999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mustang.html' title='The Mustang'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SZhb5-OCVXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8z743oYfycM/s72-c/1967-Mustang-Arcadian-Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546360168679973799.post-4952209121087361056</id><published>2009-02-15T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:58:23.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Looking for keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was small, I'd say 4 0r 5. Rich and Dan 2 or 3. We lived in the brown house on Wellington. Mom had the blue van all packed and ready to go again to Utah I assume. Dad got home and we were ready to go. Now, the keys. I guess Rich or Dan had them and now they were gone. I don't know how long we searched but I do remember that mom &amp;amp; dad had us get together and pray that we would find the keys. I then recall that we all were walking around the front yard and there they were in the grass. To me it was my very first spiritual experience of prayer and faith. 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I get to make the first post! Okay, first story. I remember riding in the back of our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ford van on a trip to (I assume Utah). This was our first van after the mustang went the way of old horses.  I think like a 1970 model.  Anyhow,  Mom had made curtains so we could sleep and a denim cover for the back seat that she could put games, toys, color books etc in to entertain us. I reached in an pulled up......a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bag full of pee. I guess one of the boys either couldn't wait or just wanted to pee in it. Nice!&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/4546360168679973799-2557873159210263552?l=wearethelightens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/feeds/2557873159210263552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/van-entertainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2557873159210263552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546360168679973799/posts/default/2557873159210263552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearethelightens.blogspot.com/2009/02/van-entertainment.html' title='Van entertainment'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKtXm-7gaBA/ThXXYW5iwiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aA3AC7zYvgY/s220/union-jack-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmJIQcQ3YnI/SZhE4XFC6pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wT4C7sEn7zg/s72-c/fordvan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
