<?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-8824162293138337057</id><updated>2011-10-06T15:36:32.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardy House</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a gloriously feeling I happy again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2992090478346392493</id><published>2011-05-19T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:20:02.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>Dearest Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your love, support and prayers during this challenging time in our lives. We know it must seem as if we are constantly asking for fasting and prayers but it seems as if we are in need our friends' and family's faith during this next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I flew to Arizona to mediate with the birth mom of our two (hopeful adoptive) children- Josiah and Kimball. But upon arriving at court the mother's attorney told CPS that she refused to mediate. Actually her and her mother refused to even go into the room with me. (You can imagine how this made me feel!!! It was a huge sacrifice to even be there!) But after some persuasion from different parties they agreed to at least meet me. Their "mediation" seemed pointless, as they did not mediate at all other than ask me what contact Dave and I would allow if she placed her kids with us. Her lawyer was a big bully to me and treated me so disrespectfully especially because I have no idea what was going on (sorry I have never been to court before, or even talked to a lawyer before) and she kept using "lawyer lingo" to confuse and stump me. I felt demoralized, humiliated and completely devastated by the end of our "meeting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I was very, very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sobbed in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after multiple prayers, scripture reading (D&amp;amp;C 122), a blessing and attending the temple I am feeling at peace with whatever the Lord has planned for us. I know that we are supposed to be an eternal family. I have had that witness reassured to me so many times. However, we are at the mercy of agency. A gift given to all of us. A gift that has the power to change everything; especially the lives of two beautiful little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have court this Tuesday, May 24th. At this court the mother can choose whether to sever her rights and have some contact with her children (a sacrifice we are willing to make) or go to trial (if she does she will never have any contact with her children again). There is currently a 2-3 month wait for trial dates. In the meantime, she has pushed the courts for a court order to see her children weekly. Grandma is very upset about this because the children were doing so well. We are all unsure how these visits will affect the kids and their future mental health. We are hoping and praying that they will be protected and guided by the Spirit of the Lord while they are with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping to have fast this Sunday May 22nd. We are fasting that the right thing will happen. That hearts will be softened and that the will of the Lord will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you again for your thoughts, prayers, fasts, and temple name placement on our behalf. Dave and I have occasionally commented that we feel we are the only ones with problems because of how often we need help from others. However, we have also realized how blessed we are to have friends and family across the nation who love and care for us even when we are SO far from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all and thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, David and Jarom Hardy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2992090478346392493?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2992090478346392493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2992090478346392493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2992090478346392493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2992090478346392493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/05/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4225756012245925773</id><published>2011-04-09T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:04:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So one of my favorite movies is Princess Diaries!! And I love the song “Miracles Happen” by Myra. It is so fun, upbeat and happy!!! I love dancing and running to it. Well this fantastic song has been in my head recently because we believe that “Miracles” really do “Happen.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Princess-Diaries-the-princess-diaries-203512_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One happened for us on March 29th. We had court and the children’s father did not even attend. So his parental rights were severed and he did not contest it. YEAH!! He has since moved to South Dakota and is doing well starting over with life. We hope and pray for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the miracle!!! So the birth mom has not been very agreeable since the kids have been in CPS. She has been fighting us tooth and nail even from prison. She was not going to change her mind and was going to stretch this out to trial which would be worse for the kids because we couldn’t have them until the end of trial. But at court on the 29th she agreed to mediate with us!! So that means that we agree to some form of contact after the kids are adopted whether its letters, cards, pictures or a blog. She gets out of prison on May 13th. So we will mediate with her on May 16th and we hope and pray that we can reach an agreement! (I am terrified because I have to go by myself!!!) We are praying for softened hearts so that we can get these kids as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if everything goes well, court will be on May 24th and if she still agrees to the mediation arrangement we can take the kids home that week!! Then a 6 month wait, finalization and then a temple sealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We believe in miracles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4225756012245925773?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4225756012245925773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4225756012245925773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4225756012245925773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4225756012245925773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/04/miracles-happen.html' title='Miracles Happen'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6639540747302052883</id><published>2011-04-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:00:00.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarom and I headed out to Arizona again in March!! It was so warm!!!!! Dave froze at home with weather in the teens. He is going out by himself on April 14th!! He is so excited to see his kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592596088630172466" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rKBt5DD-FA/TZzkgwMKWzI/AAAAAAAAB10/6c3jNit6CUY/s400/DSCN2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarom and Josiah feeding the ducks at the Phoenix Zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYCmTPJkhn0/TZzkgu1IGLI/AAAAAAAAB1s/CqUYbFkvHz4/s1600/DSCN2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592596088265119922" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYCmTPJkhn0/TZzkgu1IGLI/AAAAAAAAB1s/CqUYbFkvHz4/s400/DSCN2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhh, do not fall in the water!! One of my biggest fears is having my child fall over an edge!!! (Any edge, at the theater, at the water generated power plant, at the races, anything!! Its that gut wrenching feeling. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nomkj-Pv404/TZzkgTSYVNI/AAAAAAAAB1k/PwtZvV26BIc/s1600/DSCN2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592596080871625938" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nomkj-Pv404/TZzkgTSYVNI/AAAAAAAAB1k/PwtZvV26BIc/s400/DSCN2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matching shirts and silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nclZQxac0FU/TZu9wTS5tCI/AAAAAAAAB1E/p1A2VvGdXU4/s1600/DSCN2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271999821526050" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nclZQxac0FU/TZu9wTS5tCI/AAAAAAAAB1E/p1A2VvGdXU4/s400/DSCN2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarom insisted on having a picture with his favorite animal- Dolphin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b2r0YFY2z0/TZu9wHpHlWI/AAAAAAAAB08/7mbbauvzjtM/s1600/DSCN2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271996693484898" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b2r0YFY2z0/TZu9wHpHlWI/AAAAAAAAB08/7mbbauvzjtM/s400/DSCN2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sibling picture!!! Come little girl smile on command. She is so defiant!!! If we want her to smile with a prompt she will stick out her frown and scowl. Any advice anyone one how to get your kids to smile? Danica, any advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xidkg5Lw5vM/TZu9vzmDDRI/AAAAAAAAB00/l23xff3aUiA/s1600/DSCN2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271991311895826" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xidkg5Lw5vM/TZu9vzmDDRI/AAAAAAAAB00/l23xff3aUiA/s400/DSCN2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such beautiful blue eyes!!! Love this girl!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKWdDcFWnKk/TZudU43_L4I/AAAAAAAAB0s/Ar1SiIMQ2DI/s1600/DSCN2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592236344500760450" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKWdDcFWnKk/TZudU43_L4I/AAAAAAAAB0s/Ar1SiIMQ2DI/s400/DSCN2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG!!! They actually are playing instead of fighting!! Its amazing what a little sand can do for your relationship with your younger sibs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aO_av7WI9eQ/TZtbxmIyFII/AAAAAAAAB0k/m6EKyvIFM-Y/s1600/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592164269919704194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aO_av7WI9eQ/TZtbxmIyFII/AAAAAAAAB0k/m6EKyvIFM-Y/s400/DSCN2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarom and Josiah did SO good on this trip!! I am so glad that Jarom was able to come. He was able to play and play and play with Josiah! They got sidewalk chalk and drew huge race track and pretended on be Lightning McQueen. They build sand volcanoes. Bathed. And went to see Tangled together. It was SO great!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WF_pgXHAb4/TZtbxcagaXI/AAAAAAAAB0c/lxXoWo_879o/s1600/DSCN2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592164267309689202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WF_pgXHAb4/TZtbxcagaXI/AAAAAAAAB0c/lxXoWo_879o/s400/DSCN2403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discovery. I love watching little kids and all the little things that fascinate them! Here Kimball is watching the sand fall off her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFNqlJhCPcs/TZtbxCxw5BI/AAAAAAAAB0U/6jP7PM9McdM/s1600/DSCN2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592164260427916306" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFNqlJhCPcs/TZtbxCxw5BI/AAAAAAAAB0U/6jP7PM9McdM/s400/DSCN2414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josiah and Grandma J. Its so wonderful to have another set of grandparents/parents!!! We LOVE them. We have such a great relationship with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVDhQOrX9kA/TZtbwrpaxEI/AAAAAAAAB0M/dysh4b0qMXQ/s1600/DSCN2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592164254218896450" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVDhQOrX9kA/TZtbwrpaxEI/AAAAAAAAB0M/dysh4b0qMXQ/s400/DSCN2412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bros!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-6639540747302052883?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6639540747302052883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6639540747302052883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6639540747302052883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6639540747302052883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-trip.html' title='March Trip'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rKBt5DD-FA/TZzkgwMKWzI/AAAAAAAAB10/6c3jNit6CUY/s72-c/DSCN2325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-8642515269965502705</id><published>2011-04-06T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:41:33.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrub A Dub Dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rub A Dub Dub &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two little boys in the Tub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592605887964152338" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CR89Z5NRD-g/TZztbJjcghI/AAAAAAAAB2U/-vQfrD4-RLI/s400/DSCN2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrubbing brothers with Deigo towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yVo8Xsp7MM/TZztaw6LPlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/ir3k4mlZHHE/s1600/DSCN2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592605881348603474" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yVo8Xsp7MM/TZztaw6LPlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/ir3k4mlZHHE/s400/DSCN2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smilies in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2T_XJGOiCo/TZztaiEKpLI/AAAAAAAAB2E/-h8jj6dhYSo/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592605877363975346" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2T_XJGOiCo/TZztaiEKpLI/AAAAAAAAB2E/-h8jj6dhYSo/s400/DSCN2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVr88UoplsU/TZztaYC_WyI/AAAAAAAAB18/ts9eIY4SCO4/s1600/DSCN2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two wanted to do everything together!!! Taking a bath after playing in the sand box was one of those things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-8642515269965502705?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8642515269965502705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=8642515269965502705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8642515269965502705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8642515269965502705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/04/scrub-dub-dub.html' title='Scrub A Dub Dub'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CR89Z5NRD-g/TZztbJjcghI/AAAAAAAAB2U/-vQfrD4-RLI/s72-c/DSCN2378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2682923309221982687</id><published>2011-03-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:00:19.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb Trip to AZ</title><content type='html'>So due to finances or the lack there of I was the only person who was able to go to Arizona in Feb! Poor Dave it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zer&lt;/span&gt;0 degrees in Indiana when I was soaking up the sun rays at 68 degrees in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYCOyuiWA_k/TX1_T6CUJkI/AAAAAAAABzk/JVpQ3iL5_4Q/s1600/DSCN2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYCOyuiWA_k/TX1_T6CUJkI/AAAAAAAABzk/JVpQ3iL5_4Q/s400/DSCN2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583759092982490690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really good trip for me as their "mommy or mommy-Susan." That is what they call me even though we did not start it or even encourage it. I want them to have a mommy who is going to be around all the time and not leave after a few days and not see her for weeks on end. But alas that's what they call me. We went to the zoo and fed the ducks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUVx4bUbGYg/TX2ByVeNWHI/AAAAAAAABz8/pDfv-5CAQxc/s1600/DSCN2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUVx4bUbGYg/TX2ByVeNWHI/AAAAAAAABz8/pDfv-5CAQxc/s400/DSCN2282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583761814766573682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josiah driving the tractor at the petting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o37vA_T5HmA/TX2BZuIKbrI/AAAAAAAABz0/odGB1g11dj8/s1600/DSCN2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o37vA_T5HmA/TX2BZuIKbrI/AAAAAAAABz0/odGB1g11dj8/s400/DSCN2287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583761391888264882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimball riding the horse at the Fisher Price playground. She is SO attached to me and it breaks my heart to leave them!! I mean walking away as your little girl screams "mommy, no I want my mommy" to catch a plane.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ans4T4xntdo/TX1_0gfeslI/AAAAAAAABzs/v56ZAgV6cyA/s1600/DSCN2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LX0U_mocg1M/TX2Cm-0k3TI/AAAAAAAAB0E/sNzbme-YBD4/s1600/DSCN2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LX0U_mocg1M/TX2Cm-0k3TI/AAAAAAAAB0E/sNzbme-YBD4/s400/DSCN2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583762719219440946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE this picture!!! She is SO cute. I just want to smother her with kisses. Some of her fake smiles are a little daunting but this is a real Kimball smile! I love this little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2682923309221982687?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2682923309221982687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2682923309221982687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2682923309221982687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2682923309221982687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/03/feb-trip-to-az.html' title='Feb Trip to AZ'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYCOyuiWA_k/TX1_T6CUJkI/AAAAAAAABzk/JVpQ3iL5_4Q/s72-c/DSCN2271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1019274097759032591</id><published>2011-03-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:22:43.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I read some of the comments from a few posts ago and I definitely need to update everyone!! First I will ask for forgiveness. We did not know how much to share with everyone because we weren't sure if we would get this two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back in Sept (yes 6 months ago) my aunt's sister contacted us. She and her husband had been looking at our adoption blog provided to her by my aunt Ruth. They asked us if we would be interested in adopting children and not baby like we had planned. We thought and prayed more about it and came to the conclusion that we should pursue this contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their 2 grandchildren are in CPS with them as the foster parents but the situation with the birth parents has not improved and the case will more than likely move to adoption. The caseworker asked them to find a family who would be a good candidate. Due to health concerns and age these grandparents could not adopt them- so they found us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in contact with these two kids 4-5 per week via phone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt;. We have sent letters and packages and have actually visited them 3-4 times (we try to go about every 5 weeks). We have been trying to establish a bond and connection with these children even though we are SO far away. Some days are better than others. But we are so thankful they live with their grandparents who have adopted us as their own son, daughter and grandson!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Feb 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; a huge blessing occurred. The judge finally ruled that their case plan would be changing from reunification of the family to adoption with us as the primary adoption family!! Hurray!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to answer your questions . . . . . YES we are hoping to adopt two children in the next 3-6 months. There are many, many, many more courts and hearings and trials that need to take place before they are placed in our home but we are 99% hopeful they will be placed with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more challenges and changes will come to us as we move through this process but we feel confident that these kids are suppose to be in our eternal family!! (Heck they are blond haired and blue eyed just like the one I already have!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been SO many emotions attached with this adoption. Some good and some so. so frustrating and just down right disappointing!!!!  I thought infertility treatment was bad. This might be harder on the emotions. Its just the situation that these dear children are in and that we have absolutely no control or say that breaks our hearts. Its like standing on the side lines with your mouth taped with duct tape as you want your child being hurt by someone else and you have NO WAY to stop it. But hopefully it will be resolved sooner rather than later. So I can be on the side line with a huge megaphone and cheering pom poms or even better yet a coach's jersey so I can be on the field with them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to remember the Hardy's in your prayers we will be eternally grateful. We are praying that these kids will be placed with us as soon a possible so that they can forget the horrific beginnings which they had and start over fresh with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do need some more help!! If you have any ideas about parenting or ideas, thoughts, blogs, books about activities to do with 2 and 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; please, please, please send them my way!! I think I have forgotten what you do with little kids besides watch movies or go to the zoo!! (That's what we do on our date night/watch the kids nights!!) You forget when you are not around them all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1019274097759032591?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1019274097759032591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1019274097759032591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1019274097759032591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1019274097759032591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/03/clarification.html' title='Clarification!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3769682139523002489</id><published>2011-03-13T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:59:37.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona in Jan.</title><content type='html'>Some pictures of our kids!!! We just have to wait 3-6 months to bring them home! If you ever felt like praying for the Hardy's now would be a great time to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JunxCUy4fIc/TX1l86ROK0I/AAAAAAAABzc/Tdjig-emKM4/s1600/krystal%2Bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JunxCUy4fIc/TX1l86ROK0I/AAAAAAAABzc/Tdjig-emKM4/s320/krystal%2Bsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583731210117327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimball (2yrs)playing in the snow. She has the coolest birthday ever!! 10/9/8!! Awesome and easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rj9yQEpfAzI/TX1lGBWkatI/AAAAAAAABzM/dIrrNBK-zOk/s1600/krystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rj9yQEpfAzI/TX1lGBWkatI/AAAAAAAABzM/dIrrNBK-zOk/s320/krystal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583730267126000338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimball posing on the tree. I do not mean to brag but this little girl is super smart and a talker!!! She is not even 2 1/2  but she uses 8+ word sentences, understands so much and is potty trained!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3K9WnakC04/TX1lFwCbbDI/AAAAAAAABzE/YmEuKsthTSI/s1600/josiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3K9WnakC04/TX1lFwCbbDI/AAAAAAAABzE/YmEuKsthTSI/s320/josiah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583730262478122034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josiah (3yrs)on the tree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnQnOCPTarg/TX1lFVIaqfI/AAAAAAAABy8/BXupqxRRQKU/s1600/jestes%2Bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnQnOCPTarg/TX1lFVIaqfI/AAAAAAAABy8/BXupqxRRQKU/s320/jestes%2Bsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583730255255480818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Katherine took the kids on a 2 hour drive over winter break to find snow so the kids could experience it before they moved from Arizona to Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnQnOCPTarg/TX1lFVIaqfI/AAAAAAAABy8/BXupqxRRQKU/s1600/jestes%2Bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbdwVwXJhpI/TX1lFIZ89ZI/AAAAAAAABy0/rtOzP9T3wf0/s1600/IMG00823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbdwVwXJhpI/TX1lFIZ89ZI/AAAAAAAABy0/rtOzP9T3wf0/s320/IMG00823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583730251839370642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave LOVED the fresh oranges off of the trees in Grandpa and Grandma J's backyard. There is nothing better than a fresh orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcNArd855XA/TX1lE2_xYzI/AAAAAAAABys/3FYBuj-Tohk/s1600/IMG00815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcNArd855XA/TX1lE2_xYzI/AAAAAAAABys/3FYBuj-Tohk/s320/IMG00815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583730247166157618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and Kimball crashing after a long day at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Science Center in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UwDjuAZRFk/TX1kDqHITzI/AAAAAAAAByk/AQJFm43uZRk/s1600/IMG00807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UwDjuAZRFk/TX1kDqHITzI/AAAAAAAAByk/AQJFm43uZRk/s320/IMG00807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583729127015862066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so excited to have a little girl!!! (Terrified too!!) Dave and I took the kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; where the two boys played in the children's center and we were able to play kitchen with Kimball. We wanted to make sure she would play with it before investing any money into a little play kitchen. Here she is making pancakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2k2rGUCbSlI/TX1kDcAAA3I/AAAAAAAAByc/VLC1tEXZy2Q/s1600/IMG00805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2k2rGUCbSlI/TX1kDcAAA3I/AAAAAAAAByc/VLC1tEXZy2Q/s320/IMG00805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583729123227861874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matching shirts as we tried out the camping gear at Dick's so we would know what we needed for camping this summer! Both boys love Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twDKFCMTeok/TX1kDLHV3cI/AAAAAAAAByU/yyIcl_xVuAw/s1600/DSCN2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twDKFCMTeok/TX1kDLHV3cI/AAAAAAAAByU/yyIcl_xVuAw/s320/DSCN2249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583729118695251394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; getting ready to punt a small ball at a park with some friends from Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWn3UZ-ok-Y/TX1kChTwkTI/AAAAAAAAByM/J7H51GBPh6Q/s1600/DSCN2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWn3UZ-ok-Y/TX1kChTwkTI/AAAAAAAAByM/J7H51GBPh6Q/s320/DSCN2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583729107473043762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josiah LOVES soccer. And believe me when I say this boy is going to need to exercise a whole lot!! Very, very, very active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXuBn94NVQE/TX1kCGlKSEI/AAAAAAAAByE/j1k7nzw9BNY/s1600/DSCN2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXuBn94NVQE/TX1kCGlKSEI/AAAAAAAAByE/j1k7nzw9BNY/s320/DSCN2232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583729100298274882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly faces at the zoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3769682139523002489?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3769682139523002489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3769682139523002489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3769682139523002489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3769682139523002489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/03/arizona-in-jan.html' title='Arizona in Jan.'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JunxCUy4fIc/TX1l86ROK0I/AAAAAAAABzc/Tdjig-emKM4/s72-c/krystal%2Bsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2407977377331797620</id><published>2011-02-18T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:09:38.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Quilt!!</title><content type='html'>Alright I did it!! I finally did it! I completed my first quilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575093895891316866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ohpj_3IsqU/TV62XDYM8II/AAAAAAAABxc/h7z0_cmrl7U/s320/DSCN1998.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575093891042248018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltLiWHmhqLg/TV62WxUGBVI/AAAAAAAABxU/nihjp_gnasc/s320/DSCN1997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575093884650452082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqLUOn-3HDU/TV62WZgK9HI/AAAAAAAABxM/muW3ZezgdWg/s320/DSCN1996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575093880921719762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzWaF56pSN0/TV62WLnLA9I/AAAAAAAABxE/6IiVLQyN6ZA/s320/DSCN2015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-t0FVBkYGc/TV62V7IcSKI/AAAAAAAABw8/rCqDwbvI2v4/s1600/DSCN2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575093876497860770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-t0FVBkYGc/TV62V7IcSKI/AAAAAAAABw8/rCqDwbvI2v4/s320/DSCN2014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a baby gift for my sister's second baby boy. I have so much fun! It was super easy (believe me that is all I could handle). Thank goodness for "steam a seam" What a life saver!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how all the colors turned out and matched the little paw prints! My sister's family LOVES dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2407977377331797620?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2407977377331797620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2407977377331797620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2407977377331797620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2407977377331797620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-quilt.html' title='My first Quilt!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ohpj_3IsqU/TV62XDYM8II/AAAAAAAABxc/h7z0_cmrl7U/s72-c/DSCN1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5890242918340089545</id><published>2011-02-18T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:04:37.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Upgrades</title><content type='html'>A few people have asked what I have done with vinyl lettering recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575092224532115282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZbUpGAPSFI/TV601xFHb1I/AAAAAAAABw0/Ds4-2_XqK3U/s320/DSCN2002.JPG" /&gt;Time clocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PM8J1Tga1Uk/TV601cOOd5I/AAAAAAAABws/klChPAyvVrA/s1600/DSCN2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575092218933180306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PM8J1Tga1Uk/TV601cOOd5I/AAAAAAAABws/klChPAyvVrA/s320/DSCN2001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the places Dave and I want to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfH5suOYmFg/TV600tAaJZI/AAAAAAAABwk/362Mt91QJus/s1600/DSCN2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575092206258759058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfH5suOYmFg/TV600tAaJZI/AAAAAAAABwk/362Mt91QJus/s320/DSCN2003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WkH09pbLpw/TV600GHa_DI/AAAAAAAABwc/a-nDSt8dKW8/s1600/DSCN2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575092195819191346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WkH09pbLpw/TV600GHa_DI/AAAAAAAABwc/a-nDSt8dKW8/s320/DSCN2006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are not allowed to pain our walls. So I came up with this idea to add a splash of color to boring white walls. (taken from Crate and Barrel and Ikea as you walk through their show rooms) Almost every room in our house has something like this up. I am attempting to do pink stripes on boards in Kimball's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy0GeC8MuLM/TV6zmcvruMI/AAAAAAAABwU/4T2cI4jI0pU/s1600/DSCN2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575090861863844034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy0GeC8MuLM/TV6zmcvruMI/AAAAAAAABwU/4T2cI4jI0pU/s320/DSCN2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom and Josiah's&lt;/span&gt; room. Some of the boards warped just a little bit but it was cheap and easy to do and still gives some color to boring white walls. Above the blue boards I want to write "Its a bird . . . . It's a plane  . . . . Its . . .  ." in red vinyl to match the things that go theme I have started. Any other ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-immbsVeV_xw/TV6zmAPKo2I/AAAAAAAABwM/nP91J1Jtl08/s1600/DSCN2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575090854211265378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-immbsVeV_xw/TV6zmAPKo2I/AAAAAAAABwM/nP91J1Jtl08/s320/DSCN2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vinyl above the bunk beds. I need to make one for the lower bunk in Josiah's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBvp5fOJbj0/TV6zlxRXbaI/AAAAAAAABwE/wlH0WEw_Quo/s1600/DSCN2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575090850193960354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBvp5fOJbj0/TV6zlxRXbaI/AAAAAAAABwE/wlH0WEw_Quo/s320/DSCN2011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reds and blue for the boys and of course pinks and green for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VxI4ID8HAc/TV6zlgB8eHI/AAAAAAAABv8/9X-LMGU-SZU/s1600/DSCN2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575090845565876338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VxI4ID8HAc/TV6zlgB8eHI/AAAAAAAABv8/9X-LMGU-SZU/s320/DSCN2012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's Eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yMOB0fDiFU/TV6zlAhNcYI/AAAAAAAABv0/GVCr7BqVSnE/s1600/DSCN1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575090837107077506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yMOB0fDiFU/TV6zlAhNcYI/AAAAAAAABv0/GVCr7BqVSnE/s320/DSCN1999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case our kids do not know what to do in the play room. This vinyl did not have enough "tack" so I had to mod &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;podge&lt;/span&gt; over the letters to get them to stick. Live and learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**  Stay tuned for more ideas and improvements. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5890242918340089545?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5890242918340089545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5890242918340089545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5890242918340089545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5890242918340089545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-upgrades.html' title='House Upgrades'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZbUpGAPSFI/TV601xFHb1I/AAAAAAAABw0/Ds4-2_XqK3U/s72-c/DSCN2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5267171034233540098</id><published>2011-01-20T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:47:57.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Ralph comes to Bloomington</title><content type='html'>We had a great time with my father!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522085373092786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj4YuaI7I/AAAAAAAABuQ/jLVXmP1cPHA/s400/IMG00678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoiled us and took us to the Indy 500 race track. We went on the awesome tour on the track, to the bricks and onto the winner's circle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj4IjDYHI/AAAAAAAABuI/_4NFPtC40bg/s1600/IMG00673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522081030496370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj4IjDYHI/AAAAAAAABuI/_4NFPtC40bg/s400/IMG00673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave posing at the Indy 500 museum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj37oLiGI/AAAAAAAABuA/LEqoLQpQPNk/s1600/IMG00671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522077562341474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj37oLiGI/AAAAAAAABuA/LEqoLQpQPNk/s400/IMG00671.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj3r5pe4I/AAAAAAAABt4/sUFP7o1mFqA/s1600/IMG00669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522073340640130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj3r5pe4I/AAAAAAAABt4/sUFP7o1mFqA/s400/IMG00669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old Indy 500 car engines&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj3eyq3JI/AAAAAAAABtw/dZXYpynJVGQ/s1600/IMG00663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522069821709458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj3eyq3JI/AAAAAAAABtw/dZXYpynJVGQ/s400/IMG00663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the posh build in where all the classy rich people get to watch the race and the owners of the race track! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjLbPO07I/AAAAAAAABto/Oz-yjF4IHXY/s1600/IMG00653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559521312953521074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjLbPO07I/AAAAAAAABto/Oz-yjF4IHXY/s400/IMG00653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjLDxFPbI/AAAAAAAABtg/_rUPONjyypc/s1600/IMG00646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559521306653048242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjLDxFPbI/AAAAAAAABtg/_rUPONjyypc/s400/IMG00646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjK_04zhI/AAAAAAAABtY/WkRHcX-g6OE/s1600/IMG00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559521305595268626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjK_04zhI/AAAAAAAABtY/WkRHcX-g6OE/s400/IMG00642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing from the news casters room! Great view out the window of turn one and the finish line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjKhbawLI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9V4vnZ7JYmc/s1600/IMG00640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559521297435377842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjKhbawLI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9V4vnZ7JYmc/s400/IMG00640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave braving the pouring rain to stand on the champions block!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjKQXMmtI/AAAAAAAABtI/FObw9MsiQUs/s1600/IMG00639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559521292854270674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdjKQXMmtI/AAAAAAAABtI/FObw9MsiQUs/s400/IMG00639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdiejH-hMI/AAAAAAAABtA/KwpLE84amLI/s1600/IMG00610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559520541976462530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdiejH-hMI/AAAAAAAABtA/KwpLE84amLI/s400/IMG00610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Touching the bricks at the brick yard!! The starting line up here. These are original bricks.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdieSrVw_I/AAAAAAAABs4/BKoHSYP3bmc/s1600/IMG00608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559520537561383922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdieSrVw_I/AAAAAAAABs4/BKoHSYP3bmc/s400/IMG00608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdidzvHN1I/AAAAAAAABsw/_V5bb3GfRQA/s1600/IMG00599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559520529255708498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdidzvHN1I/AAAAAAAABsw/_V5bb3GfRQA/s400/IMG00599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside our tour bus (we went around the entire track 2.5 miles) this one of the two straight aways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdidxGGP0I/AAAAAAAABso/tGKde_JWkDk/s1600/IMG00592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559520528546807618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdidxGGP0I/AAAAAAAABso/tGKde_JWkDk/s400/IMG00592.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave and Pops on the bus!! GO BYU!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdidlbwuBI/AAAAAAAABsg/SR4zpACSwt4/s1600/IMG00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559520525416445970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdidlbwuBI/AAAAAAAABsg/SR4zpACSwt4/s400/IMG00591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Indy 500 museum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhrLZLkSI/AAAAAAAABsY/5Pw-tc5vCf0/s1600/IMG00590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559519659432841506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhrLZLkSI/AAAAAAAABsY/5Pw-tc5vCf0/s400/IMG00590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Jarom in the splash zoo waiting for the dolphin show to start! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhq_VvblI/AAAAAAAABsQ/8XZIzQjTOZw/s1600/IMG00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559519656197189202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhq_VvblI/AAAAAAAABsQ/8XZIzQjTOZw/s400/IMG00113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside with the elephants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhqjVREpI/AAAAAAAABsI/FmUlsXC4oEA/s1600/IMG00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559519648679006866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhqjVREpI/AAAAAAAABsI/FmUlsXC4oEA/s400/IMG00109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jarom and Grandpa being eaten by a walrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhqTHVsuI/AAAAAAAABsA/SsKmJkMiywo/s1600/IMG00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559519644325622498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhqTHVsuI/AAAAAAAABsA/SsKmJkMiywo/s400/IMG00108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dada was such a great sport. I did not think that he even liked zoos, but Jarom wanted him to go so bad!!! My dad was a great sport and I like he even enjoyed himself. He was fascinated with the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhqHZpjOI/AAAAAAAABr4/rZZvgi5r0is/s1600/IMG00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559519641181195490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdhqHZpjOI/AAAAAAAABr4/rZZvgi5r0is/s400/IMG00107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Petting dog sharks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We loved having my dad came and stay with us!! So fun and relaxing. Our house is pretty low key. Great food, great games, great conversation, great adventures, great company,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; great times!! So excited for more to come in the future. We love you, Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5267171034233540098?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5267171034233540098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5267171034233540098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5267171034233540098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5267171034233540098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/01/grandpa-ralph-comes-to-bloomington.html' title='Grandpa Ralph comes to Bloomington'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdj4YuaI7I/AAAAAAAABuQ/jLVXmP1cPHA/s72-c/IMG00678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6834432902108719784</id><published>2011-01-08T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:48:01.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>So back in September . . . we went with some friends to a local National Park. I "hiked" a little through the "hills." Remember, we live in Indiana and hiking meaning following a expansive, almost paved trail through a wide group of trees. There are very limited changes in altitude and our children could all walk the 1/8 mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgegkst6I/AAAAAAAABro/0itNbOWSphs/s1600/IMG00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559518342268368802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgegkst6I/AAAAAAAABro/0itNbOWSphs/s400/IMG00513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end is beautiful small river with a rock bed for climbing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559518808679782210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdg5qF2F0I/AAAAAAAABrw/krjnbaCOQBY/s400/IMG00509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jarom took off his shirt and went to work exploring and cooling off from the Midwest heat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgdzykTaI/AAAAAAAABrg/zjvHpCQsuxw/s1600/IMG00510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559518330246942114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgdzykTaI/AAAAAAAABrg/zjvHpCQsuxw/s400/IMG00510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgdYFruaI/AAAAAAAABrY/RHBjv0BiEro/s1600/IMG00508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559518322810927522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgdYFruaI/AAAAAAAABrY/RHBjv0BiEro/s400/IMG00508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cater, Cai and Jarom all shirtless playing in the water fall. The water pooled at the bottom and the parents were able to soak their feet. Then we went out to eat at Five Guys!!! Yum so glad they have one here now!!!  Love those burgers and Idaoho potatoe fries.&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/8824162293138337057-6834432902108719784?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6834432902108719784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6834432902108719784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6834432902108719784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6834432902108719784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/01/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdgegkst6I/AAAAAAAABro/0itNbOWSphs/s72-c/IMG00513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4834353240923701598</id><published>2011-01-07T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:39:48.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana University Children's Choir</title><content type='html'>Okay so an update from October. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; had a choir concert. He is a member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt; Children's Choir. They had their first performance in Oct at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; Farmer's Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdkdiJInoI/AAAAAAAABuY/sKHolEloaP0/s1600/IMG00688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522723556269698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdkdiJInoI/AAAAAAAABuY/sKHolEloaP0/s400/IMG00688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is the first one out of the door for the performance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522739418848274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdkedPEXBI/AAAAAAAABug/plJIpdJLNWY/s400/IMG00689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; choir group is called Decant Choir. We LOVE his teachers. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doctorate&lt;/span&gt; students at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522742540591954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdkeo3WY1I/AAAAAAAABuo/xSTSdjMpU-Q/s400/IMG00690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep your eyes on him as all the other group member filter in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522746277469394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdke2ySnNI/AAAAAAAABuw/9hyEK-zH7OU/s400/IMG00691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559522749257431378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdkfB4xOVI/AAAAAAAABu4/8oosPkOSSDs/s400/IMG00692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you find him still? Dave said he did great!! I unfortunately had to work the night before and was unable to get out of bed for a 9am performance. I know I am such as bad mom but when you get to bed at 4:30 in the morning and have to go back to work for 12 hours on 3.5 hours of sleep its difficult. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jarom,&lt;/span&gt; also went to Choir Camp. He had SO much fun. We were so nervous about it but he did super and loved his cabin counselors who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt; undergrad students. I mean come on, they are music majors, they've got to be great!!! Dave and I did not get very much sleep that night but he is so excited for next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4834353240923701598?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4834353240923701598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4834353240923701598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4834353240923701598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4834353240923701598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/indiana-university-childrens-choir.html' title='Indiana University Children&apos;s Choir'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdkdiJInoI/AAAAAAAABuY/sKHolEloaP0/s72-c/IMG00688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4690071223896045583</id><published>2011-01-06T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:00:26.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-U (clap, clap) I-U (clap, clap), I-U (clap, clap)</title><content type='html'>Indiana University Football. We love going because students, their wives and kids get in for $5.00 bucks!! Come on Big 10 football for five bucks-anybody would go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547411511644451538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxdYN568tI/AAAAAAAABoc/KYjyQrVcqzA/s320/IMG00541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxdX-FfEpI/AAAAAAAABoU/clOqIbRB0uc/s1600/IMG00543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547411507397989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxdX-FfEpI/AAAAAAAABoU/clOqIbRB0uc/s320/IMG00543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the game, everybody is allowed on the field. Not like BYU where they send security, the police, the national guard and even SWAT after you if you step on the grass!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxdXrij5xI/AAAAAAAABoM/JT-p6_nyAbQ/s1600/IMG00540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547411502419666706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxdXrij5xI/AAAAAAAABoM/JT-p6_nyAbQ/s320/IMG00540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jarom LOVES the band!! IU has the best music school in the country!! The band here is AWESOME!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc3mAnVPI/AAAAAAAABoE/GByonO5X_4o/s1600/IMG00537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547410951179293938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc3mAnVPI/AAAAAAAABoE/GByonO5X_4o/s320/IMG00537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc3YaR2DI/AAAAAAAABn8/qgdG5zcsLvY/s1600/IMG00536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547410947528841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc3YaR2DI/AAAAAAAABn8/qgdG5zcsLvY/s320/IMG00536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc3Omp2BI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZEoPLqP8Kds/s1600/IMG00496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547410944896391186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc3Omp2BI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZEoPLqP8Kds/s320/IMG00496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So a section of the south field after the end zone is blocked off so kids can play on it the entire time. Is that not a little boy's dream? To play on a college football field? Okay maybe its just Jarom's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc23lx3rI/AAAAAAAABns/-2H6GjqbvpM/s1600/IMG00497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547410938718707378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxc23lx3rI/AAAAAAAABns/-2H6GjqbvpM/s320/IMG00497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so there are only 2 things sad about IU football games. 1.) Everyone is wasted due drinking at the tail gate parties and 2.) the cheer leaders and dance team SUCK compared to BYU. I did not realize how good the Cougarettes where until we moved away. I mean when everyone is competing for second place at the National Dance Competitions instead of first you know they are fantastic!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4690071223896045583?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4690071223896045583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4690071223896045583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4690071223896045583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4690071223896045583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-u-clap-clap-i-u-clap-clap-i-u-clap.html' title='I-U (clap, clap) I-U (clap, clap), I-U (clap, clap)'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxdYN568tI/AAAAAAAABoc/KYjyQrVcqzA/s72-c/IMG00541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4095508103540345942</id><published>2011-01-06T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:47:52.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Man Group Minus One</title><content type='html'>So there are a few bald men in our ward. And one of them had the brilliant idea of being Blue Man Group for the ward Halloween Party. Dave, as the baldest in the ward, was invited to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlQRUlWnI/AAAAAAAABvI/dNVmXbBS05M/s1600/IMG00698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523595214215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlQRUlWnI/AAAAAAAABvI/dNVmXbBS05M/s400/IMG00698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The application of the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlQLLOSII/AAAAAAAABvA/NKEbGchkL58/s1600/IMG00697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523593564342402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlQLLOSII/AAAAAAAABvA/NKEbGchkL58/s400/IMG00697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to work, so Dave did a bunch of play by plays for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523614744004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlRaE2R3I/AAAAAAAABvY/7qewjJ0vEQg/s400/IMG00700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Travis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ficklin&lt;/span&gt; the genius behind the idea!! Using a hair dryer to dry the paint before the ward party. Notice the bathroom? Does every stake center's bathrooms look like this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523602813258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlQtoVjBI/AAAAAAAABvQ/utqR7MlcENI/s400/IMG00699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The final results!! We researched how to do this before the party. Most of the Blue Man Group characters use of head cover and ear cover but hey when your already bald you don't have too!! They wore blue gloves on their hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523863403854706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlf4Z-e3I/AAAAAAAABvo/VqKRFyVm0bA/s400/IMG00706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Travis and Dave. They watched a bunch of You Tube clips with Blue Man Group performing. They attempted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; mannerisms. Next year they want to actually do a performance using PVC pipes, paint, and black lights!!! Sound awesome.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were so bummed. Dave actually "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bic&lt;/span&gt;-ed" his head for the party!! And then 1 hour before the party the 3rd participant cancelled because his kid was sick. But he was a church on the next morning without his head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bic&lt;/span&gt;-ed. I think he just chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523620624043138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlRv-wjII/AAAAAAAABvg/mfV5PJVdjh4/s400/IMG00702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nice work Dave!! And he cleaned up nicely too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4095508103540345942?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4095508103540345942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4095508103540345942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4095508103540345942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4095508103540345942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/01/blue-man-group-minus-one.html' title='Blue Man Group Minus One'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdlQRUlWnI/AAAAAAAABvI/dNVmXbBS05M/s72-c/IMG00698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2230497210626417933</id><published>2011-01-06T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:04:54.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy's visit</title><content type='html'>Back to the best gift ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559517104684045538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfWeNmlOI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ZP_Wpu41eVE/s400/IMG00525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfWLspPtI/AAAAAAAABrI/WgTURr-Wmxk/s1600/IMG00524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559517099713969874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfWLspPtI/AAAAAAAABrI/WgTURr-Wmxk/s400/IMG00524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so for my BIG 2-8 Dave wrapped a plane ticket up for my sister, Elizabeth to come visit. He had me open it last!! I cried. How many people cry over birthday presents. But I just missed my family SO much. It was a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559512371041118658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdbC8BLqcI/AAAAAAAABpY/w31dOBfUlAE/s400/DSCN1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559512361453237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdbCYTQNjI/AAAAAAAABpI/Eq_gYEPh4kk/s400/DSCN1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isaac had a great time with our two dogs!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559512355809256642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdbCDRn5MI/AAAAAAAABpA/KItY2CKE8QA/s400/DSCN1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559512353864396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdbB8B7r6I/AAAAAAAABo4/KWyBWF6-EUQ/s400/DSCN1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jarom and Isaac LOVED playing the basement with all the little people! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559512366305716882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdbCqYLKpI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Wx4-E8mgGuU/s400/DSCN1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I whipped up some of my best cooking skills and we had a great time eating Italian. Here is &lt;a href="http://http://theitaliandishblog.com/imported-20090913150324/2009/9/16/my-new-favorite-dish-spaghetti-with-roasted-tomatoes-garlic.html"&gt;Spaghetti with Roasted Tomatoes, Garlic and Pancetta&lt;/a&gt;. I love this cooking blog and really, really recommend &lt;a href="http://http://theitaliandishblog.com/imported-20090913150324/2010/5/26/strawberry-cheesecake-parfaits.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559515586440497634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd-GUIieI/AAAAAAAABqo/GK9kki_u6Pw/s400/DSCN1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lizzy and I wanted to try our luck taking 3 little boys to the zoo. We had a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd9706dAI/AAAAAAAABqg/49-nYDSHP3A/s1600/DSCN1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559515583625196546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd9706dAI/AAAAAAAABqg/49-nYDSHP3A/s400/DSCN1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheetahs on the glass. Who gets this close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd9iu7VgI/AAAAAAAABqY/g9wnQlaVafs/s1600/DSCN1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559515576889202178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd9iu7VgI/AAAAAAAABqY/g9wnQlaVafs/s400/DSCN1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with the elephants. Isaac's eyes were starting to droop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd9G7a9rI/AAAAAAAABqQ/keRD_uYfzRk/s1600/DSCN1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559515569425413810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd9G7a9rI/AAAAAAAABqQ/keRD_uYfzRk/s400/DSCN1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were drooping because of all his dancing and singing during the dolphin show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd8xaxJNI/AAAAAAAABqI/YneFpOIw7ko/s1600/DSCN1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559515563651310802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdd8xaxJNI/AAAAAAAABqI/YneFpOIw7ko/s400/DSCN1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdceh401EI/AAAAAAAABqA/NPRb5vljC1M/s1600/DSCN1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559513944574710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdceh401EI/AAAAAAAABqA/NPRb5vljC1M/s400/DSCN1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac meeting a tortoise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdceP6CCLI/AAAAAAAABp4/gJQWJjuWCb4/s1600/DSCN1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559513939747932338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdceP6CCLI/AAAAAAAABp4/gJQWJjuWCb4/s400/DSCN1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 little boys in the desert. One in utero at the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdcd6rtvAI/AAAAAAAABpw/5u6dIgnFxKY/s1600/DSCN1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559513934050737154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdcd6rtvAI/AAAAAAAABpw/5u6dIgnFxKY/s400/DSCN1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ELizabeth, Isaac, Carter &amp;amp; Cai petting the dog sharks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdcdnHmEJI/AAAAAAAABpo/sfLZhdXAiqk/s1600/DSCN1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559513928798965906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdcdnHmEJI/AAAAAAAABpo/sfLZhdXAiqk/s400/DSCN1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to roll. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559513923375561458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdcdS6jevI/AAAAAAAABpg/0vcfsEsKSBI/s400/DSCN1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issac, Carter, Susan and Cai watching the seals and sea lions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559517087128970754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfVc0JZgI/AAAAAAAABq4/2XxidALPuvI/s400/DSCN1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This poor little boy!! Asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559517081559847202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfVIEXUSI/AAAAAAAABqw/_if2cdxytoQ/s400/DSCN1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also took Elizabeth to Fourth street. Which is an ethnic food section. You step out of the car and the air just smells divine!!!! Curry, BBQ, rice, Cajun, spices just fill the air. But we went to a Thai restaurant!! Yum. Our favorite. We all ordered Pad Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559517095140339586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfV6qNL4I/AAAAAAAABrA/2ulxRNF_eAY/s400/DSCN1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Isaac. He was too tired to remain awake at the restaurant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also did facials and masks, pedicures, manicures all while the baby was sleeping!! And don't forget shopping and watching Chick Flixs!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/55177/Letters_to_Juliet_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we watched Letters to Juliet. It was good until the last 5 minutes. I mean seriously, who wrote this ending!!! Ahhhhh. I seriously laughed out loud and I still cannot get over it and its been 5 months!!! We need to have an alternate ending made- please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2230497210626417933?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2230497210626417933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2230497210626417933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2230497210626417933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2230497210626417933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2011/01/lizzys-visit.html' title='Lizzy&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TSdfWeNmlOI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ZP_Wpu41eVE/s72-c/IMG00525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7310800943778323293</id><published>2011-01-02T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:44:47.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia, Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>I know back to summer!! Just a little more details for July and then we will finally be up to date. So when Jarom and I went to Philly we had to stop by our favorite water park in the entire United States!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to Camel beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lakenaomiclub.com/images/area/camelbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is huge!! These are the speed slides. You don't have to pay to park. You don't have to pay for a tube!! And there are SO many slides!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A9966/99660/300_99660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a awesome wave pool. Jarom and I spent some time in here!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.800poconos.com/includes/images/listings/Camelbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite spot was Pharaoh's Court!! Super fun!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thepoconochalet.com/images/pic-camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also LOVED the Lazy River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.allstaractivities.com/images/CAMEL-BEACH3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also enjoyed the Vortex and Spin Cycle!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.daysinntannersville.com/images/camelbeach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jarom's favorite ride was the "Checkered Flag." You race down a 90 yard slide on mats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.iaapa.org/industry/funworld/2005/september05/departments/industry_notes/images/titan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also enjoyed to longest tube run in the US- The Titan!! You can fit 8 people in the tube and you don't have to carry it up yourself!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are tons more rides here including: Tube runs, more mat slides, another kid area- Caribean Cove, bumper boats, a lap pool, a surfing area, a ski lift ride and tons of shopping and places to eat!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7310800943778323293?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7310800943778323293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7310800943778323293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7310800943778323293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7310800943778323293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/philadelphia-pennsylvania.html' title='Philadelphia, Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1929478098583724279</id><published>2010-12-11T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:41:24.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of the Summer . . .</title><content type='html'>So Dave thinks that I go from zero to one hundred and fifty in about a day and a half and he has some pretty good examples of me doing just that. I get this idea in my head and think over it for a few days (I don't tell him everything I think- I don't want to overwhelm the poor man with nonsense) then all of the sudden I decide to do it and I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed a predictive index, which is a test about yourself, your personality, your tendencies, and traits (its not 100% but it gives you a good idea about yourself). So I took this "quiz" and found out I am a high "A." Which means I am a task oriented person. I am focused on one tasks or another until its done and then I move on to my next task. I don't need praise or appreciation from others. (I think it would be great for ALL families to take this and find out what kind of people are in your family, and how to get along with each other!! I am going to recommend it to my family for a family reunion activity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I move from task to task to task to task to task and I have to get everything for it and work on it until its done (hence why I did not blog for a LONG time) . Examples: going to grad school after finishing my bachelors. I got a sewing machine earlier this year, gardening from scratch, reading any book, landscaping the entire yard, library organization, vinyl lettering, room/house decorating, bow making and over the summer it was also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANNING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2H3G4C5T6s0/Si5t-RPnyBI/AAAAAAAACZY/ZCmSiIomzwc/s400/Ball+canning+guide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy all the right equipment (actually Dave bought it all for me!!) and we went to town. I have never canned in my life before but this is what we canned with help from this fantastic book!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryhomecanning.com/images/2009_0315CanningImage0513_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 428px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.countryhomecanning.com/images/2009_0315CanningImage0513_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peaches!! Loved these, especially the ones with a spring or two of mint or sage!!! Goodness. (There truly is a different between peaches though, go for the Georgia ones- so GOOD and easy to peel and pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://watercanning.blogsavy.com/files/2009/05/canning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://watercanning.blogsavy.com/files/2009/05/canning1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All sorts of tomatoes.  . .  stewed, crushed, diced and of course SALSA. Someone gave us this fantastic recipe from the 1800s. And we LOVE it. We did six batches of salsa. Actually, Dave did most of the salsa when I was at work, hence why he was the one to buy all the supplies. He did not like borrowing equipment from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thriftyfun.com/images/articles36/canning300x272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thriftyfun.com/images/articles36/canning300x272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canned jams are my favorite!!! This year we did Strawberry Jam, Raspberry Jam, Triple Berry Jam and of course tons of freezer raspberry and blackberry jams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pleas note: all of the veggies and fruit, first needed to be picked, washed, hulled and even frozen. We found the best blackberry patches and Dave and Jarom went to town picking berries. We went to a local orchard for the raspberries and went back and went back and went back. Goodness no wonder I did not blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/lifehacker/2009/05/canning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/lifehacker/2009/05/canning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is just a list of some of the other items from our canning adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blueberry Syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raspberry sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Applesauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple Pie filling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Applebutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pear butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen Pesto- So good!!! It freezes great we just throw a spoonful or two into our pasta, add some cream or milk and grate Parmesan cheese over everything and heat through!! Or pesto stuffed pork chops or a creamy sauteed chicken! Opportunities, endless. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone has any ideas please, send them my way for next year!&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/8824162293138337057-1929478098583724279?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1929478098583724279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1929478098583724279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1929478098583724279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1929478098583724279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/adventures-of-summer.html' title='Adventures of the Summer . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2H3G4C5T6s0/Si5t-RPnyBI/AAAAAAAACZY/ZCmSiIomzwc/s72-c/Ball+canning+guide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-912874979525578543</id><published>2010-12-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:06:21.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right I turned 28 this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TP79l8nDgbI/AAAAAAAABok/sLFwy83QGlI/s1600/IMG00525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TP79l8nDgbI/AAAAAAAABok/sLFwy83QGlI/s400/IMG00525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150619333951922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I reached this age I began to think about all the changes that have happened since 1982. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ode to Youth"&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am closer to 30 than twenty.&lt;br /&gt;That I have more gray hairs coming in everyday.&lt;br /&gt;That the wrinkles under my eyes are probably going to stay there permanently.&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really look great in "cool" clothes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That I am older than lots of people in our ward.&lt;br /&gt;That I should just give up on attempting to wear high heels.&lt;br /&gt;That tanning doesn't have as much draw to me as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt; or liposuction.&lt;br /&gt;That white teeth aren't in the budget.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will keep my nose just as it is.&lt;br /&gt;That I'd rather go to an all inclusive resort then a beach party.&lt;br /&gt;That teenagers make me feel old and wise but with SO many flaws.&lt;br /&gt;That when Dave graduates we will have been in school 14 years since graduating high school.&lt;br /&gt;That my 10 year class reunion is next summer- do they even do that anymore?&lt;br /&gt;That all I have to look forward to in the future is either more school or more work?&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know very many songs on the radio anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That my younger sisters don't think I am "cool" just "weird"&lt;br /&gt;That I am thrilled beyond belief when I get to someone to help me clean the house!&lt;br /&gt;That I prefer to read "old woman" magazine instead of "teen hip-hops"&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know who Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt; is? (how do you spell his name?)&lt;br /&gt;That I remember watching Tailspin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ducktails&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; the Rescue Rangers and that I don't have a clue what cartoons are on TV these days. (heck we don't even own a TV)&lt;br /&gt;That I prefer to shop for other people, especially my kids, rather than myself.&lt;br /&gt;That I am starting to realize that I did not do anything with my teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;That I actually enjoy crafts. (I know I admit it now!!!)&lt;br /&gt;And that all I want for Christmas is a day with my sisters because they are getting old too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TP79mNHMsQI/AAAAAAAABos/HUXvNoOsTV0/s1600/DSCN1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TP79mNHMsQI/AAAAAAAABos/HUXvNoOsTV0/s400/DSCN1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150623763738882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sisters!!! Dave gave me the perfect gift for my birthday. He flew my sister Elizabeth and her son Isaac out from Provo, Utah to Indiana to visit us. He bought her a plane ticket and wrapped it up in a gift box. Then when I saw it, I started bawling!! Who cries when they receive a gift? That must be part of getting old too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how I miss my sister!! Stay tuned to hear about our adventures!!!!&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/8824162293138337057-912874979525578543?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/912874979525578543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=912874979525578543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/912874979525578543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/912874979525578543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/susan-b-day.html' title='The Big 2-8'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TP79l8nDgbI/AAAAAAAABok/sLFwy83QGlI/s72-c/IMG00525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5831080749236500218</id><published>2010-12-03T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:21:47.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still My Soul . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have ever wondered "Should I pray for the Hardy's?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: YES. Here's why . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUf8obRuI/AAAAAAAABnE/Fa_hyYjNo6A/s1600/DSCN1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUf8obRuI/AAAAAAAABnE/Fa_hyYjNo6A/s320/DSCN1868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547401748841973474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUgKckgNI/AAAAAAAABnM/LGEulWiBR2c/s1600/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUgKckgNI/AAAAAAAABnM/LGEulWiBR2c/s320/DSCN1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547401752550342866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUgn_9FFI/AAAAAAAABnU/lIQAIE_jUsU/s1600/DSCN1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUgn_9FFI/AAAAAAAABnU/lIQAIE_jUsU/s320/DSCN1919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547401760483382354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUhfV1kjI/AAAAAAAABnk/wSMxGCs8dkU/s1600/DSCN1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUhfV1kjI/AAAAAAAABnk/wSMxGCs8dkU/s320/DSCN1935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547401775339115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUhAlL13I/AAAAAAAABnc/VhpZaYDQXl4/s1600/DSCN1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUhAlL13I/AAAAAAAABnc/VhpZaYDQXl4/s320/DSCN1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547401767081990002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for hopeful miracles in our life.&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/8824162293138337057-5831080749236500218?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5831080749236500218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5831080749236500218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5831080749236500218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5831080749236500218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Be Still My Soul . . . . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPxUf8obRuI/AAAAAAAABnE/Fa_hyYjNo6A/s72-c/DSCN1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7513530454540171213</id><published>2010-12-02T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:38:49.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to spurge and go to the Indiana State Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrg0RxriI/AAAAAAAABm8/OhAEqshGC9c/s1600/IMG00478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrg0RxriI/AAAAAAAABm8/OhAEqshGC9c/s320/IMG00478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546512258872487458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets were $2.00 each. This ride was 2 tickets! $4.00 bucks to ride. What a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrgMo4htI/AAAAAAAABm0/gJafo0-LTXI/s1600/IMG00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrgMo4htI/AAAAAAAABm0/gJafo0-LTXI/s320/IMG00479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546512248231986898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom and his friend, Rachel, got to pick one ride. Here they are taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrf-VO2yI/AAAAAAAABms/aMPv7tI0dR0/s1600/IMG00476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrf-VO2yI/AAAAAAAABms/aMPv7tI0dR0/s320/IMG00476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546512244391467810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great. Next year we are going to come on a Tuesday because all of the food is just $2.00. Everything and anything. Goodness here we come. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrfQkBS4I/AAAAAAAABmk/O76zXEuwJe0/s1600/IMG00475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrfQkBS4I/AAAAAAAABmk/O76zXEuwJe0/s320/IMG00475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546512232105462658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jarom and Rachel in the cattle barn. This cow was SO cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;P-U.  It stunk. Dave was ready to fire up the grill.&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/8824162293138337057-7513530454540171213?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7513530454540171213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7513530454540171213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7513530454540171213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7513530454540171213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/indiana-state-fair.html' title='Indiana State Fair'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkrg0RxriI/AAAAAAAABm8/OhAEqshGC9c/s72-c/IMG00478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7061110780957445903</id><published>2010-12-02T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:00:35.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinncinnati, Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We were so excited for our Cincinnati trip. Jarom and I planned the entire trip around visiting the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWPORT AQUARIUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://xenohistorian.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/img_0068_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the banks of the Ohio River on the Kentucky side is this awesome tourist attraction. We went for the afternoon special which includes paying for one adult and getting two kids in for free. So we took Lindsay Ralph, my cousin, who is Jarom's age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.conventionvendor.com/images/Newport-Aquarium.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hopefully everyone enjoys this post because there are some fantastic pictures that I did not take!! Here is the entrance of the aquarium!! Inside these doors they have HUGE humpback whales breaching, sharking attacking and all sorts of ocean animals hanging from the ceiling. It was so cool. Then to enter the exhibits you go down an escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nkycvb.com/images/photo_gallery/Newport-Aquarium-10_LR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our favorite exhibit was the shark tank. It was this huge tank with a tube in the middle that you walk through and can be in the middle of the exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.carlsonhotels.com/chi/images/hotels/KYWILDER/loc_450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Huge sharks, sting rays and tons of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://xenohistorian.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/img_0068_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://s4.hubimg.com/u/1204415_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lemon sharks, tiger sharks and a bunch of others that I forgot the names of. Jarom could tell you every single one!! He loves sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.enquirer.com/editions/1999/05/09/aquarium_550x413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Jarom's dream! To clean the shark tanks and to feed them. We found out that after your have 25 deep dives under your belt you can volunteer for this!! So Jarom is anxiously awaiting the day he turns 13 so he can be scuba certified. Until then we are doing lots of swimming lessons and snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://deepseanews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/8_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://deepseanews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/8_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark Rays. They are incredible. It totally looks like a cross between the two-shark and ray.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rockandwaterscape.com/aquariumpics/aquarfp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the many cool fish tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8c/Penguins_at_Newport_Aquarium.jpg/400px-Penguins_at_Newport_Aquarium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Penguins are one of our favorites too! So active and fun to watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7061110780957445903?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7061110780957445903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7061110780957445903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7061110780957445903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7061110780957445903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/cinncinnati-ohio.html' title='Cinncinnati, Ohio'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1807777578496727157</id><published>2010-12-02T08:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:52:29.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tying the Knot- About time!!</title><content type='html'>After decades of waiting, my beautiful aunt Lisa, was finally married for time and for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqcMHlUTI/AAAAAAAABmc/0Un-ye6MmA0/s1600/IMG00438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546511079861211442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqcMHlUTI/AAAAAAAABmc/0Un-ye6MmA0/s320/IMG00438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Columbus, Ohio temple- where she grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqbbTJnaI/AAAAAAAABmU/yZPN2fexFxA/s1600/IMG00437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546511066756390306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqbbTJnaI/AAAAAAAABmU/yZPN2fexFxA/s320/IMG00437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Family photo: top left grandpa Ralph, Don, Brian, Stephen Ralph (brothers of Lisa)&lt;br /&gt;bottom: grandma Ralph, Tom (groom), Lisa (bride), Sharon and Minda (sisters of Lisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqaxr68SI/AAAAAAAABmM/jL22SRT9ZSA/s1600/IMG00439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546511055585997090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqaxr68SI/AAAAAAAABmM/jL22SRT9ZSA/s320/IMG00439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bride and groom walking on the temple grounds before heading over to their reception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqaqfMP-I/AAAAAAAABmE/u2X6gr4WRTc/s1600/IMG00435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546511053653557218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqaqfMP-I/AAAAAAAABmE/u2X6gr4WRTc/s320/IMG00435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jaro,m bored on the ground waiting in the shade to be done with pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1807777578496727157?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1807777578496727157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1807777578496727157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1807777578496727157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1807777578496727157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tying-knot-about-time.html' title='Tying the Knot- About time!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkqcMHlUTI/AAAAAAAABmc/0Un-ye6MmA0/s72-c/IMG00438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-586418408402858851</id><published>2010-12-02T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:27:02.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our visit to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Emerald City" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkw32IMAI/AAAAAAAABjE/0Td7koR8a60/s1600/DSCN1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546504838126776322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkw32IMAI/AAAAAAAABjE/0Td7koR8a60/s320/DSCN1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what my view looked like the majority of the time while in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkwJ01lCI/AAAAAAAABi0/31s7jmqT3Yo/s1600/DSCN1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546504825773331490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkwJ01lCI/AAAAAAAABi0/31s7jmqT3Yo/s320/DSCN1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The was the view behind me. The kids did great together!!! Katelyn is such a talker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkxGyLVDI/AAAAAAAABjM/f5jjC4hSbCY/s1600/DSCN1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546504842136736818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkxGyLVDI/AAAAAAAABjM/f5jjC4hSbCY/s320/DSCN1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my other view. Go mama, go mama, go mama, go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkwQGk5XI/AAAAAAAABi8/jOz8DuXxw0g/s1600/DSCN1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546504827458348402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkwQGk5XI/AAAAAAAABi8/jOz8DuXxw0g/s320/DSCN1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the view most of the week beside me, my brother, Jonathan and his wife, Jenna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko3ALaoAI/AAAAAAAABlM/QEK_RlDhjB0/s1600/IMG00389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546509341489274882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko3ALaoAI/AAAAAAAABlM/QEK_RlDhjB0/s320/IMG00389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were there we spend 2 days baking desserts and shopping for my younger brother, Benjamin's, Eagle court of honor. Congrats little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko3eAQd5I/AAAAAAAABlU/EPsFOiVEnXI/s1600/IMG00396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546509349495535506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko3eAQd5I/AAAAAAAABlU/EPsFOiVEnXI/s320/IMG00396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dave's sister, Christine and her family, were able to come visit us from Easter Washington. We loved seeing them. We went to the zoo together and then had a spaghetti dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkpnNmXj3I/AAAAAAAABlk/BPEuzVE_HXw/s1600/IMG00416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546510169725702002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkpnNmXj3I/AAAAAAAABlk/BPEuzVE_HXw/s320/IMG00416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, their oldest, posing in the aquarium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkpnnEQLaI/AAAAAAAABls/lobQ-R1LQg4/s1600/IMG00417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546510176561933730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkpnnEQLaI/AAAAAAAABls/lobQ-R1LQg4/s320/IMG00417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We learned about barn owls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko38pc_zI/AAAAAAAABlc/VZpmpsKf1og/s1600/IMG00409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546509357721386802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko38pc_zI/AAAAAAAABlc/VZpmpsKf1og/s320/IMG00409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Susan and Jarom in the jaws of a shark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkpoNDyjmI/AAAAAAAABl0/1qSqJeK0Ewg/s1600/IMG00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546510186760539746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkpoNDyjmI/AAAAAAAABl0/1qSqJeK0Ewg/s320/IMG00422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the petting zoo and the playground were the favorites of all the kids. Jarom LOVED playing with his cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko2uwGOcI/AAAAAAAABlE/N0d-l8dd3pM/s1600/IMG00380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546509336811289026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPko2uwGOcI/AAAAAAAABlE/N0d-l8dd3pM/s320/IMG00380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a visit to the Ralph House without major projects to complete. My brothers and father decided to get a bob cat and redo the driveway. Nice huh? Our only vacation of the year and we get to work. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoIIrE1TI/AAAAAAAABk8/Uxw3urE3Knw/s1600/IMG00348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546508536315696434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoIIrE1TI/AAAAAAAABk8/Uxw3urE3Knw/s320/IMG00348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Ballard locks and watched the boats come in and out of Lake Washington into the sound. Here we are surfing with the waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoHt0BNqI/AAAAAAAABk0/_gTJmz1K7Wg/s1600/IMG00346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546508529105450658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoHt0BNqI/AAAAAAAABk0/_gTJmz1K7Wg/s320/IMG00346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel watching the water rise and fall as the flood gates were open or closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoHY0tyHI/AAAAAAAABks/6jDpyBN9Zk8/s1600/IMG00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546508523471226994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoHY0tyHI/AAAAAAAABks/6jDpyBN9Zk8/s320/IMG00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Washington. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoHAVYRBI/AAAAAAAABkk/esXF1QbrnyI/s1600/IMG00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546508516897342482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkoHAVYRBI/AAAAAAAABkk/esXF1QbrnyI/s320/IMG00341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boats coming into the lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPknlR24HzI/AAAAAAAABkM/mPdEYEYkTrY/s1600/DSCN1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507937485692722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPknlR24HzI/AAAAAAAABkM/mPdEYEYkTrY/s320/DSCN1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jarom watching the fish at the fishery ladders. Yum!!! We love salmon. One of my roommates from BYU and her little boy were able to meet us at the locks and then we went to our FAVORITE Thai restaurant in Bellvue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPknmIdc3KI/AAAAAAAABkc/NDjBPaCDZfA/s1600/IMG00340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507952142998690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPknmIdc3KI/AAAAAAAABkc/NDjBPaCDZfA/s320/IMG00340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were able to go to the Seattle temple while we were there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPknlzGdr8I/AAAAAAAABkU/uKNEwy4GoUE/s1600/IMG00337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507946409439170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPknlzGdr8I/AAAAAAAABkU/uKNEwy4GoUE/s320/IMG00337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time on the side of the road after we shredded one of the tires. Too bad the spare did not fit. So we had to call my dad to come save us but first he had to go and buy a spare that would fit. We were sitting on the side of the interstate for more than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmxbghxDI/AAAAAAAABkE/SN0vaH894-w/s1600/DSCN1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507046723109938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmxbghxDI/AAAAAAAABkE/SN0vaH894-w/s320/DSCN1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this beautiful mountain!! Dave and my dad went to Seattle one morning and took then underground tour. They said it was really neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPklrbBg5HI/AAAAAAAABjU/TvsyDum0M88/s1600/DSCN1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546505844002186354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPklrbBg5HI/AAAAAAAABjU/TvsyDum0M88/s320/DSCN1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samuel and Jarom outside a children's museum- good thing it was free otherwise it would have been a rip off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmwCKcvfI/AAAAAAAABj0/-bag6tq8J1w/s1600/DSCN1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507022739750386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmwCKcvfI/AAAAAAAABj0/-bag6tq8J1w/s320/DSCN1777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;building towers and making silly faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmv2d5rAI/AAAAAAAABjs/ojDYsR3QNks/s1600/DSCN1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507019600112642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmv2d5rAI/AAAAAAAABjs/ojDYsR3QNks/s320/DSCN1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPklsAZZw6I/AAAAAAAABjk/ncAY9857o7E/s1600/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546505854034494370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPklsAZZw6I/AAAAAAAABjk/ncAY9857o7E/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We designed a silly maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPklr58oXiI/AAAAAAAABjc/ScjgJzKeunQ/s1600/DSCN1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546505852303203874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPklr58oXiI/AAAAAAAABjc/ScjgJzKeunQ/s320/DSCN1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading books in the tepee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmwprC9KI/AAAAAAAABj8/djNwwV8Gf88/s1600/DSCN1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507033345455266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkmwprC9KI/AAAAAAAABj8/djNwwV8Gf88/s320/DSCN1780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing in the water!! We started squirting each other with the fountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-586418408402858851?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/586418408402858851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=586418408402858851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/586418408402858851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/586418408402858851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/trip-to-seattle.html' title='Our trip to Seattle'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkkw32IMAI/AAAAAAAABjE/0Td7koR8a60/s72-c/DSCN1757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6428588009055788723</id><published>2010-12-02T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:10:12.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarom turns 7</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkg_1TbtHI/AAAAAAAABh0/aImpsPYcdAg/s1600/DSCN1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546500697095910514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkg_1TbtHI/AAAAAAAABh0/aImpsPYcdAg/s400/DSCN1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkimbPx6QI/AAAAAAAABiM/W4h-bEGOYO8/s1600/DSCN1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546502459627792642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkimbPx6QI/AAAAAAAABiM/W4h-bEGOYO8/s320/DSCN1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkimEZRisI/AAAAAAAABiE/gzV6b1lnniY/s1600/DSCN1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546502453493598914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkimEZRisI/AAAAAAAABiE/gzV6b1lnniY/s320/DSCN1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have had a bunch of requests to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; birthday cake! Well here it is. . . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He asked for a ocean and this is the best I could do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkhljJLcfI/AAAAAAAABh8/nDvBnuEJ0zM/s1600/DSCN1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546501345056092658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkhljJLcfI/AAAAAAAABh8/nDvBnuEJ0zM/s320/DSCN1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the fins and flukes on these cupcakes. I just wanted to make sure we had enough food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkimoV-B1I/AAAAAAAABiU/FgGq-Y2UyRQ/s1600/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546502463143413586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkimoV-B1I/AAAAAAAABiU/FgGq-Y2UyRQ/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; getting the great white shark from his cake!! That's all he wanted for his birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkjbiF4QNI/AAAAAAAABic/UwT2KZmQGrw/s1600/DSCN1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546503371998380242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkjbiF4QNI/AAAAAAAABic/UwT2KZmQGrw/s320/DSCN1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Swimming with friends/guests at our out door pool!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; recieved a pair of shark googles for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkjcKKupII/AAAAAAAABik/jcPgYGzBOYs/s1600/DSCN1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546503382756140162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkjcKKupII/AAAAAAAABik/jcPgYGzBOYs/s320/DSCN1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; playing with his shark . . . shark attacks . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkjcSqxftI/AAAAAAAABis/J6lzlBH2CaY/s1600/DSCN1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546503385038028498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkjcSqxftI/AAAAAAAABis/J6lzlBH2CaY/s320/DSCN1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Susan giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt; kisses!! Love this boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-6428588009055788723?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6428588009055788723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6428588009055788723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6428588009055788723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6428588009055788723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/jarom-turns-7.html' title='Jarom turns 7'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkg_1TbtHI/AAAAAAAABh0/aImpsPYcdAg/s72-c/DSCN1695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5038809647370874378</id><published>2010-12-01T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:02:54.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarom's B-day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; decided instead of getting any presents this year that he would rather get a Zoo Pass which allows you to go to the zoo with a membership for one year and take two guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka1jApxHI/AAAAAAAABg8/U5w8teRGWDI/s1600/DSCN1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546493923316843634" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka1jApxHI/AAAAAAAABg8/U5w8teRGWDI/s320/DSCN1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka2MWVZDI/AAAAAAAABhM/HkjuB6UViyQ/s1600/DSCN1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546493934413636658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka2MWVZDI/AAAAAAAABhM/HkjuB6UViyQ/s320/DSCN1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka1jApxHI/AAAAAAAABg8/U5w8teRGWDI/s1600/DSCN1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you know anything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt;, you know the first thing we did was go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dolphin&lt;/span&gt; show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkdH9eLEQI/AAAAAAAABhc/HnQhblNFtEo/s1600/DSCN1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546496438680883458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkdH9eLEQI/AAAAAAAABhc/HnQhblNFtEo/s320/DSCN1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkdHfZJ2yI/AAAAAAAABhU/AgM0NshIDVU/s1600/DSCN1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546496430606768930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkdHfZJ2yI/AAAAAAAABhU/AgM0NshIDVU/s320/DSCN1650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the dolphin show from the dome under the water. It was very different and cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; brought one friend with him to help him celebrate- meet Tanner Willis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkXPcWR3DI/AAAAAAAABgM/dvAZirXwj6M/s1600/DSCN1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546489970158591026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkXPcWR3DI/AAAAAAAABgM/dvAZirXwj6M/s320/DSCN1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday picnic and playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkYJRW5iLI/AAAAAAAABgU/4eD1eyif35o/s1600/DSCN1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490963640813746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkYJRW5iLI/AAAAAAAABgU/4eD1eyif35o/s320/DSCN1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and Tanner waiting for a elephant show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkYJtSKbuI/AAAAAAAABgc/zw5BVFirZNw/s1600/DSCN1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490971137142498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkYJtSKbuI/AAAAAAAABgc/zw5BVFirZNw/s320/DSCN1631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkZQZl7HSI/AAAAAAAABgs/x-u8W6WSGMU/s1600/DSCN1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492185622027554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkZQZl7HSI/AAAAAAAABgs/x-u8W6WSGMU/s320/DSCN1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkZmNKK1XI/AAAAAAAABg0/KcIrXaqOF_U/s1600/DSCN1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492560241513842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkZmNKK1XI/AAAAAAAABg0/KcIrXaqOF_U/s320/DSCN1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkYKBPViyI/AAAAAAAABgk/jmXU5vRXPi4/s1600/DSCN1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490976493996834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkYKBPViyI/AAAAAAAABgk/jmXU5vRXPi4/s320/DSCN1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love elephants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka1zlRvsI/AAAAAAAABhE/nETFWBYLFK4/s1600/DSCN1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546493927765425858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka1zlRvsI/AAAAAAAABhE/nETFWBYLFK4/s320/DSCN1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; "racing the cheetah" to earn money to save the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cheetahs&lt;/span&gt; in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkXPHkdLOI/AAAAAAAABgE/UocZnifyq-Q/s1600/DSCN1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546489964580908258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkXPHkdLOI/AAAAAAAABgE/UocZnifyq-Q/s320/DSCN1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom helping prep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and Tanner for petting the sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkWXTNSiLI/AAAAAAAABf8/Hozm3Ngka3w/s1600/DSCN1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546489005632293042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkWXTNSiLI/AAAAAAAABf8/Hozm3Ngka3w/s320/DSCN1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; petting the dog sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkdIDABnaI/AAAAAAAABhk/VRHC3F_d-PU/s1600/DSCN1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546496440165047714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkdIDABnaI/AAAAAAAABhk/VRHC3F_d-PU/s320/DSCN1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home we had ice cream cake and presents from Grandparents. He loved the shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkgkDM7FpI/AAAAAAAABhs/MPOQM_GkaG8/s1600/DSCN1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546500219790366354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPkgkDM7FpI/AAAAAAAABhs/MPOQM_GkaG8/s320/DSCN1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; attempting to eat ice cream cake and talk on the phone to grandma at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5038809647370874378?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5038809647370874378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5038809647370874378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5038809647370874378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5038809647370874378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/jaroms-b-day-at-zoo.html' title='Jarom&apos;s B-day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPka1jApxHI/AAAAAAAABg8/U5w8teRGWDI/s72-c/DSCN1642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-637087647547159390</id><published>2010-12-01T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:21:27.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles Brewing . . . .</title><content type='html'>Before we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;, Indiana people warned us about the tornadoes and the flash floods. Boy were they not kidding. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGWaIxx7I/AAAAAAAABf0/QCTExlVcGdg/s1600/IMG00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGWaIxx7I/AAAAAAAABf0/QCTExlVcGdg/s320/IMG00260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546119554405615538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what is looked like outside our house when the tornado sirens went off. When they go off you are suppose to go to a safe place like a bathroom, basement or the hallways of the school. We go to our basement/playroom and have a great time with snacks, toys and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGMmEcg8I/AAAAAAAABfs/DKaq9LnrI4Q/s1600/IMG00263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGMmEcg8I/AAAAAAAABfs/DKaq9LnrI4Q/s320/IMG00263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546119385809978306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 minutes after the sirens started this is what the sky looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGEjXiyuI/AAAAAAAABfk/UcZZHnXMGuU/s1600/IMG00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGEjXiyuI/AAAAAAAABfk/UcZZHnXMGuU/s320/IMG00264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546119247645821666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7.5 minutes after the sirens started the last of the blue sky is disappearing and the winds are picking up and the rain starts!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfF5gg7HxI/AAAAAAAABfc/lfnNsZ6dUbI/s1600/IMG00292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfF5gg7HxI/AAAAAAAABfc/lfnNsZ6dUbI/s320/IMG00292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546119057901297426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It pours rain and then a few minutes later funnel clouds start forming and then we really run to go to the basement. About 20 minutes after the sirens started its clear skies again. Bizarre huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-637087647547159390?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/637087647547159390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=637087647547159390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/637087647547159390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/637087647547159390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/troubles-brewing.html' title='Troubles Brewing . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfGWaIxx7I/AAAAAAAABf0/QCTExlVcGdg/s72-c/IMG00260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4920416594842603211</id><published>2010-12-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:05:26.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Monroe and Picnics</title><content type='html'>While Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Kip (Dave's parents) were here we also went to Lake Monroe for a picnic and to throw rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCc4rFE5I/AAAAAAAABes/3mhOVxq9CHE/s1600/DSCN1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCc4rFE5I/AAAAAAAABes/3mhOVxq9CHE/s320/DSCN1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546115267635254162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake Monroe is HUGE and has tons of little branching arms to explore. Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma in the no wake zone getting ready for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCcalGWPI/AAAAAAAABek/DPZ8aOP8fGc/s1600/DSCN1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCcalGWPI/AAAAAAAABek/DPZ8aOP8fGc/s320/DSCN1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546115259557107954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; at lake Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCdRR9KeI/AAAAAAAABe0/9C9ArWyeK1M/s1600/DSCN1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCfbKeaQI/AAAAAAAABe8/jdxjZQbAfnY/s1600/DSCN1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCfbKeaQI/AAAAAAAABe8/jdxjZQbAfnY/s320/DSCN1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546115311253481730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just skipped a rock 3 times!! AWESOME. Beat that dad!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCdRR9KeI/AAAAAAAABe0/9C9ArWyeK1M/s1600/DSCN1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCdRR9KeI/AAAAAAAABe0/9C9ArWyeK1M/s320/DSCN1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546115274240764386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave has been piddling with our camera trying to get it to take close ups of nature. He is one of his favorites from our trip to the Lake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4920416594842603211?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4920416594842603211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4920416594842603211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4920416594842603211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4920416594842603211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/lake-monroe-and-picnics.html' title='Lake Monroe and Picnics'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPfCc4rFE5I/AAAAAAAABes/3mhOVxq9CHE/s72-c/DSCN1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7977298954329419421</id><published>2010-12-01T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:51:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy 500</title><content type='html'>What does Indiana have that no one else does? If you are into professional racing you know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE INDY 500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcaziJIShI/AAAAAAAABdM/ybP-Vb5yn-8/s1600/DSCN1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcaziJIShI/AAAAAAAABdM/ybP-Vb5yn-8/s320/DSCN1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545930938770803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The official race is on Sunday and cost almost $150.00/ ticket for the  nose bleed section but the Saturday before is the time trials where  every car gets to go solo on the track and then the top 9 times get the  first 9 spots in the race. It was SO much fun we cannot wait to go next  year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPca47arMDI/AAAAAAAABdU/GLUTl2btYHc/s1600/DSCN1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPca47arMDI/AAAAAAAABdU/GLUTl2btYHc/s320/DSCN1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545931031454625842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hung out at turn #1. Here you can see the straight away and the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdQsrUdOI/AAAAAAAABeU/LdxVCGc69Hc/s1600/DSCN1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdQsrUdOI/AAAAAAAABeU/LdxVCGc69Hc/s320/DSCN1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545933638838023394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's dad is really, really, really, really, really, really, and I mean REALLY into racing. He usually piddles around and cannot keep up if we go anywhere. But we were the ones who couldn't keep up with him as we were going into the race track!! So really that man can move if he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPca5gbFgtI/AAAAAAAABdk/1xFoWPN92pw/s1600/DSCN1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPca5gbFgtI/AAAAAAAABdk/1xFoWPN92pw/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545931041388462802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cars in the pit getting ready to RACE. This is Danica Patrick's team. In neon green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdQIDWxnI/AAAAAAAABeE/cEikDig0sUE/s1600/DSCN1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdQIDWxnI/AAAAAAAABeE/cEikDig0sUE/s320/DSCN1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545933629006726770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danica Patrick's speed. 225.234, 224.876, 224.001, 223.920. She was pretty slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdQS2OIzI/AAAAAAAABeM/HXVsEvYpVmU/s1600/DSCN1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdQS2OIzI/AAAAAAAABeM/HXVsEvYpVmU/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545933631904424754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was booing when she was driving by, I did not know why until she was interviewed after her race. She blamed her poor scores on her pit crew. She took no responsibility for her bad driving. I booed her too!! Poor loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdRMcu3VI/AAAAAAAABec/MOk8WchtYNc/s1600/DSCN1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcdRMcu3VI/AAAAAAAABec/MOk8WchtYNc/s320/DSCN1555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545933647366774098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was happy as long as he had food and drinks and could sit by Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPca5M5emhI/AAAAAAAABdc/OZZtRs4FDEo/s1600/DSCN1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPca5M5emhI/AAAAAAAABdc/OZZtRs4FDEo/s320/DSCN1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545931036147227154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheering for the number one car!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7977298954329419421?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7977298954329419421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7977298954329419421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7977298954329419421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7977298954329419421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/indy-500.html' title='Indy 500'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcaziJIShI/AAAAAAAABdM/ybP-Vb5yn-8/s72-c/DSCN1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3180547007857253480</id><published>2010-12-01T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:56:59.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chior Concert</title><content type='html'>This past semester &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; has been a member of Indiana University Children's Choir. They have a concert every semester. Here are a few pictures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; first concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcXzu1msbI/AAAAAAAABc8/ACQCcSxhVtY/s1600/IMG00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcXzu1msbI/AAAAAAAABc8/ACQCcSxhVtY/s320/IMG00240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545927643643687346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are all of the performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcXz-izKzI/AAAAAAAABdE/ixtv4R9tja0/s1600/IMG00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcXz-izKzI/AAAAAAAABdE/ixtv4R9tja0/s320/IMG00242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545927647859780402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find him in this very blurry picture? (We need a new camera-BAD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: first row, second from the right. The tall blond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3180547007857253480?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3180547007857253480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3180547007857253480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3180547007857253480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3180547007857253480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chior-concert.html' title='Chior Concert'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPcXzu1msbI/AAAAAAAABc8/ACQCcSxhVtY/s72-c/IMG00240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3311767654724481364</id><published>2010-11-30T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:27:32.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from Bloomington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXB9qMvSwI/AAAAAAAABcs/m0dOkvpMr90/s1600/IMG00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545551781220535042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXB9qMvSwI/AAAAAAAABcs/m0dOkvpMr90/s320/IMG00213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few pictures of Bloomington in all its "Bloom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXB9KvYG5I/AAAAAAAABck/RTQu9dNr880/s1600/IMG00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545551772775881618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXB9KvYG5I/AAAAAAAABck/RTQu9dNr880/s320/IMG00211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite scents is Honeysuckle. And it grows wild here. YUM. It blows through our house if we leave the windows open in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBqjL7ZDI/AAAAAAAABcc/-pCO-Dou9ak/s1600/IMG00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545551452920570930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBqjL7ZDI/AAAAAAAABcc/-pCO-Dou9ak/s320/IMG00249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarom playing in a stream by our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBqAi8IcI/AAAAAAAABcU/Kzz4NuxJKLk/s1600/IMG00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545551443621847490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBqAi8IcI/AAAAAAAABcU/Kzz4NuxJKLk/s320/IMG00256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking on the Clear Creek Trail. Honeysuckle all over this trail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBpqccB-I/AAAAAAAABcM/2Qc3TXo0N5g/s1600/IMG00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545551437688997858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBpqccB-I/AAAAAAAABcM/2Qc3TXo0N5g/s320/IMG00254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beginning of the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBpVMZRdI/AAAAAAAABcE/ZQUym8QSFGM/s1600/IMG00252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545551431984563666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBpVMZRdI/AAAAAAAABcE/ZQUym8QSFGM/s320/IMG00252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old walking bridges!! One of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBEpsEqgI/AAAAAAAABb8/sn9DiMoHwdY/s1600/IMG00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545550801830980098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBEpsEqgI/AAAAAAAABb8/sn9DiMoHwdY/s320/IMG00231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake Monroe by our house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBEOihF1I/AAAAAAAABb0/8PoJ8ObKpcE/s1600/IMG00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545550794543142738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBEOihF1I/AAAAAAAABb0/8PoJ8ObKpcE/s320/IMG00230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBDwu6wkI/AAAAAAAABbs/sF0kyOgFAug/s1600/IMG00229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545550786542092866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBDwu6wkI/AAAAAAAABbs/sF0kyOgFAug/s320/IMG00229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trails all through Bloomington. Horse trails, running, walking, hiking, any trail you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBDa4r5nI/AAAAAAAABbk/IxnMibNFfiM/s1600/IMG00226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545550780677482098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXBDa4r5nI/AAAAAAAABbk/IxnMibNFfiM/s320/IMG00226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of lake Monroe!! Its HUGE. Cannot wait to post pictures of our boating and tubing trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry some of the pictures are so fuzzy- Dave finally cleaned the lens on his phone.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3311767654724481364?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3311767654724481364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3311767654724481364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3311767654724481364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3311767654724481364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/11/scenes-from-bloomington.html' title='Scenes from Bloomington'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPXB9qMvSwI/AAAAAAAABcs/m0dOkvpMr90/s72-c/IMG00213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1045010519167784966</id><published>2010-11-30T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:26:29.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!!</title><content type='html'>We did not think that the Prophet would mind us using our time wisely. . . . listening to General Conference and coloring eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW-7Qv2WSI/AAAAAAAABbc/BIrJBDTnKpo/s1600/IMG00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545548441493854498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW-7Qv2WSI/AAAAAAAABbc/BIrJBDTnKpo/s320/IMG00194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was super fun because I made HUGE baskets for Dave and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and then made a long, treasure hunt with clues and everything. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; led him to a new bike with his Easter basket hanging from the handle bars. I got new kitchen towels and a DVD. Dave got oodles of candy and 36 new tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW-7JkY7hI/AAAAAAAABbU/KQGQJzT0ytI/s1600/IMG00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545548439566741010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW-7JkY7hI/AAAAAAAABbU/KQGQJzT0ytI/s320/IMG00193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and Mom coloring hard boiled eggs for Peter Cottontail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1045010519167784966?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1045010519167784966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1045010519167784966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1045010519167784966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1045010519167784966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/11/easter.html' title='Easter!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW-7Qv2WSI/AAAAAAAABbc/BIrJBDTnKpo/s72-c/IMG00194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-8771012797474945325</id><published>2010-11-30T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:19:04.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our soccer boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9nawL9aI/AAAAAAAABbM/RzzY3F0ADJ8/s1600/DSCN1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9nawL9aI/AAAAAAAABbM/RzzY3F0ADJ8/s320/DSCN1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545547001070613922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; wanted to try soccer again at our local YMCA. He did better than our first attempt. This time we actually ran on the field instead of sitting in the goalie's box!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9mxFebMI/AAAAAAAABbE/s95U0L3GSn8/s1600/DSCN1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9mxFebMI/AAAAAAAABbE/s95U0L3GSn8/s320/DSCN1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545546989885615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We actually got to touch the ball (Nobody needs to know that it was only during warm ups!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9meIi9tI/AAAAAAAABa8/o_-JP7OXVy8/s1600/DSCN1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9meIi9tI/AAAAAAAABa8/o_-JP7OXVy8/s320/DSCN1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545546984798222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tall "little"boy!! Everyone on the field was 6 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9lwbhCpI/AAAAAAAABa0/jr0L70YUfgo/s1600/DSCN1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9lwbhCpI/AAAAAAAABa0/jr0L70YUfgo/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545546972529756818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could definitely tell who the Hispanic kids were- they were awesome even on the 4 year old field!!! Our proudest moment as parents this soccer season was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; got hit in the face while playing goalie!! His team won thanks to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-8771012797474945325?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8771012797474945325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=8771012797474945325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8771012797474945325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8771012797474945325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-soccer-boy.html' title='Our soccer boy.'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW9nawL9aI/AAAAAAAABbM/RzzY3F0ADJ8/s72-c/DSCN1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4869518517351400791</id><published>2010-11-30T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:09:47.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Nauvoo (I know back in April!!)</title><content type='html'>I know, I know everyone hold your breath the Hardy's have finally posted a blog!! I think its been awhile and guess what? We are going to try to do several every day over the next few days as we update you on our last, I don't know, SIX months. Sorry but here our some highlights from April!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW5sHG47JI/AAAAAAAABas/lcYrOc27xEQ/s1600/DSCN1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW5sHG47JI/AAAAAAAABas/lcYrOc27xEQ/s320/DSCN1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545542683649961106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarom helping to make bread with a real fire and brick stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW5rr5f6LI/AAAAAAAABak/fvSbqELt-xQ/s1600/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW5rr5f6LI/AAAAAAAABak/fvSbqELt-xQ/s320/DSCN1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545542676346038450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom churning butter in the kitchen! They also gave us homemade ginger bread men!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW47THtj3I/AAAAAAAABac/aIub0KIsIvc/s1600/DSCN1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW47THtj3I/AAAAAAAABac/aIub0KIsIvc/s320/DSCN1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545541845061046130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nauvoo store back in Joseph Smith's era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW463snG8I/AAAAAAAABaU/Wk0G8vrx840/s1600/DSCN1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW463snG8I/AAAAAAAABaU/Wk0G8vrx840/s320/DSCN1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545541837699619778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Rebekah came with us! We went on a carriage ride pulled by these two horses. It rained and poured the entire time. We got to use blankets from Nauvoo and Jarom got knocked off the back we the horses started. Ooops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW420w81aI/AAAAAAAABaM/yzdr-uilaQo/s1600/DSCN1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW420w81aI/AAAAAAAABaM/yzdr-uilaQo/s320/DSCN1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545541768193037730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A blacksmith missionary teaching us how to make prairie diamonds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW40z2DZsI/AAAAAAAABaE/LSvEtXUuSNA/s1600/DSCN1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW40z2DZsI/AAAAAAAABaE/LSvEtXUuSNA/s320/DSCN1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545541733586265794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebekah and Jarom outside the blacksmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW40RoIPeI/AAAAAAAABZ8/M6Sgh0dXPow/s1600/DSCN1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW40RoIPeI/AAAAAAAABZ8/M6Sgh0dXPow/s320/DSCN1505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545541724401057250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nauvoo Temple. We stayed at a local hotel and ate a buffet lunch at the Nauvoo hotel. It was awesome!!! Thanks a ton Rebekah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3hA6VVnI/AAAAAAAABZ0/JlcYo6qsdXQ/s1600/DSCN1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3hA6VVnI/AAAAAAAABZ0/JlcYo6qsdXQ/s320/DSCN1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545540293984867954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom pointing out the boats that the early Saints used to cross the Mississippi River in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3gXfsKiI/AAAAAAAABZs/uesLiNzpFLQ/s1600/DSCN1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3gXfsKiI/AAAAAAAABZs/uesLiNzpFLQ/s320/DSCN1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545540282867264034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom throwing rocks into the river. This river was HUGE and even had waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3gJ0cbfI/AAAAAAAABZk/HvhUdmHqBgk/s1600/DSCN1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3gJ0cbfI/AAAAAAAABZk/HvhUdmHqBgk/s320/DSCN1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545540279196216818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom posing by the brothers. Oh, to have a love like they did for each other in our own families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3fitcL1I/AAAAAAAABZc/Bk089-QuMpI/s1600/DSCN1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3fitcL1I/AAAAAAAABZc/Bk089-QuMpI/s320/DSCN1475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545540268697857874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom in Carthage Jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3fFyJoBI/AAAAAAAABZU/hjZ6P2Be8RM/s1600/DSCN1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW3fFyJoBI/AAAAAAAABZU/hjZ6P2Be8RM/s320/DSCN1477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545540260932984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarom looking into Carthage Jail. Oh Praise to the Man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4869518517351400791?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4869518517351400791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4869518517351400791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4869518517351400791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4869518517351400791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-nauvoo-i-know-back-in-april.html' title='Trip to Nauvoo (I know back in April!!)'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/TPW5sHG47JI/AAAAAAAABas/lcYrOc27xEQ/s72-c/DSCN1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2262439507105781090</id><published>2010-07-31T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:23:38.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!!</title><content type='html'>Okay the Hardy's are still alive!! I know many of you think that we have vanished off the face of the earth. But don't worry we are still alive and kicking. Below is a Reader's Digest list of all we have been up to these last 3 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Rebekah came to visit and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break- hotel in Indy and finding a Red Robin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending an adoption conference in Indy&lt;br /&gt;Major thunderstorms and tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; finished1st grade&lt;br /&gt;Building a flower retaining wall, garden &amp;amp; herb boxes and raising aspects of our yard&lt;br /&gt;Moving over 4,000lbs of rock, gravel and soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; first cavity filled&lt;br /&gt;Dave finishing his first year as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ph&lt;/span&gt;.D student and not being able to find any classes for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Driving range and golfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a Siberian Husky puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Swim Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;Getting a Indy zoo membership and using it almost every week!!&lt;br /&gt;watching 3 other little boys- I LOVE LITTLE BOYS!! Wish they were all mine&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;Ballard Locks with a college roommate and eating Thai food&lt;br /&gt;Point Defiance Zoo &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt; with Dave's sister's family!!&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Temple ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;Tacoma Children's Museum&lt;br /&gt;Games and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BBQs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;designing vinyl lettering!!&lt;br /&gt;Seattle underground tour&lt;br /&gt;Playgrounds&lt;br /&gt;Family drama and offending every member of my family&lt;br /&gt;Fixing brakes in the Audi&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, Our Frenching going bald and expensive trips to the vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New church callings (Dave- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YMs&lt;/span&gt; and Susan- Stake Librarian)&lt;br /&gt;Work 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July&lt;br /&gt;Putting up vinyl lettering around house&lt;br /&gt;Picking Black berries&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;3 cavities filled&lt;br /&gt;Fixing brakes on Tucson&lt;br /&gt;Going to Columbus, Ohio for a wedding and seeing Susan's parents again.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at hotel&lt;br /&gt;Finding the nicest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart ever!! (It was like walking into a Hilton Hotel!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Going to Cincinnati, Ohio for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Peds&lt;/span&gt; Trauma Conference.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a GPS (finally!!)&lt;br /&gt;Getting goats ready for fair&lt;br /&gt;Major car problems!!!&lt;br /&gt;Newport Aquarium in Kentucky/Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;Another trip to Red Robin!! (unlimited refills on Root beer floats)&lt;br /&gt;Work again&lt;br /&gt;Tons of produce from our garden!! (We love tomatoes and herbs!)&lt;br /&gt;Visit Pennsylvania for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;See great friends&lt;br /&gt;go to a Water park (Camel beach is the BEST water park in the world!)&lt;br /&gt;Produce Junction for cases of awesome food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure Aquarium&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia Zoo&lt;br /&gt;California Pizza Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Canning season (green beans, diced tomatoes, salsa, peaches!! and more to come)&lt;br /&gt;Pick Raspberries&lt;br /&gt;Pick more blackberries&lt;br /&gt;Go swimming at our neighborhood pool&lt;br /&gt;Hosting a baby shower!&lt;br /&gt;Hosting book club&lt;br /&gt;Working at the YMCA&lt;br /&gt;Root canal done on Dave, crown to follow in August&lt;br /&gt;Movies - Despicable Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Future plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; these next 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;Create a monthly menu&lt;br /&gt;go camping for 2-3 days&lt;br /&gt;go to Holiday world (amusement park)&lt;br /&gt;go swimming&lt;br /&gt;pick Raspberries&lt;br /&gt;Can blackberry jam, raspberry jam, and Strawberry jam&lt;br /&gt;make raspberry syrup&lt;br /&gt;can pears and apple butter&lt;br /&gt;can apple pie filling!&lt;br /&gt;Host book club movie night (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)&lt;br /&gt;Get the stake library ready&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for school to start&lt;br /&gt;Go on an overnight with husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that enough stuff? If anyone has another suggestion for what we should be up to let me know. Pictures and more details of the "fun" stuff to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hugs&gt;SUSAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2262439507105781090?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2262439507105781090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2262439507105781090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2262439507105781090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2262439507105781090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4048913162179333256</id><published>2010-05-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:20:30.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I haven't been blogging very much. Sorry. I have been working on so many, many different projects around the house. Here is a list of a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; taking wood 4 ft x 8ft x 1/2in. thick, cut, sand, prime, Kilz paint, paint either "Burning Bush" red, "Lemon Blush" yellow and "Sauteed Mushroom" tan. move furniture. measure walls... level... drill... anchor... screw. Measure boards twice... drill... screw... hang on the wall. (To be repeated 3 more times!!!) Find pictures and art or vinyl lettering to hand on painted boards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; Dig a huge hole in the clay in the front yard... level dirt... buy retaining wall stones... place in the ground... measure and level area... stand on stones... level again... repack or remove more clay to make it level... continue till all the stones are on the ground... jump on the stones... cut a stone in half...place on top of first layer of stones... measure and level... repeat for 3 layers. This builds a retaining wall 14 inches off the ground. fill with bags and bags and bags and bags and bags of soil!! (Which by the way are super heavy!! Who has ever heard about buying dirt?! I certainly never have!!) Then go to multiple greenhouses, nurseries, Wal-Mart, Lowes and Menards to find the perfect flowers! Plant, water and watch them grow!Re-water. Protect from the huge thunderstorms we have been getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; For Mother's Day, Dave, bought me an outdoor 2-person swing. So assemble... screw... hold.. . adjust... screw... tighten. RELAX!! It was a lot more tricky than that with a little helper!But we really, really love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt; Mother's Days gifts for sisters and mothers. wash... iron... measure... cut... pin... sew... Arrrrggg... unstitch... sew... cut... apply... sew... sew... sew... wrap... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(One day I will actually send them with thier cards!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 5-&lt;/span&gt;Decide to host family, friends and missionaries in the same week! But we need more yard space. Talk Dave into leveling out a 25-30 square food section on the back yard so we can put in a play gym for Jarom and our friend's kids. dig up ground... save the pieces to put back on top... shovel... shovel... shovel... shovel... shovel... dig... dig... shovel... go to the store and buy rocks!! (Who the heck buys rocks?!!) Get 40, sixty-pound bags into the car (almost break the suspension on our car)... carry around back and up a hill... sweat... breathe heavy... repeat thirty-nine times... cover with top soil (also needed to be bought in 20, forty-pound bags and carried around back, up a hill) Go get sod from a dumping area... place in car... avoid the worms... lug into the back yard... place over top soil which is on top of rocks. Get flood light so we can see in the dark... lay sod, stomp on rocks, top soil and sod. water. fertilize and water again. fill holes in sod with top soil, water and sprinkle grass seed... water. Pray for some rain at night and sun shiny days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6-&lt;/span&gt; Decide to start a vegetable garden and an herb garden. weed wack the honey suckle back. move clay/dirt around. consult with friends with gardens. get five 2in x 8in x 10 in boards to make 4x4 garden &amp;amp; 4x8 garden. get hardware to screws boards together. replace Dave's drill because it broke!  have 3 people carry boards around to the back yard. assemble... go to the store to buy soil... unload by carrying up hill in the rain to the back yard... buy cow manure to fertilize soil... learn that the soil is too moist and that you need sand and gravel to drain the garden so it doesn't rot. Go back to the store get more fillers so the garden can drain... head to the nursery to check plants... nursery closed come back in the morning. get more garden soil, cow manure, compost, gravel and sand. Carry each bag individually into the back yard in the pouring rain... again and again... and again... 8 loads to the hardware store. Almost break the suspension in the car-again. (we need a truck!) carry more bags and bags and bags. Get soaked and filthy dirty. Go faster so I can take a shower before going to work! And hopefully we can plant tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7-&lt;/span&gt;Its thundering cats and dogs! Wait another day to fill the boxes and plant! In the mean time, clean out the basement and reorganize our food storage. Help a friend remove 4 truck loads of boxes that we were storing for them in our basement. Remember some of the things that we had behind the boxes! Organize the basement closet. Dejunk. move storage shelves. call friends to ask if they want some super nice stuff that we are getting rid of. fill extra storage bins. label and stack on the closet! Find out that I actually have 2 1/2 crates of baby stuff. Yeah!!! vacuum. Goal for the summer- re-evaluate food storage and find out what we need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8-&lt;/span&gt; Its finally cloudy and not raining. fill the garden boxes. lay out preen (prevents weed growth). lay the boxes on the preen. evaluate if we want to move them. cut a few holes into the preen where the tomatoes will be. open the gravel bags. dump into boxes. spread around to cover the base of the boxes. Pour 12 bags of sand over the gravel. pat down. patch holes on the sides. open bags and bags of composted manure, more bags, and bags, and bags and bags, and bags of top soil, open and pour bags and bags, and bags of garden soil, and some cow manure. mix all together. level out at the top of the boxes. sprint inside and take a shower- Visiting teaching in 10 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10-&lt;/span&gt; drive to a friend's house. borrow clippers to prune tree growing into air conditioner. hack, cut, clip, hack... hack... hack... clip... pull... pull harder.... yank. Finally. no ore leaves or branches in the air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4048913162179333256?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4048913162179333256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4048913162179333256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4048913162179333256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4048913162179333256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/05/projects.html' title='Projects!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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-8824162293138337057.post-302562419592534164</id><published>2010-05-17T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:07:45.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here fish-y . . . fish-y . . . fish-y. . . .</title><content type='html'>So Jarom has been begging me over and over to have salmon. What little 6-year old begs their mom for salmon? Well, Jarom does. So I hunkered down and bought some Wild Alaskan salmon fillets from Costco the last time I was there. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Almost broke our budget!!)&lt;/span&gt; But hey when you only have one child who is asking for something healthy who wouldn't buy just about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made this salmon for him when we got home. He took one bite and raised his nose to the air and said, "Mmmmm, mom, how can God make something so good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost choked on the piece of salmon I was eating. I tried so hard not to laugh and explained to him that it was because he was a child of God. I had to come up with something spiritually building! But seriously, the things he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another fish story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall, while I was working as an nurse practitioner, we had some friends in the ward who watched Jarom after school for a few hours before Dave got home. It worked out great because their daughter is also in first grade and they ride the same bus. So theirare people to play with and its close to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one night the mom had made salmon for herself and husband and hamburger helper for Jarom and her two children &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she thought they wouldn't want the fish).&lt;/span&gt; However, when Jarom saw they were having salmon that is what he asked for. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(He has never had hamburger helper before)&lt;/span&gt; Well, when her two kids saw Jarom eating the salmon that is what they wanted too! Needless the say, the kids ate the salmon while the parents suffered through hamburger helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-302562419592534164?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/302562419592534164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=302562419592534164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/302562419592534164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/302562419592534164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-fish-y-fish-y-fish-y.html' title='Here fish-y . . . fish-y . . . fish-y. . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4317293162451321333</id><published>2010-03-31T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:00:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such as tender heart</title><content type='html'>So Jarom's latest fascination has been with dolphins and whales. Everything he talks, plays and reads about lives in the ocean. So I thought it would be kind of cool to watch &lt;em&gt;Free Willy&lt;/em&gt; with him via Netflix streaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454963331239816402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7PsP4VUrNI/AAAAAAAABYM/cN7_3MNgBwM/s200/Killer_Whale_Jumping%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Jarom LOVED it. He was doing signs while Jesse, the main character, was doing them for Willy. He was making the noises Willy makes and even thinking up new signs for tricks for his toy dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was totally baffled when near the end of the show, after Willy jumps the wall to be free, I look over at Jarom and see him sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454963339410885442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7PsQWxdS0I/AAAAAAAABYU/cAJ3J5oBxvQ/s200/whale_killer_orca_breach%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge fat tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was so upset he could hardly talk. I ask him what's wrong. He barely chokes out, "He will never get to see him again." Okay so I was a little emotional at this point too. I cuddle him close for awhile till he settles down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 15 minutes later in bed. I hear this soft sob. I go to check on Jarom and he is crying about Jesse not getting to see Willy again. Its then that I broke down and told him that Jesse does get to see Willy again in &lt;em&gt;Free Willy 2&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness covers his face! Thank you Warner Brothers for making at least one sequel that makes someone elated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454967286421086018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7Pv2GiBX0I/AAAAAAAABYs/FAYmxOQd3O8/s200/Killer_Whale%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4317293162451321333?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4317293162451321333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4317293162451321333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4317293162451321333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4317293162451321333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/03/such-as-tender-heart.html' title='Such as tender heart'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7PsP4VUrNI/AAAAAAAABYM/cN7_3MNgBwM/s72-c/Killer_Whale_Jumping%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1408768557192215644</id><published>2010-03-31T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:41:43.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7PpjtoTUDI/AAAAAAAABYE/imEwRCVjBVE/s1600/child_praying_908%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454960373429129266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7PpjtoTUDI/AAAAAAAABYE/imEwRCVjBVE/s400/child_praying_908%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(FYI-This isn't Jarom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day we finished reading the Book of Mormon as a family. We had family prayer and then I stayed on the ground while Jarom said his own prayer. During his prayer I just rested my heads on my hands and bowed my head on the side of the bed. At the completion of his prayer (He says them quietly to himself) he says to me "Mom, did you pray that the Book of Mormon was true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I have before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom responded "Well I just did. And I feel happy and warm inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, be still my heart. I love this boy. I am so, so glad that some FHE lesson and all of our family time together, lessons, church, scripture study and family prayers are being comprehended, at least a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1408768557192215644?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1408768557192215644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1408768557192215644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1408768557192215644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1408768557192215644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayer.html' title='The prayer'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S7PpjtoTUDI/AAAAAAAABYE/imEwRCVjBVE/s72-c/child_praying_908%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6427616185738570462</id><published>2010-03-24T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:38:16.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>We needed a break from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;! So we hit the road- north bound to Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6ppFarf4bI/AAAAAAAABX0/KNV424hZdUM/s1600/420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452285840667435442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6ppFarf4bI/AAAAAAAABX0/KNV424hZdUM/s400/420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Safety first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452285849414607506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6ppF7Q_IpI/AAAAAAAABX8/J4fG34HVPck/s400/421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to get a hotel in Indy for one night over spring break! It was super nice. Brand new= cheap deal!! We played games, went swimming in an indoor pool and whirl pool, read, watched cartoons, and had a great breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452285829590756082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6ppExanKvI/AAAAAAAABXs/kgI9GhYAsuw/s400/419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner we found Red Robin and enjoyed bottomless steak fries!! We haven't had that goodness in over 4 years! &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/8824162293138337057-6427616185738570462?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6427616185738570462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6427616185738570462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6427616185738570462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6427616185738570462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6ppFarf4bI/AAAAAAAABX0/KNV424hZdUM/s72-c/420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-550482455702101650</id><published>2010-03-24T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:27:24.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion and and Tigers and  . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. . . DOLPHINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, oh my!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For spring break we decided to head to the Indianapolis Zoo!! They have a great Oceans exhibits. We spent time watching the seals sunbathe. We chased "Dory" fish all over the tanks. We got to pet sharks!!! Play with the penguins and pray with the walrus. And we got to observe dolphins chasing and playing with each other from the middle of the tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452280845308861458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pkiphNHBI/AAAAAAAABXk/lOHHWrMgiJs/s320/322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452280836847068082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pkiJ_wY7I/AAAAAAAABXc/b_uRTA9hkUg/s320/324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452280825924822674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pkhhTsJpI/AAAAAAAABXU/5QVWRpU1db4/s320/332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452279229341199778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pjElkfbaI/AAAAAAAABXM/M4lmQFc4DMY/s320/334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452279220115321218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pjEDM3sYI/AAAAAAAABXE/lkB5zvlE58g/s320/335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452279211559072226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pjDjU5seI/AAAAAAAABW8/ytTBr7CPBEw/s320/337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452279206370306626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pjDP_zakI/AAAAAAAABW0/qY9B-7v-388/s320/349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the desert exhibit with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meerkats&lt;/span&gt;, tortoises and snakes. But Jarom was very, very disappointed they did not have any crocodiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276464261383186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pgjo2FxBI/AAAAAAAABWk/tVoyvEFeRD8/s320/353.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452279196537249746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pjCrXa39I/AAAAAAAABWs/8AflcdaYDYA/s320/355.JPG" /&gt; One of my favorites is the African Plains exhibits with Elephants, Baboons Rhinos and Giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276430280954690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pghqQhk0I/AAAAAAAABWE/E1fPcIONS9U/s320/379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276437654985330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pgiFuoWnI/AAAAAAAABWM/FKAsDbB2Pf0/s320/374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276448271554706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pgitR0WJI/AAAAAAAABWU/_1hw1lXwsy4/s320/369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276457201261362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pgjOi02zI/AAAAAAAABWc/85cpoMNqniI/s320/359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick picnic lunch and a playground run we went to a dolphin show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdHLJiy9I/AAAAAAAABV8/rkUafvR9hCc/s1600/383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452272676718693330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdHLJiy9I/AAAAAAAABV8/rkUafvR9hCc/s320/383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incredible!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdFhN4oZI/AAAAAAAABVs/uTP9DzuERKo/s1600/392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452272648282743186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdFhN4oZI/AAAAAAAABVs/uTP9DzuERKo/s320/392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdGqZDSRI/AAAAAAAABV0/Y8kHDry21Nc/s1600/389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452272667925367058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdGqZDSRI/AAAAAAAABV0/Y8kHDry21Nc/s320/389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did so many cool "behaviors"! Dolphins are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; new favorite animal!! Ever since we went to the zoo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; has been fascinated with Dolphins. Sleeps with them, reads about them, "talks" like them, eats like them, makes us new signs for trick they can do and even did show and tell about them! He has a animal report due in April, guess what animal he is doing it on? Dolphins. He no longer wants to be a pilot when we grows up, he wants to be a dolphin trainer. I told him he needs more swimming lessons. We hope to take him to swim with the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdFXt1qLI/AAAAAAAABVk/45qfP-dHfCw/s1600/395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452272645732411570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdFXt1qLI/AAAAAAAABVk/45qfP-dHfCw/s320/395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdEtM-5TI/AAAAAAAABVc/QL-yNECUmY4/s1600/398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452272634320315698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pdEtM-5TI/AAAAAAAABVc/QL-yNECUmY4/s320/398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we went down and talked with one of the trainers for about 30 minutes! We learned so many cool things about dolphins! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; standing in front of the tank. The bubble in the dome where we observed the dolphins from under the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZUjsTnMI/AAAAAAAABVM/2Wawa-taquE/s1600/406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452268508598738114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZUjsTnMI/AAAAAAAABVM/2Wawa-taquE/s320/406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZVDSglRI/AAAAAAAABVU/02yvoQXKTi8/s1600/404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452268517080470802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZVDSglRI/AAAAAAAABVU/02yvoQXKTi8/s320/404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a little jaunt in the Forests exhibits to see the tigers and bears! I love Tigers too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZTsXXhbI/AAAAAAAABU8/PsXXPO8G_20/s1600/412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452268493746963890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZTsXXhbI/AAAAAAAABU8/PsXXPO8G_20/s320/412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZUKavT-I/AAAAAAAABVE/Gzw8fQWQjV0/s1600/408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452268501814169570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZUKavT-I/AAAAAAAABVE/Gzw8fQWQjV0/s320/408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I decided if we ever get to build our own Kingdom there would be lots of tigers and dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZTPYPv8I/AAAAAAAABU0/tPQqjrxHxps/s1600/414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452268485966020546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pZTPYPv8I/AAAAAAAABU0/tPQqjrxHxps/s320/414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved our trip to the zoo and hope to get a membership one day! So we can see lots more dolphin shows! If anyone has any information about swimming with dolphins let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-550482455702101650?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/550482455702101650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=550482455702101650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/550482455702101650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/550482455702101650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Lion and and Tigers and  . . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S6pkiphNHBI/AAAAAAAABXk/lOHHWrMgiJs/s72-c/322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7556482544253898648</id><published>2010-03-04T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:38:37.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale as old as time . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>Dave spoiled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; and I last night at took us to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isney's&lt;/span&gt; Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast: The Broadway Musical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444969575624196418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq-vfjwUI/AAAAAAAABUc/tnrlf_4qq8M/s400/DSCN1358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; took this picture of our billfold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq-IiFA-I/AAAAAAAABUU/U_fgv7THxvA/s1600-h/DSCN1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444969565165781986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq-IiFA-I/AAAAAAAABUU/U_fgv7THxvA/s400/DSCN1357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have some of the best balcony seats!!! You can see the enchanted rose on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq9gCptSI/AAAAAAAABUM/1LWWLA6Wl7I/s1600-h/DSCN1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444969554296550690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq9gCptSI/AAAAAAAABUM/1LWWLA6Wl7I/s400/DSCN1363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444974668670087074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5BvnMkUr6I/AAAAAAAABUs/ZBCe4m-pqA4/s400/DSCN1360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; was just thrilled to be here. He read the whole program to me before the show started and sang parts of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444969539589004658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq8pQGXXI/AAAAAAAABT8/-mOYujBABjk/s400/DSCN1356.JPG" /&gt;We had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time!! I don't think that I have laughed that hard in a long time. My favorite scene was the "Gaston" song. They did this cool dance with beer mugs and banging them together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom's&lt;/span&gt; favorite scene was "Be Our Guest!!" That was incredible. Fireworks and gold streamers shot out from the sides of the theater! Everyone was awestruck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave's favorite was "Beauty and the Beast" and the ballroom waltz and dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444974662383806994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bvm1JjqhI/AAAAAAAABUk/DAOXOE7jT6w/s400/DSCN1348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also found the best Italian food in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;! Dave took us out to a "fancy" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; before the show to get us in the mood. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; was a perfect gentleman and ordered Crab Cakes, held still the entire time, spoke in a soft voice and used the napkin on his lap!! I was so proud!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We are training him to go on a cruise with us)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hug&gt;SUSAN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7556482544253898648?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7556482544253898648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7556482544253898648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7556482544253898648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7556482544253898648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/03/tale-as-old-as-time.html' title='A tale as old as time . . . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S5Bq-vfjwUI/AAAAAAAABUc/tnrlf_4qq8M/s72-c/DSCN1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2811693227476843217</id><published>2010-02-22T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:12:23.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day #6</title><content type='html'>Okay so out of the last 3 weeks we have had no less than 6 snow days- 2 per week. And although its nothing compared to the snow in Philly -21-36 inches (Which we wish we had enjoyed). Here are a few clips of what we did during all our extra free time and 8 inches of snow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441254999107070258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M4l7oYaTI/AAAAAAAABSc/7_TRosR-7fs/s320/DSCN1290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255012524060114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M4mtnPbdI/AAAAAAAABSk/eu8K3n6JNac/s320/DSCN1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the parking lot of Batchelor Middle School before sledding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255024482580322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M4naKX92I/AAAAAAAABS0/IVuK-t8wa2Q/s320/DSCN1291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan and Rawley Ficklin all warm and dry before hitting the slopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255017674600338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M4nAzOb5I/AAAAAAAABSs/TolZE-CwLoQ/s320/DSCN1301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooks Ficklin bundled from head to toe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441260319780789730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M9bor2XeI/AAAAAAAABTU/6dqUzJNJf_E/s320/DSCN1305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Ian Willis saying "Mommy, I cold, Mommy I cold, go home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441257486645310482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M62ubttBI/AAAAAAAABS8/SNjuDV6KhbE/s400/DSCN1293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarom tromping up the hill carrying his own sled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441260337174745730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M9cpe5EoI/AAAAAAAABTk/FC0Eg54HVzo/s320/DSCN1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love this hill because its in our back yard and the kids can carry everything up themselves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441265402843544466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4NCDgkcu5I/AAAAAAAABTs/ygQtBLpCbts/s400/DSCN1300_edited-3.jpg" /&gt;A picture of what was happening all at once on our hill. My nurse skills were on high alert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441265411132085794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4NCD_cl1iI/AAAAAAAABT0/cKBSh-_WnMc/s400/DSCN1309.JPG" /&gt;Rawley Ficklin and Alyssa Willis playing/sledding in one of those blue water barrels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441257497511964674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M63W6hsAI/AAAAAAAABTE/WYzQ-GFSJ1I/s400/DSCN1298_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;David Shelton, Jarom Hardy &amp;amp; Tanner Willis enjoying some snow fun! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It took me forever to get these 3 in a photo, one of them was always at the bottom of the hill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441257502674167890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M63qJSqFI/AAAAAAAABTM/CxchqcngwlY/s400/DSCN1302.JPG" /&gt;We really had a great set up with camping chairs and everything. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441260329265935810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M9cMBSNcI/AAAAAAAABTc/dDFvQXemIZE/s320/DSCN1307.JPG" /&gt;One more pictures of these two- Rawley and Alyssa. (Super cute and wonderful kids!! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would be ecstatic if my children turned out like these two)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: About 5 minutes after this was taken sweet Alyssa broke both of the bones in her forearm. Poor thing. A few days later we dropped off balloons and candy bars for her to get better soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2811693227476843217?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2811693227476843217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2811693227476843217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2811693227476843217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2811693227476843217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-6.html' title='Snow day #6'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M4l7oYaTI/AAAAAAAABSc/7_TRosR-7fs/s72-c/DSCN1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2813445503047798924</id><published>2010-02-22T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:13:30.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our growing girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several requests to put up some pictures of our "newest edition." Ellie is almost 6 months old. She is full of kisses (licks) and cuddles. Dave is proud of the few tricks that she has mastered recently- come, sit, roll over, shake and crawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441251012950347362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M096CjzmI/AAAAAAAABSU/X9HuVONQI4M/s320/DSCN1266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puppy love! What an adorable face. Its a face even Dave has grown to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441251006310916322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M09hTmIOI/AAAAAAAABSM/Rtc8fGZqjYc/s320/DSCN1263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought taking pictures of children were hard. Taking pictures of dogs is even harder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on just look at the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441251001373359410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M09O6Y_TI/AAAAAAAABSE/CKlcsEALbeA/s320/DSCN1260_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big yawn and now we are ready for bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250987965252530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M08c9pg7I/AAAAAAAABR8/3nunxvD1MYg/s320/DSCN1259_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favorite picture of her!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250975988089682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M07wWEg1I/AAAAAAAABR0/EmhwREqr8Ms/s320/DSCN1254_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ellie truly is a sweet heart (and she cuddles with me) at least &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;until I have a baby to cuddle she will. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2813445503047798924?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2813445503047798924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2813445503047798924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2813445503047798924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2813445503047798924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-growing-girl.html' title='Our growing girl!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4M096CjzmI/AAAAAAAABSU/X9HuVONQI4M/s72-c/DSCN1266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5100415414714934683</id><published>2010-02-22T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:41:05.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Too quiet. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every mother knows . . . . . when its quiet somethings wrong. A child's getting into something or doing something that is going to require extra cleaning. I have had many episodes of "Its too Quiet" which resulted in finding walls colored on, make-up all over Jarom's face, cookies and crackers missing, flooded bathrooms ect. While my last episode of "Its too Quiet" looked like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441169158464669234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4LqhWUZBjI/AAAAAAAABRo/xmP5q9X2EhE/s320/DSCN1240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441168768019407154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4LqKny_ITI/AAAAAAAABRI/gdOzYxIf0Cw/s320/DSCN1239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441168761223552690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4LqKOeunrI/AAAAAAAABRA/SMVmoVJC0pk/s320/DSCN1238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441168777063731442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4LqLJfUkPI/AAAAAAAABRQ/4qKJ_5WFSpc/s320/DSCN1241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441168789212911970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4LqL2v6WWI/AAAAAAAABRY/nQi3m6TyZcE/s320/DSCN1242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't be happier! I still have to watch out for stolen cookies and crackers though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5100415414714934683?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5100415414714934683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5100415414714934683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5100415414714934683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5100415414714934683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-too-quiet.html' title='Its Too quiet. . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S4LqhWUZBjI/AAAAAAAABRo/xmP5q9X2EhE/s72-c/DSCN1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3425224944214847519</id><published>2010-01-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:56:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this quote from a magazine ad for an international adoption agency. So I thought I would share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;She'll have your love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who cares if she doesn't have your eyes&lt;/span&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/8824162293138337057-3425224944214847519?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3425224944214847519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3425224944214847519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3425224944214847519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3425224944214847519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-for-thought_25.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-8488144970949664193</id><published>2010-01-22T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:45:42.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Court Sets Atheist Holy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a totally untrue ruling but I thought I was funny enough to share.               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      In Florida , an atheist created a case against the upcoming Easter and Passover Holy days.  He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians and Jews and observances of their holy days.  The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     The case was brought before a judge.  After listening to  the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring,"Case dismissed!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, How can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and others.  The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and  Hanukkah, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holidays.."        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do. Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant."      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance or holiday for atheists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        The judge said, "The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day. Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.'  Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that, if your client says there is no God, then he is a fool. Therefore, April 1st is his day. Court is adjourned."       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love a judge that knows his scriptures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-8488144970949664193?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8488144970949664193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=8488144970949664193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8488144970949664193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8488144970949664193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/florida-court-sets-atheist-holy-day.html' title='Florida Court Sets Atheist Holy Day'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7023337223832660105</id><published>2010-01-21T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:13:40.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are OFFICIAL</title><content type='html'>On January 19, 2010 (13 months after we started working on this) we were FINALLY approved by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Family Services to adopt! Check us out and give us your opinions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Family Services address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.itsaboutlove.org/ial/profiles/22713086/ourMessage.jsf"&gt;https://www.itsaboutlove.org/ial/profiles/22713086/ourMessage.jsf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the left side tool bar to learn more about us and see a pictures of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, SUSAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7023337223832660105?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7023337223832660105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7023337223832660105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7023337223832660105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7023337223832660105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-official.html' title='We are OFFICIAL'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5705289588115257924</id><published>2010-01-16T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:49:48.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is  . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone to pay our dental bills. And all our other medical bills . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we did something crazy this week! We scheduled every apt we could for the same week. Dental apts, hair apts, vet apts, Ob-gyn apt. You name it we did it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave, Jarom and I finally had our first dentist apt. since moving to Bloomington. The office was great! Clean, nice, modern and hip. (I just pulled a name off our insurance provider list) They did many things on my teeth that I had never had before. Like: 18 individual x-rays and an entire panoramic x-ray. Digital camera pictures of my teeth. This cool laser light that tells you the risk of cavities in your teeth and a major in depth gum examination where actually read off my gum numbers. (lets talk about an eye opener)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But hey, even with insurance. Major OUCH on our bank account! Here's the break down from one day at the dentist office (please note: these costs are for future work and do not reflect cost for the inital examination).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave- (IU student insurance) They only pay $500.00/year. He needs 6 fillings replaced. And at least one crown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susan- (private insurance) They only pay for some preventative care. She needs 3 fillings (I have only had one cavity ever and in one visit they found 3!!!) She also needs some realignment of her teeth to help with her migraines. Which is $4,995.00 and of course insurance covers $0.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jarom- (private insurance) They pay for all of his preventative care. He needs 2 sealants. And one filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we are looking at over $7, 995.00 out of pocket expenses for dental care. OUCH!!! Man I wish we lived in Philly or at least by some friends of ours who just graduated as dentists. Any advice on what we should do? This kind of money doesn't grow on trees at the Hardy house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just increased the number of hours I work in the ER just so we can get on the hospital's insurance plan. More time for mom to be gone. I guess this is what it means to put your husband through school!! 3.5 years and counting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5705289588115257924?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5705289588115257924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5705289588115257924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5705289588115257924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5705289588115257924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is  . . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6925082365235526887</id><published>2010-01-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:35:02.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427388012626327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1H0pFbONeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/362HlVLovg0/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I love real trees!!! They make houses smell SO good. I love gold and red colors on my tree. And I love LIGHTS! We used 16 strands on this tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427380882743274962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HuKEiordI/AAAAAAAABPg/fb0_zpiOGFQ/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jarom and the girls waiting on the stairs to come down into the living room for stockings, a super great breakfast and the Christmas presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427380901500992002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HuLKa0ugI/AAAAAAAABPw/ifABPLNcV_0/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jarom's 6th Christmas. Even though we were all by ourselves we had a great time. Then mommy had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1H0oXSlOII/AAAAAAAABQA/DwgzduOX-hU/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427388000242055298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1H0oXSlOII/AAAAAAAABQA/DwgzduOX-hU/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jarom, Dave and Ellie opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HuKshXtzI/AAAAAAAABPo/9GbqHapSV7M/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427380893475387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HuKshXtzI/AAAAAAAABPo/9GbqHapSV7M/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas Susan!!! I have wanted a dog like this for about 5 years! Thanks Dave for giving me a sweet, cuddly present. Almost as good as a baby!!! Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427388010407969986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1H0o9KUxMI/AAAAAAAABQI/tESL9FE6gvM/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey Ellie girl! What an adorable bow!?! The girls got more in their stockings then Dave or I. I guess that's what happens when you individually wrap EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427380905336487890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HuLYtRv9I/AAAAAAAABP4/VLqGVgFbKm8/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jarom wrapped in an alphabet blanket from his aunt Rebekah!! He sleeps on it every night on our floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-6925082365235526887?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6925082365235526887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6925082365235526887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6925082365235526887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6925082365235526887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-dreaming-of-white.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1H0pFbONeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/362HlVLovg0/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1095780377189054479</id><published>2010-01-16T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:43:12.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So to celebrate Dave's first semester done we decided to go on another cruise. (And we couldn't beat the price!!) We went to Key West, Florida and Cozumel, Mexico on a 4-night cruise. It is was nice being together but sadly it rained or was cloudy almost the entire time!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427367565201639202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HiC41SByI/AAAAAAAABOg/xoKhbWfsQyk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave hanging out on the pool deck ready to leave Miami's clouds and rain for the Mexican sun and beaches.  We did lots of eating! Sushi bars, ice cream bars, healthy choices bars, stir-fry bar, breakfast bar, lunch buffet and grand restaurant dining! (PS: Their shrimp is to die for!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427367557267019906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HiCbRhWII/AAAAAAAABOY/GNs8_WsqeTo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Susan reading Marley and Me on the pool deck. We were so excited because our room was right below the pool deck but alas we did not get to spend very much time on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427370676980690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1Hk4BHOLKI/AAAAAAAABPQ/TdzIasyP35A/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not to be gross of give you too many details but this is where we spent much of our time. It was raining so much that we had to do something- so we caught up on some much needed sleep, read books, watch a movie or two and played games like checkers oh and ordered room service!  I love inside rooms!! SO dark! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427367571371456114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HiDP0R9nI/AAAAAAAABOo/FphINtzdlZY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Key West, there was a tropical storm. We literally walked in the pouring rain!!! Puddles 6  inches deeps or more. Thank goodness for sandals! I did not post those pictures! If you want to see them check them out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?page=3&amp;amp;aid=179931&amp;amp;id=708124415"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. But we did get some pictures by Highway 1. Which we drove on many times in Philly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427367576552722978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HiDjHl0iI/AAAAAAAABOw/ey_Pep6QuKs/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After Key West, we went to Cozumel, Mexico which is about 2 hours south of Cancun. We were so excited for our 3 reef snorkel (we even bought our own gear!!) and then lounging around on a beautiful beach. But alas it was another cloudy, windy day. We still went on our snorkel. It was FREEZING getting out of the water after being in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427367584824381154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HiEB7tTuI/AAAAAAAABO4/OaIOBgVIDzU/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We saw some amazing fish. There were big swells and all of the Chinese people on our boat got sick and ended up feeding the fishes!! One guy missed the side of the boat and we saw more of his lunch than we would have preferred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427370672840874066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1Hk3xsNmFI/AAAAAAAABPI/8bnVUjIDiTo/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in Cozumel only for 4 hours when it was light outside. So we hailed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cabby&lt;/span&gt; who took us all over and showed us the town. Thanks to Dave's great Spanish. They we went to a "authentic" Mexican restaurant. I got my favorite drink- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colada&lt;/span&gt; (Don't worry it's virgin!!!!!) We were serenaded by 3 singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427370682730151202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1Hk4Wh__SI/AAAAAAAABPY/hZW-0wNpRlI/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is some Aztec artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427370665994181410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1Hk3YL1WyI/AAAAAAAABPA/bwAmmN14oOk/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was cold! A mind numbing 74 degrees. All the locals were wearing winter coats. We were in t-shirts!! A Christmas parade occurred while we were there. Santa rode a fire engine and threw candy in the street. In the plaza there was lines and lines and lines of children waiting for the government to give them Christmas packages of food and toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we got back from our trip I felt like I needed to go again- due to the weather!! This time we are thinking about an all-inclusive resort just buying a plane ticket somewhere are winging it! What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1095780377189054479?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1095780377189054479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1095780377189054479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1095780377189054479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1095780377189054479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/cruise-2.html' title='Cruise #2'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/S1HiC41SByI/AAAAAAAABOg/xoKhbWfsQyk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3528519548684804088</id><published>2010-01-02T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:02:55.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>There was an old Cherokee chief who told his grandson about two wolves who were fighting. The first wolf was named anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The second wolf was named joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The grandson asked his grandfather, "Which one will win the fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise old man replied, "The one you feed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3528519548684804088?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3528519548684804088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3528519548684804088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3528519548684804088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3528519548684804088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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-8824162293138337057.post-3406659390201295338</id><published>2009-12-26T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:58:39.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ime does something to memories-either sweetens them or you just simply cannot remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over time you forget how much your back hurts when you are pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over time you do not remember why they call it labor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over time you cannot recall how horrid dirty diapers smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over time you dismiss from your mind how tired you are with those sleepless nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you see is that your baby is no longer a baby anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nd in my case- I consigned (until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//leadmeguidemewalkbesideme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; comes true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to have a puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you still forget what they entail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overtime you draw a blank at how sweet puppy breath smells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overtime you let slip from memory how wrinkly and cuddly they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overtime you fail to remember how warm they are when you hold them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason though, overtime you cannot recall how much puppy chow they actually consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you misrecollect all the things they chewed on that you had to replace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you think no more of how much it costs to take them to the vet (especially those shots!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or it escapes from your memory how many hours you spent in the freezing cold trying to train them to go to the bathroom outside in the middle of winter because you did not have enough foresight to see this before you bought her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you think no more of how many paper towels you used cleaning up messes on the carpet, hard wood floor, stairs, kennel, kitchen, clothes, bed, car . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you consign to oblivion how many cleaning products you need to get urine and feces smell out of EVERYTHING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you draw a blank on how many loads of laundry a puppy requires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I recently had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brain lapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (like some of my now pregnant friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that ended in an addition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was walking around our puny mall the other day (because the Bath and Body Works I went into did not have their Wallflowers on sale anymore (I wasn't going to pay $10.00/each when I got them for $6.00/each 2 days before). So while wasting time walking around the mall, I happened to go into the SAME pet store where we got our Boston Terrier, Scout, from in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pet store they have a long row of puppy containers where you can pet and hold them to your heart's content. Well, in one of those containers they had the most &lt;strong&gt;adorable &lt;/strong&gt;French Bulldogs (aka Frenchies) I had ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted a Frenchie for about 5 years now. So what did I do? I quickly snapped a picture to send to Dave, found out they were 50% off, begged to have her for Christmas, (and Hannakah, and Martin Luther King Day, and President's Day, and St. Patrick's Day, and Kwanza and any other holiday I don't really celebrate) and walked out the store with this bundle of wrinkled happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420140761051420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Szg1ThcV1aI/AAAAAAAABNI/R4c48FcvRTs/s320/cid_386%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it just so happened that the week before I found this dog, I had finally (after years of deliberating) decided on the color of Frenchie I wanted- Fawn (like the deer). So I told Dave that if I ever found a female, fawn Frenchie that I would be very, very, very tempted to get her! He did not think much of it. But just one short week after finally deciding the exact dog I wanted (and not actively searching for one) we this fur ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420140782110555666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Szg1Uv5OvhI/AAAAAAAABNY/GW_OefTaQWw/s320/050a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom wanted to name her 'Squirrel' from the movie UP. That did not fly with me. I am sorry you do not name an AKC purebred, very expensive Frenchie, Squirrel (That would just shame Martha Stewart who has two!!). So we considered some others like Bells, Harley ect. . . Then finally at 2:26am in the morning I woke up and had the perfect name for her! Her name would be &lt;strong&gt;"Ellie"!&lt;/strong&gt; After the little spunky girl at the beginning of the movie UP ("Adventure is out there!!!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Scout are quite the buddies and have spent many, many hours wrestling and playing. Their favorite game is tug-o-war which they play against each other. Ellie is such a spunky, sweetheart who fits her name to a Tee. But like I said I had a memory lapse about everything required for a puppy. And we bought her in the dead of winter!!! This is making for good use of our winter coats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420140783207130114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Szg1Uz-rJAI/AAAAAAAABNg/qH-rUwKr3Is/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's figuring it would have been cheaper if I had just paid my $20.00 for the 2 Wallflowers I needed and had not wandered the mall. Too late now. But we LOVE her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420140770213400146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Szg1UDkujlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/crDDw696a2s/s320/005a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***PS: I am not allowed to go into that pet store for awhile. Out of the 4 times I have been in there 2 of the times I have walked out with a puppy!! What can I say! I have a tender heart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3406659390201295338?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3406659390201295338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3406659390201295338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3406659390201295338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3406659390201295338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Szg1ThcV1aI/AAAAAAAABNI/R4c48FcvRTs/s72-c/cid_386%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6139097023309977777</id><published>2009-12-25T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:41:53.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this description of secondary infertility by someone and I thought that I would share it with everyone. I do not want sympathy or anything, I just want people to understand &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'Lonely' Infertility&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard secondary infertility referred to as the 'lonely' infertility. You don't feel like you fit in with childless couples, but you're not part of the fertile world, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People assume that because you have a child, you can obviously reproduce, so if you have a small family it must be because your priorities are out of whack and not because you are having problems conceiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, people with no children criticize you for being ungrateful. You shouldn't complain because at least you have a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But neither group is right. Grieving an incomplete family is difficult, no matter how many children you currently have. To suggest otherwise is like saying that one of your children is expendable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People experiencing secondary infertility are not ungrateful. Their pain is just as profound. They know all too keenly what they are missing. They are often misunderstood and miscast by thoughtless observers. They are lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--We are hoping to send everyone a New Year's Letter and some adoption pass along cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please let me know if you do not want the cards (we will not be offended).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please send us your address too!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visit these sites for more information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2ofus4now.org/"&gt;http://www.2ofus4now.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leadmeguidemewalkbesideme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.leadmeguidemewalkbesideme.blogspot.com/&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/8824162293138337057-6139097023309977777?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6139097023309977777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6139097023309977777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6139097023309977777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6139097023309977777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-i-feel.html' title='How I Feel'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-319840067603716495</id><published>2009-12-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:29:35.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>So blogger isn't working to upload any of my photos so you'll just have to wait for the 6 blogs I have ready to post! In the mean time I thought I would occasional grace everyone with words of wisdom. They are going to be called Food for Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV in the Miami airport on Monday when CNN news reporter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussed&lt;/span&gt; with an economist the new billion dollar plus stimulus package. When the economist said something profound. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;America will never be out of debt and quite possibly soon declare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bankruptcy&lt;/span&gt; unless &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE STOP SPENDING MONEY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-319840067603716495?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/319840067603716495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=319840067603716495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/319840067603716495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/319840067603716495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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-8824162293138337057.post-691374471526037918</id><published>2009-11-22T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:11:37.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a teenager!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope nobody thinks that I am obsessed- because I am not. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't own a piece of clothing or even all the books)&lt;/span&gt; But I went to see this movie on opening night with a bunch of women from the ward. I did not want to miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090220/425.newmoon.logo.lc.022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090220/425.newmoon.logo.lc.022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for a 7:00am showing, I was &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; line by 5:00pm. That is such a teenage thing to do. We heard everyone talking about us behind our backs at that time. But by the time the show started everyone was jealous of us because we were the very &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; people in the theater. We saved 24 seats. These are just a few clips of the movie! Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 553px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/wp-content/imagescaler/e3cac8f0ea7e0ed8e024f29523c57719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The reason Edward leaves . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/T/Twilight_New_Moon/Movie_Images/Bella%20and%20Edward%20Twilight%20New%20Moon%20movie%20image%20Kristen%20Stewart%20and%20Robert%20Pattision.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday gift. I think they went too far in the movie. Edward is still is tremendous pain when he kisses her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/458/28/new-moon-movie-photos-2.0.0.0x0.450x338.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victoria's henchman. Ready for the kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HEROES&lt;/span&gt; of New Moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/nov2009/2/9/twilight-image-2-657296803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Team Jacob!!! So I have officially switched teams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am all for team Jacob and this is why . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 526px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/images/200905050822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tanned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;- on steroids! But I will still take David Michael Hardy any day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.amctv.com/horror-hacker/new-moon-fanning-pattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jane- is my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vultori&lt;/span&gt; member. Crimson eyes. Thirsty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thetwilightfansite.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/new-moon-movie-still-volturi-01-1024x681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The verdict to change Bella Swan or die. But how and when? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You will have to wait until June 30, 2010 for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to come out!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone gets to see it soon so we have something to talk about!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-691374471526037918?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/691374471526037918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=691374471526037918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/691374471526037918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/691374471526037918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-teenager.html' title='I feel like a teenager!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1394380656853953179</id><published>2009-11-18T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:37:11.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 10 Football</title><content type='html'>We finally made it to a Big 10 game. It was fun- especially for the price. $5.00 bucks for students (everyone goes for the tailgating and not the game!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405906125022452034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWi-p8SWUI/AAAAAAAABKc/JoNF_-h4Bz4/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, Dave and Jarom outside the stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405906127077688706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWi-xmSxYI/AAAAAAAABKk/-JvU7DJ31ys/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405906137918306194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWi_Z-5d5I/AAAAAAAABKs/ARCv1i0FE00/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how close we were when Wisconsin had the ball. Otherwise we couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405906141930011698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWi_o7XPDI/AAAAAAAABK0/dEFzKFzEIZY/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that I got to go to the game- at least for 1- half. Then the ER called my name- begging me to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405906147466407618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWi_9jV7sI/AAAAAAAABK8/olMgoHtGRrk/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom posing for a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405907204182066562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWj9eH_RYI/AAAAAAAABLE/qvxcf8g1fSU/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike BYU, IU lets their fans on the field after the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405907214738881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWj-Fc7e3I/AAAAAAAABLU/CXNxMuA34E8/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, no security guards, event staff or even muggers. Just kids and families on the field that they paid for with their ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405907212742174610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWj9-A4J5I/AAAAAAAABLM/PAYcGyCoMFU/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And into their football workout room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for IU football to be over. I am &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; tired of unconscious, drunk, vomit laden college kids and girls who found themselves lying naked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1394380656853953179?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1394380656853953179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1394380656853953179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1394380656853953179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1394380656853953179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-10-football.html' title='Big 10 Football'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SwWi-p8SWUI/AAAAAAAABKc/JoNF_-h4Bz4/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5567207986213959035</id><published>2009-11-13T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:28:47.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Grandpa Ralph Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's always fun when Grandpa comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Grandpa comes hoo-ray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403670945730490354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sv2yGGNdb_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/r18nh-p5PHI/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always says the kindest things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and in the kindest ways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403670953229370386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sv2yGiJVRBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/-CCiUHRuARI/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has a wrinkly. twinkly smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403670957138991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sv2yGwtdWoI/AAAAAAAABKE/sYtVh-zuD5g/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's happy all the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403670965210414386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sv2yHOx1fTI/AAAAAAAABKM/8QiFUZQcgIU/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's always fun for everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when Grandpa comes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403670970126593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sv2yHhF8bFI/AAAAAAAABKU/-z8Aw6Nbtoc/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for coming to visit us dad. We miss you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5567207986213959035?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5567207986213959035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5567207986213959035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5567207986213959035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5567207986213959035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-grandpa-ralph-came.html' title='When Grandpa Ralph Came'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sv2yGGNdb_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/r18nh-p5PHI/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6667847853236902575</id><published>2009-11-08T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:51:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish this would happen to me!</title><content type='html'>So recently I took care of a 21-year old female who was complaining of abdominal pain. She said that her friends said her stomach looked "bloated" and that she should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came to the ED. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have nothing else to do there right? (see &lt;a href="http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/advice-before-heading-to-emergency-room.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; if you are missing the sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what she told us . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She has had mild cramping over the last few months&lt;br /&gt;- She has irregular periods&lt;br /&gt;- She is not married and doesn't have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- She is currently having a "light" normal period&lt;br /&gt;- She has had a "normal period" every month&lt;br /&gt;- She does not work&lt;br /&gt;- She lives at home&lt;br /&gt;- She is not currently sexually active&lt;br /&gt;- The last time she had sex was over 5 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;- Her friends think her tummy is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;- She has a 9-month old little girl.&lt;br /&gt;- She took a home pregnancy test yesterday that was positive- she thinks its wrong and wants us to do a blood HCG test. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(BTW- those home pregnancy tests are the most specific and sensitive tests on the market!!! They a very, very, very reliable!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out this young 21-year old girl was in fact pregnant. (She didn't have a clue until she took the home pregnancy test) &lt;strong&gt;Anybody have a guess at how far along she was?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after a quick ultrasound she is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;32 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;along!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So although she hasn't had sex in over 5 months she was getting some oh, about 8 months ago. Lucky her. I asked her about adoption, she said she could never do that. Poor baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-6667847853236902575?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6667847853236902575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6667847853236902575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6667847853236902575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6667847853236902575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-freakin-kidding-me.html' title='Wish this would happen to me!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-8384691685623321791</id><published>2009-10-28T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:00:35.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so these are no where near the quality of Danica Nelson (thanks to her skill, nice camera and awesome-ness with photoshop) but they were free. So here is a glimpse of our fall family p&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Suj_MRaVlPI/AAAAAAAABIc/zvuZ677NZUY/s1600-h/DSCN0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397844739700921586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Suj_MRaVlPI/AAAAAAAABIc/zvuZ677NZUY/s200/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ictures. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Suj_L9So0eI/AAAAAAAABIU/2CkqVoGyYbE/s1600-h/DSCN0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397844734299918818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Suj_L9So0eI/AAAAAAAABIU/2CkqVoGyYbE/s200/DSCN0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Susan putting on shoes (ignore the mess behind her please!!) and Jarom picking his own clothes!! (Thanks Philly for turning my son into a gangster) I love the hat look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397847067548589586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SukBTxUeHhI/AAAAAAAABIs/lfGXOBi64VI/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397847081417884434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SukBUk_KwxI/AAAAAAAABI8/bTc7tRiy3cg/s320/DSCN0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you get kids to look at the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397847073238222978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SukBUGg_CII/AAAAAAAABI0/fNk2NvS1CeQ/s320/DSCN0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849916436355266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SukD5mQPmMI/AAAAAAAABJE/7m8d5pZlaqE/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849926769576450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SukD6Mv4CgI/AAAAAAAABJU/cgGELYyDxo4/s320/DSCN0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Suj_MoJ7jSI/AAAAAAAABIk/rfDMkQjZ9F4/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849920705843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SukD52KKz1I/AAAAAAAABJM/ZwhDWVG8dbU/s320/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398004374021046098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SumQYNmHf1I/AAAAAAAABJc/6Y8-hlY7IT0/s320/DSCN0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398004383547650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SumQYxFb8ZI/AAAAAAAABJs/vO5pUBdshZQ/s320/DSCN0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398004378756129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SumQYfPDIpI/AAAAAAAABJk/gUjFC5DvXHg/s320/DSCN0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this last one the best except Dave's smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Like I said before these are 'all natural' pictures. If anyone has any free time and wants to photo shop them feel free!! We are hoping to use one or two on a family collage for our birthmother's to show them what we look like! That is still a work in progress. While I attempt to figure out photoshop 7.0.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-8384691685623321791?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8384691685623321791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=8384691685623321791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8384691685623321791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8384691685623321791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-family-pictures.html' title='New Family Pictures'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Suj_MRaVlPI/AAAAAAAABIc/zvuZ677NZUY/s72-c/DSCN0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3278312728400860204</id><published>2009-10-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:19:40.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice before heading to the Emergency Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought it was under my professional license to educate everyone who reads this blog about when to head to the Emergency Room, especially with the latest "Swine Flu" hypocondriac-ism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.) If you are going to bring your child to the ER please check their temperature before arriving don't just bring them in because they "feel hot" especially if you have cold hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.) If you are going to bring your child to the ER please take off their coat once they are in the room, don't leave it on for 2 hours before you are seen by a doctor and then rush to the nurses' station hollering that your baby is too hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.) Please do not bring your child to the ED because they have red cheeks, especially if its 1200am. (given them some Tylenol and put them to bed!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.) Please give your child both Tylenol and Motrin to keep their fever down before bringing them to the ER. That's really all they are going to get in the ER. But it will cost you about $420.90 for those meds. Why do that when you can get them at the drug store for $8.00? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.)Please, please, please do not bring your 4-month old in because they have been crying for 40 minutes. Sorry they do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.) Please do not bring your child in if they get a mosquito bit. Yes, they itch put some hydro cortisone cream on it and send them back outside to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.) Please do not come into the Emergency Room because you threw up one time!! (Unless its massively bloody- a few small flecks doesn't mean anything) You will go the bottom of the list and stay there until everyone else is seen. Up to 3-4 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.) If you fall on the cement and scrap your face please wash it off yourself and make sure you really need to be seen. Only gaping holes bigger an 1 inch get any attention. (Another note- parents do not panic!!! Small cuts can be left open for 24-hours and then be stitched up without any complications. So finish doing what you are doing before you bring them in) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.) If you need a work/school note call your primary care provided. Please do not go to the ED for one. It will cost about $298.00 plus. And you take time away from patients with real, genuine emergencies!! Like the heart attack I had yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.) Please do not come to the ER if you have not pooped in a few days because you were sick. You will wait a long time and be told to take Miralax or even start eating more because you probably did not eat every much when you were sick. Save yourself some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.) Emergency rooms and doctor's offices have been asked to stop doing the "Swine Flu" test. YES!!! That's because no body is willing to pay the $300.00 plus it costs. The treatment is the same for all viruses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.) Swine Flu is a virus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.) Virus all last close to the same amount of time- 6-10 days!! The worst day is day 5 when you finally are at the top of the hill! Hang in there you will survive and it will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13.) Treatment for Swine flu or any virus- rest!!! clear liquids (jello, juice, Popsicles, broth), and Tylenol or Motrin for body aches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14.) If you have a cough, runny nose, congested sinuses, &amp;amp; are sneezing stay home!! Everyone is going to the emergency room now. If you aren't really sick you are about to be because you will probably catch a virus just by walking in the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15.) If you feel like you are getting the "sniffles" take a decongestant like claritin, zyrtec or allegra (these help unclog you so you can breathe better and may help ward off complications of sinus congestion). Also warm liquids and steam from broth, tea, chicken noodles soup ect. opens your sinus and helps with decongestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.) If you have a deep cough start taking Mucinex (it breaks up the mucus in your lungs so you can cough it out!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17.) Tylenol and Motrin can be taken together for maximum pain control and fever control (just alternate every 2 hours) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18.) If you are getting a sore throat- suck on throat lozenges (I like the ones with numbing medication in them), gargle a crushed aspirin in warm water or sip/drink hot fluids. (Receptors in your throat can't feel pain and warmth at the same time!! So drink to alleviate the pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19.) If you feel like you are starting to get sick. Take some towels or blankets and throw them in the dryer for 10 minutes. Warm, snuggle-y blankets do wonders to help you feel better (why do you think we give heated blankets out in hospitals!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***20.) Prevention is the best medicine. Hand washing or even better alcohol based hand sanitizers are your best defense against illness. Use at least 1/2 tsp and let them air dry!! (According to the CDC alcohol based hand sanitizers are to most effective and convenient way to kill bacteria and viruses.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want everyone to be protected and know how to handle a viral illness this winter. Good luck and good health to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I thinks it's outrageous that the governments of certain states are mandating that everyone receives the H1N1 vaccine. I know there have been several deaths due to the virus (please note they were at risk patients with other underlying complications) but to mandate that everyone gets the vaccine is crazy. Do you know how many Americans die from coronary artery disease every year? Millions. This is the leading cause of death for males and females in the United States. If those states really cared about their people they would mandate that no one smoked, no process food would be available for purchase, no alcohol would be consumed, pills would be forced down your throat for genetic risk factors and everyone would be forced to exercise everyday. I don't see any of those things being mandated do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PSS: The cases mentioned above were patients I really took care of. A physician and I were talking the other day about how as a society we were getting smarter (electronics, ect) but as individual people we were actually dumber. Because of modern day electronics who knows more than 5 phones numbers by heart? I don't. Because of wide spread hospitals and access to healthcare (both physically and financially (thanks government) people don't remember or just panic when it comes to taking care of minor illnesses. This could also be due to TV shows that extrapolate very very very very rare cases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3278312728400860204?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3278312728400860204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3278312728400860204' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3278312728400860204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3278312728400860204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/advice-before-heading-to-emergency-room.html' title='Advice before heading to the Emergency Room'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2885339147767569730</id><published>2009-10-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:20:16.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Balls</title><content type='html'>A dear friend of mine shared this quote with me. I love it!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends, and integrity. And you’re keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls - family, health, friends, integrity - are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/e97/f1b/e97f1b97-e345-4b9b-9860-2df6ec613d61"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/e97/f1b/e97f1b97-e345-4b9b-9860-2df6ec613d61" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to remember this every time I get bogged down with being in the thick of the thin things of life! &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/8824162293138337057-2885339147767569730?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2885339147767569730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2885339147767569730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2885339147767569730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2885339147767569730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-balls.html' title='The 5 Balls'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-229588435029146593</id><published>2009-10-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:41:56.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cells!</title><content type='html'>So we needed to get Indiana phone numbers due to our jobs!! Here's how to contact us vis phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan cell- 812-391-3389&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David cell- 812-391- 2899&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-229588435029146593?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/229588435029146593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=229588435029146593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/229588435029146593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/229588435029146593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-cells.html' title='New Cells!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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-8824162293138337057.post-2945444693473436809</id><published>2009-10-04T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:55:44.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I needed a reminder</title><content type='html'>Dave here, Susan normally does the blogging, but this one was just too good to pass up. I go to work very happy these days, I love what I do, I work with good people, and I am moving in the direction I want to go....Quite a bit different than my previous job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might ask why it is I did not enjoy my previous job. It really wasn't the kids, sure they were obnoxious, but what teenager isn't? Some teachers weren't overly pleasant, but I dealt with it. However, it was the overall system that was just so messed up that I couldn't deal with it any longer. The following is an alleged answering message from a school in Australia (the veracity of this story is probably not true); it pretty much sums up how I felt while working in public education:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the message that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maroochydore&lt;/span&gt; High&lt;br /&gt;School, Queensland, Australia staff voted unanimously&lt;br /&gt;to record on their school telephone answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the actual  answering machine message for&lt;br /&gt;the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came about because they implemented a policy&lt;br /&gt;requiring students and parents to be responsible for their&lt;br /&gt;children's absences and missing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  school and teachers are being sued by parents who&lt;br /&gt;want their children's failing grades changed to passing&lt;br /&gt;grades - even though those children were absent 15-30 (Dave here, I had multiple students with 2-3 times that, and they still felt they should pass)&lt;br /&gt;times during the semester and did not complete enough&lt;br /&gt;school work to pass their classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To listen to the recording, click &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C5Rnb7J3sU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2945444693473436809?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2945444693473436809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2945444693473436809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2945444693473436809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2945444693473436809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-i-needed-reminder.html' title='Like I needed a reminder'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-892749182813276180</id><published>2009-10-02T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:07.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode' to "Green Eggs" and ham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Do you like "G&lt;strong&gt;reen eggs"and ham?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam-I-am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Green eggs" and ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388090243933744450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZXh49rLUI/AAAAAAAABIM/YLL2FzOEJLA/s320/DSC04424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Would you like them in a house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you like them with a mouse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388090236195310994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZXhcIsDZI/AAAAAAAABIE/0dKIj9Jsfc4/s320/DSC04426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like them in a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like them with a mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like them here or there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like them anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like "Green eggs" and ham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like them, Sam-I-am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388090225029993266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZXgyiq0zI/AAAAAAAABH8/WHOfz1svbMk/s320/DSC04425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Would you? Could you in a car?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eat them! Eat them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would not, could not, in a car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388088140888318722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZVnegkowI/AAAAAAAABH0/g9-xZQgLoz4/s320/IMG00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do not like "Green eggs" and ham!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do not like them, Sam-I-am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You do not like them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So you say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZVmkCE7OI/AAAAAAAABHs/1qCOCkiQgGw/s1600-h/IMG00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388088125191154914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZVmkCE7OI/AAAAAAAABHs/1qCOCkiQgGw/s320/IMG00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try them! Try them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try them and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you may I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388088107453281058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZVlh9CcyI/AAAAAAAABHk/4eA0DwtB6RA/s320/IMG00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like "Green eggs" and ham!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do!! I like them, Sam-I-am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would eat them in a boat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would eat them with a goat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will eat them in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on a train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are so good, so good you see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I will eat them in a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will eat them with a fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will eat them in a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will eat them with a mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will eat them here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say! I will eat them &lt;strong&gt;ANYWHERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do so like "Green Eggs" and ham!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-892749182813276180?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/892749182813276180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=892749182813276180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/892749182813276180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/892749182813276180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-green-eggs-and-ham.html' title='Ode&apos; to &quot;Green Eggs&quot; and ham'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SsZXh49rLUI/AAAAAAAABIM/YLL2FzOEJLA/s72-c/DSC04424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6221060858285377221</id><published>2009-09-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:20:08.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Pleasures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to keep someone out of my bedroom for a few moments of solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to hear someone at the front door before they hurt themselves knocking so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to put the car away without getting out into the muggy, humid air or nippy, freezing weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to grind large chunks of food up in the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to not waste so much water when I have to hand wash dishes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to get rid of the steam from a hot shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Being able to hear the "natural" sounds nature makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to see my counter tops because everything has a place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Being able to pee at the same time someone else is!&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/8824162293138337057-6221060858285377221?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6221060858285377221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6221060858285377221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6221060858285377221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6221060858285377221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-little-pleasures.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Pleasures!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2886613550657854848</id><published>2009-09-21T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:38:16.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville, Indiana</title><content type='html'>This weekend before I had to work we visited a small town in the middle of no-where Nashville, Indiana about 18 miles west of Bloomington. In this small town you can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leisurely browse through the quaint shops or visit every flea market in Brown County. Shopping in Brown County Indiana can be a delightful adventure. In the shoppes of Little Nashville, visitors find original watercolor paintings, sculptures, toys from yesterday, stained glass art, solid wood furniture, wood carvings, metal sculptures, pewter, hand blown glass, custom jewelry, interesting clothing, perfumes, wind chimes and even...custom bird lodging. (It's just like Lancaster- Amish country in Pennsylvania- heck it even smelt like the Amish stores)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nashville-indiana.com/photos/pumpkinshop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ventured into one of many fudge shoppes at one they were making hand-dipped carmel apples. Yummy! I asked the "apple dipper" where they got their apples from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "Oh its a place a few miles from here but you don't want to go there its really out in the sticks!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed out loud at her!! Because to us moving from Philadelphia, PA Bloomington and their quaint town of Nashville was in the STICKS and I told her so! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get better than this out here in the "STICKS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.browncountylions.org/images/08-091302-511.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The day we visited the town was having their annual "Outhouse Races" It was hilarious! These people are creative with nothing to do within 90 miles of their homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.browncounty.com/images/db/static/AbeMartinPicnicPage-outhouserace1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the changing seasons we are in for some beautiful fall weather! The National Park in Brown County, IN hosts more than 1 million people in October and here is a glimpse of why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bdasgupta/RwUdDuahENI/AAAAAAAAApo/qx0RJZuNbyw/Brown+County+State+Park,+Nashville,+Indiana_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2886613550657854848?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2886613550657854848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2886613550657854848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2886613550657854848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2886613550657854848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nashville-indiana.html' title='Nashville, Indiana'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/bdasgupta/RwUdDuahENI/AAAAAAAAApo/qx0RJZuNbyw/s72-c/Brown+County+State+Park,+Nashville,+Indiana_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5322018914584912069</id><published>2009-09-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:44:53.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the Darnest things</title><content type='html'>Quotes by Jarom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “Jarom, did you learn anything at school today.”&lt;br /&gt;Jarom: “Duh, dude that’s what it all about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “Jarom, what do you do at recess?”&lt;br /&gt;Jarom: “I chase girls.”&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “Oh? What do you do with them when you catch them?”&lt;br /&gt;Jarom: “I don’t know. Take them to the other boys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom: “Come on dad, drive like you are in Philly!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom: “My favorite place to be is at home with you guys.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5322018914584912069?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5322018914584912069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5322018914584912069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5322018914584912069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5322018914584912069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids say the Darnest things'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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-8824162293138337057.post-310926067974423303</id><published>2009-08-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:58:13.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rubbermaid box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was getting my Master's degree at UPENN I took a class on child development. During one of these classes we had the &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;guest speaker I have ever heard!!! He was an adolescent physician who specialized in working with at risk, homeless teens (And you thought your job was tough). Near the end of his lecture he spoke of hard crusted, burnt out, coarse clinicians who became so immune to what they saw that they had no feelings. These people had so many hard and challenging experiences that they channeled everything into a box. Over time this box became so over-filled with tender heart-wrenching experiences it could not be open or managed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He went on to describe a Rubbermaid box. Instead of being made of cast-iron. It was made of plastic. Instead of having 6-inch, steel plated, bullet proof walls it was transparent, pliable and amendable. Instead of having a lid that had 3 sides welded down and one very small side that was fastened down with 12-inch bolts it had a mailable rubber seal. Not one that would just fly open at the drop of a hat but one that is flexible and seals easily but also easily opens. He spoke of opening the box frequently and dealing with what was put inside so we don't become one of those hard-crusted, burnt out, coarse, feeling-less clinicans. So today I am going to do the unthinkable and open my box and share a little bit of this past weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I awoke Monday morning at 10:43 I was exhausted! More exhausted then I have felt in &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; long. Many people probably look at the time I got up and wonder why I was so tired. Then they remember that I work from 3:00pm till 3:30am. So it is very likely that I would be tired. This particular night I did not really sleep. For one, around 5:15 our entire smoke detector system (which runs through our whole house) went off scaring the living daylights out of us. Two, it went off again 20 minutes later after Dave had gotten out of bed to check all three levels for a fire. And then again around 6:00am it went off. (This time Dave did not check the house he just ripped the smoke detector from the wall in the Master bedroom and removed the battery. Then he check on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He checked on me because for the first time in our marriage I had slept somewhere else besides next to him which added to my sleepless night. The reason why is I had to touch and be next to Jarom. And he is a wiggle worm!!! Bending, curling, stretching, twisting, humming, grinding his teeth, tossing, squirming, fluttering, tugging, grabbing, jerking, pivoting and fidgeting. But I had to sleep by him. I had to know he was there. I had to feel him and hear him. I HAD TO. I even pulled him off of his top twin bunk bed and laid him next to me on his bottom full bunk bed so I could be next to him. I made sure we were both warm and covered. (Not that it mattered with all of his movements). But I HAD to make sure my little boy was there. I had to feel him next to me and hear his breathing. To know that he was alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really did try not to bother him. I did try not to wake him or move him but as I lay there in my own bed I couldn't stand it. I had cried already. I had gotten out of bed and prayed, no, pleaded and begged my Father in Heaven to spare me of all of the emotions so that I could sleep but it did not help. I had to know my little boy was there. I had to feel him and hear him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Earlier this past week we went to a local pool for Jarom's back to school night. Dave wanted to take Jarom on a big drop-down slide in the deep end. I did not like it. It was really high and just dropped down about 15 feet into 12-ft deep water. Dave went down first so that he could catch Jarom. I stood on the side, hyper-attentive for my little boy. Jarom went down the slide while Dave wasn't watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaagggghhhh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"DDDDAAAAVVVVVEEE get Jarom" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am glad to say that Dave did get Jarom and was reprimanded by the lifeguard for letting him go down without first passing the swim test. (We did not know. There was no signs up and it was our first time at the pool.) As you can imagine we went to the little kid area for the rest of the night. But within 10 minutes of Jarom's incident the lifeguard had jumped in 2 more times to save others. (They really should put some signs up) On the way home Dave and I decided that the worst way to die would be to drowned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That night I dreamt Jarom drowned. We were both finishing our laps at the local YMCA. We both wear goggles and flippers. And there he was floating on the bottom of the pool. I was harried! I had to go check on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although he was sleeping peacefully in his bed I still had all the feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harrowed up inside me that he had drowned. I was completely tormented. Pain seeped out of every cell in my body. My heart just died. I was in agony. Despairing over the suffering my little boy would have endured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then on Sunday afternoon around 4:45 I watched a mother act just how I had felt during my dream of Jarom drowning except she was experiencing it for real. She screamed and yelled at the staff, cursed us with some of the worst words I have ever heard. Blamed us for not saving her son and then dropped to the cold, hard, cement floor and sobbed! She writhed in pain- the pain of a broken heart. Her little boy, her baby, was gone. There was nothing I could do for her. I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We worked on this blond hair, blue eyed 4-year old for 15 minutes. Pushing every medication to get his heart to beat. Epinephrine, vasopressin, atropine, lidocaine, narcan everything- over and over again. He was worked on for 20 minutes by EMS before he ever got to the hospital. They shocked him 8 times and pushed even more meds and fluids! Still nothing. Just a flat line- asystole. And before that he was given CPR by a pediatric nurse for 5 minutes before the EMS arrived. I know this for a fact because she is my next door neighbor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This sweet little boy was swimming at our private community pool. I drove by and saw people playing in the water on my way to work. I only saw two adults sitting on the side and 10 kids playing in the water. I thought "maybe Dave and Jarom will want to go swimming again today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Convert, convert, convert, convert!!!! Please have a heart beat. Please dear Father save this little boy." No one knew how long he had been under the water for. He was so blue. When he was brought into the emergency department 4 grown men were working on him. CPR, fluids, a tracheal tube for breathing anything and everything!!! The monitor showed great chest compressions with CPR. They worked him so long and hard even the pediatric team came down. -NOTHING! I cried and tried to hide it from my other patients who also were in the ER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the pool is private there are no lifeguards. It's a swim at your own risk pool although there are specific rules about who, where, and how many. But due to lawsuits we found out there was 24/7 video surveillance. That little 4-year old boy was under the water for over 12 minutes!!!!!! Now I am pissed!! And I cried for the suffering that little boy endured while his mother talked on the side.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She thought he was safely floating on a mat. What she did not see was him lose his balance and fall off into the deepest part-5 feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I think, "What if Dave and Jarom were swimming then? Would they have seen that little boy? Could Dave have saved him?" I do not know for sure. My neighbor, the pediatric nurse, was there watching her 5-year old and did not even see this little boy go under. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still cry for this little 4-year old boy whom my son could have played with in the pool this summer. I cry for the agony that little boy must have endured- not being able to breathe. I cry for the heartache that his family went through and still has to go through. (All children who die in the emergency room have to be quarantined until there is an investigation- no family was able to go in and touch him or say good bye to this little boy.) I can barely drive by the pool without breaking down- I need to find another route because I pass it 8-10 times per day. The day after the drowning- I saw the father out by the pool just staring. I slowed down. Please don't do anything stupid with your pain. Please dear Father help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now you know why I was exhausted. I was depleted of all energy. Void of all emotion. It was SO emotional, so exhausting. I do not know if I will ever be able to swim in that pool again- which is also a bummer because that is why we moved in this neighborhood-for the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you know why I slept by Jarom. Now you know why I had to touch him, feel him and hear him! Because there was someone in my neighborhood who wasn't going to get to put their little boy to bed tonight or ever again. Can you imagine what that feels like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you sweet little boy for helping me remember what is most important in life. For helping me to remember my son during my crazy life. For helping me to know what I want out of life. For helping me know that the most important things in life are not things. For helping me remember hugs, kisses, holding hands, sweet smiles and love. For helping me open my box so I don't become a hardened, crusted clinican but one who feels, sympathizes and empathizes. Thank you for helping me remember the Atonement and its power and influence in our short daily lives! Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I still cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-310926067974423303?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/310926067974423303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=310926067974423303' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/310926067974423303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/310926067974423303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/08/rubbermaid-box.html' title='A Rubbermaid box'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-2954752695766775707</id><published>2009-08-13T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:19:45.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img7.xooimage.com/files/s/t/star-wars-950c0.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img7.xooimage.com/files/s/t/star-wars-950c0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I tried to prevent it it still happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My son LOVES Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you can image is joy when we went to the Children's Museum in Indianapolis and they had a Stars Wars display. That just made his day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo9GiMlsI/AAAAAAAABGM/AF-RiZrV0mY/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369532054667826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo9GiMlsI/AAAAAAAABGM/AF-RiZrV0mY/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jarom by Anakyn before he turned bad in Star Wars: The Clone Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo_SGL1-I/AAAAAAAABGk/2Pj6uz3WYjw/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369532092131301346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo_SGL1-I/AAAAAAAABGk/2Pj6uz3WYjw/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jarom's favorite character is Darth Vadar but R2D2 is a pretty close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo-UJMkfI/AAAAAAAABGc/ZDqQXHfx6XA/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369532075500933618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo-UJMkfI/AAAAAAAABGc/ZDqQXHfx6XA/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Do or Do Not, there is no Try. "He is the awesomest fighter!!!" according to Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo95i6n7I/AAAAAAAABGU/3qoRXuqeP5Y/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369532068361052082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo95i6n7I/AAAAAAAABGU/3qoRXuqeP5Y/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; C3P0 with Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.funny-potato.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/star-wars-picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought this poster was pretty cool. I happen to tolerate Star Wars especially I-III because of the use of modern technology. I know that I am going to be shame of some of my friends and family for saying this but I really, really think they need to redo IV-VI. If you have ever watched all the movies in a row (Jarom and I did over about 3 days) you will know that it is truly painful to go from I-III to IV-VI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is such a huge difference is technology and animation that I could barely make it through the old ones. Its horrible!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are just things that are painful to watch- for example the fighting scenes in IV-VI. In comparison to the new ones- all they do is barely wave their sticks, mostly they just hold down each other's swords. No jumps, no twists, nothing. In the newer ones the fight scenes are incredible!!!! Totally what I would picture a Jedi doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and another thing. In the "newer" movies they are training young Jedis from childhood. Anakyn himself was barely able to make it in. Then he had years and years of training. How can Luke Skywalker (at his very old age of a teenager) be trained to be a great Jedi with only a revolving ball (in the back of a ship) and a few months with a washed out, old-timer like Yoda? And don't feed me that genetics crap? Genetics are great but you still needs years and years of practice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and I love Harrison Ford!! He is one of my favorites but I can barely stand to watch him in these movies. You can definitely tell its one of his firsts. Its just bad. They are trying way to hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so now that I have vented I will go play Star Wars with Jarom. I get OB1's ship from I-III!!! Its the coolest. In real life its made from press board and Styrofoam. Sorry to disappoint all you avid Star Wars lovers!! It was on display at the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-2954752695766775707?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2954752695766775707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=2954752695766775707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2954752695766775707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/2954752695766775707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time-ago-in-galaxy-far-far-away.html' title='A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away. . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SoRo9GiMlsI/AAAAAAAABGM/AF-RiZrV0mY/s72-c/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-186707684387747909</id><published>2009-08-05T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:05:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I know its about 1 month and 2 days late! But I wanted to share some of our adventures over the 4th of July! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366674478210600450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnpCAQrlzgI/AAAAAAAABFM/pi4_Jbr6gpM/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For starters what's a 4th of July without 4-wheeling!! So we all left our campsite and went on the bikes at a nearby ATV trail. After that we went to my cousin's house and had the BEST home fireworks display I have ever seen!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is some of my fam waiting to watch the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366674487910063058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnpCA00H29I/AAAAAAAABFU/2Jz1I-mQmiU/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hanging out. In Seattle the sun doesn't set until about 10:30pm. So we all ate ice cream and watch the little boys play with fire crackers, bottle rockets, Chinese lanterns, worms, Army tank cars, butterflies &amp;amp; army grenades until it was dark enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366674494284043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnpCBMjzFXI/AAAAAAAABFc/kgxRHTWuW8A/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sunsets in Seattle are my FAVORITE. This doesn't do them justice. Susan, Jenna &amp;amp; baby Katelyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366676770107144834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnpEFqqTuoI/AAAAAAAABFs/m2hW6FeMwBU/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jarom with his Chinese lantern house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366676760410865506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnpEFGiiP2I/AAAAAAAABFk/HPVYh6CkQyM/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after the little boys got to play with fire the big boys got to play. Guess what happens when you discharge helium balloons into the air and have people shoot a hundred Roman Candles at it? You win!!! Everyone took turns "shooting" helium balloons. It was FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my cousin, Ken,  LOVES the 4th of July!!! Its his favorite holiday. He probably spent at least $1,200 dollars on fireworks. And we are not talking puny little fireworks. We are talking HUGE- black cats and the ones that light up the entire sky. So he spends a lot and its worth everything penny. His home designed displays are incredible!! Seriously I have never been to such a huge, great, long show. It was incredible. Next year we are skipping the lake and going here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But seriously, if you have never been do yourself a favor- save your money and go to his house! Its worth the drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-186707684387747909?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/186707684387747909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=186707684387747909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/186707684387747909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/186707684387747909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnpCAQrlzgI/AAAAAAAABFM/pi4_Jbr6gpM/s72-c/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5997476426070056668</id><published>2009-07-29T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:30:17.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to tell your kid had a GREAT time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I flew to Seattle to pick up Jarom, who had been visiting family while Dave and I got situated in Indiana, I was greeted by a little boy whom I barely recognized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I tell if he had &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;? Because this is what he looked like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdNm3DA3I/AAAAAAAABE0/MV-kbroA-nc/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363960013293552498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdNm3DA3I/AAAAAAAABE0/MV-kbroA-nc/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jarom's legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdNdZj02I/AAAAAAAABEs/wMXQTuo2FPc/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363960010753954658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdNdZj02I/AAAAAAAABEs/wMXQTuo2FPc/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jarom's ankles and hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdM7GntkI/AAAAAAAABEk/wnv_AC2TYSM/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+Jarom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363960001547712066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdM7GntkI/AAAAAAAABEk/wnv_AC2TYSM/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jarom's filthy face! My sweet sister in-law gave me some baby wipes- they were gross by the time I was done with his face! Thank goodness for showers &amp;amp; exfoliating scrubs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363964888301502898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnChpXrhAbI/AAAAAAAABFE/dBeb_k2Z5GU/s320/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jarom had such a GREAT time with all of his family!!! He asked me if he could do it every year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5997476426070056668?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5997476426070056668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5997476426070056668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5997476426070056668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5997476426070056668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-can-you-tell-your-kid-had-great.html' title='How to tell your kid had a GREAT time?'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SnCdNm3DA3I/AAAAAAAABE0/MV-kbroA-nc/s72-c/4th+of+July,+Jarom%27s+birthday+%26+The+children%27s+museum+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-590165349025041532</id><published>2009-07-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:16:18.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I miss?</title><content type='html'>Here in Bloomginton, Indiana its been below 75 degrees during the day and below 55 degrees at night. It has been raining and cloudy for the past week. I have been wearing sweats and sweatshirts, eating soup and warm bread, and sleeping with a third blanket on my bed. Our neighborhood pool has been closed due to chemical overdose so there is no water to splash and swim in. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the weather gets like this I can only reminisce about my last vacation to the Caribbean and this is what I miss. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.flyfromusa.com/pix/caribbean%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it beautiful? Don't you just want to be there? oh, oh, oh, oh, oh pick me? pick me?!? pick ME!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day I will go back!! And I can't wait to see the warm and feel the warm sand on my feet and body. Anybody what to split the cost of a condo for a week?&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/8824162293138337057-590165349025041532?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/590165349025041532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=590165349025041532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/590165349025041532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/590165349025041532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-i-miss.html' title='What do I miss?'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</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-8824162293138337057.post-615617724779622841</id><published>2009-07-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:45:49.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Next Great Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Before I picked Jarom up from his 6 week vacation with family in the west. Dave and I headed out in our "mini" SUV to our next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361671323174848834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Smh7qTw8SUI/AAAAAAAABDU/seI0Qiphj1g/s320/DSCN0571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can anybody &lt;strong&gt;guess &lt;/strong&gt;what we are about to do? This is the view from inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Smh7qwJRwRI/AAAAAAAABDc/9v-M_qYfGS8/s1600-h/DSCN0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361671330793111826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Smh7qwJRwRI/AAAAAAAABDc/9v-M_qYfGS8/s320/DSCN0572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With our equipment strapped down as tight as possible we headed to Lake Monroe. To do some . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361673183416553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Smh9WltIEAI/AAAAAAAABDk/Uv7gc627bgE/s320/DSCN0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayaking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361673188161326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Smh9W3YXjoI/AAAAAAAABDs/gzVbo40PoEg/s320/DSCN0578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave was so excited!! Ever since we went kayaking in Key West, Florida Dave has been anxious to do some more! Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;IU Outdoor Sports&lt;/strong&gt; we were able to rent EVERYTHING for $14.00 bucks! I think I have talked Dave into just renting a kayak every time we want to go out instead of buying one and storing it in the garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361676392430493138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmiARYNq3dI/AAAAAAAABD8/vGH-CQTcHj8/s320/DSCN0602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't tell from this photo but Lake Monroe is HUGE. It's the biggest lake in Indiana and only about 15-20 minutes from our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361676386722830338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmiARC822AI/AAAAAAAABD0/Fl5EA9YXMAM/s320/DSCN0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361676399702898594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmiARzTi96I/AAAAAAAABEE/jH4hFVBNthc/s320/DSCN0603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a terrific time in the "no wake zone" exploring the alcoves and terrain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361679719419240898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmiDTCNmYcI/AAAAAAAABEU/eXeTdMVhh9s/s320/DSCN0607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361679718431520978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmiDS-iG-NI/AAAAAAAABEM/CVWRmYLUBQA/s320/DSCN0595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We island hopped for awhile and got out and swam many times! That's my favorite part!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361679723335349826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmiDTQzRdkI/AAAAAAAABEc/2RDM4UlBj-s/s320/DSCN0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the end we were sore from hours of paddling and swimming, we learned that rudders are really valuable, and we were all smiles and ready for our next time on the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-615617724779622841?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/615617724779622841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=615617724779622841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/615617724779622841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/615617724779622841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-next-great-adventure.html' title='Our Next Great Adventure'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Smh7qTw8SUI/AAAAAAAABDU/seI0Qiphj1g/s72-c/DSCN0571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7309503698674296018</id><published>2009-07-21T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:00:10.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what little girls are made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So when I have some little girls of my own these are some of the things I can't wait to do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- dress them up in Potter Barn Kids dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- make hair bows/hairbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- make twirly skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- goshopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- accessorizing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(necklaces, hand bags, sunglasses, bracelets ect.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- have tea parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- play dress-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- dance in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- dance classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- play make-over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- share secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- do hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- do pedicures/manicures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- SHOES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- sing/music/laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But till I have girls of my own I am going to borrow these sweet little ones and do all the aforementioned items above starting with these sunglasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361045256251723970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmZCQautUMI/AAAAAAAABDM/J_SyX-lV7bA/s320/DSCN0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sadie, Susan, Brynn (trying to keep her glasses on), &amp;amp;  Shay check out our shades from Old Navy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361045251901878914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmZCQKhn8oI/AAAAAAAABDE/Vxdo-D3gyKI/s320/DSCN0567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;these little girls with their unique individual personalities and quirks!! I can't wait to have a brown-eyed, brown haired little girl of my own. (PS Jarom can't wait either- he prays every day for one.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jarom asked me how old he would be when he finally got a little sister. What do you say to that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7309503698674296018?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7309503698674296018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7309503698674296018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7309503698674296018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7309503698674296018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar and Spice and Everything nice'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SmZCQautUMI/AAAAAAAABDM/J_SyX-lV7bA/s72-c/DSCN0568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5249022046648558084</id><published>2009-07-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:48:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can be better than . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s only one place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; where residents can eat foods from 40 different locations without having to walk more than a few steps in between each bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to "A Taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358006602125121266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Slt2nd_dlvI/AAAAAAAABC0/989S1RHLLSY/s200/DSCN0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tons of people roamed the area from 3:00pm till 11:00pm. There was so much food to try- Thai, Italian, ice cream, vegetarian, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt;, Mexican, Japanese, Vietnamese, smoothies, shakes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barbecue&lt;/span&gt;, strawberry lemonade, Chinese, pizzas, pastas, salads, beef brisket, on the Grill, pulled pork sandwiches, Greek, ribs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt;, olive bars, bakery items, oodles of noodles, cakes, baklava ice cream, cheesecakes just to name a few!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It all went to a good cause too. Money for the local food bank and soup kitchen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358003939442563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Slt0MeueGVI/AAAAAAAABCs/3FRR772WT2Y/s320/DSCN0563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am with Thalia and her son Ethan from our new ward here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; we were eating buddies. YUMMY GOODNESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if you want to attend this fantastic event next year click &lt;a href="http://http://www.visitbloomington.com/microsites/index.cfm?action=Cover&amp;amp;meetingid=20"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information and plan your trip around it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5249022046648558084?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5249022046648558084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5249022046648558084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5249022046648558084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5249022046648558084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-be-better-than.html' title='What can be better than . . . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Slt2nd_dlvI/AAAAAAAABC0/989S1RHLLSY/s72-c/DSCN0561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5572340310777647638</id><published>2009-06-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:08:30.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia, I will not forget thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL4HDYzs-I/AAAAAAAABCk/nr25DCU5yaQ/s1600-h/DSC04345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Well, I am finally to the end of my stint as a single guy, and I cannot even express how wonderful it feels to almost be in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. To say that living by myself has been difficult would be quite the understatement. Everything has been pretty tame, nothing wild or crazy to relate, but it was never fun coming from school, where I am not exactly in the best environment, to a completely empty house. The strangest feeling in the world is to open up the door and see absolutely nothing where there used to be so much. I spent most of my time in the bedroom because it was the only room that had anything in it, and it was too depressing to hang out in any other room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDAVIDH%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately, this month has not been all depression, sadness, and solitary confinement. That would have been absolutely horrible, and it’s not exactly how I prefer to live my life. This month has been good for a few things. I am currently undefeated in my football videogame (I wish I could say the same for my basketball game), I am also currently undefeated in tennis, proper appreciation needs to go to Nathan and James for helping me feel so much better about myself. I have a feeling the losses on their part were somewhat intentional. I have also been very blessed to have been able to spend so much time with friends here in the area. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think the coolest statistic, above and beyond videogames and tennis, is the amount of times I have had to cook dinner (if pouring a bowl of cereal counts for anything) for myself during the past two weeks. The answer, TWICE. Thanks to all who have made this difficult time so much happier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL14YCSm1I/AAAAAAAABCE/46tp8UnY1LM/s1600-h/Photo-0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL14YCSm1I/AAAAAAAABCE/46tp8UnY1LM/s400/Photo-0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351109656143108946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL2oOLKnjI/AAAAAAAABCU/kdlLbxoS0Yk/s1600-h/DSC03995+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL2oOLKnjI/AAAAAAAABCU/kdlLbxoS0Yk/s400/DSC03995+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351110478129700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDAVIDH%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most important benefit of this time apart is the opportunity to take time to reflect on what is really important. I have always known how lucky I am to have Susan in my life, but it is so easy to get so caught up in life that the most important people tend to get ignored. While I have not particularly enjoyed this time away, it has been very beneficial to me to remember why I fell so deeply in love eight years ago. Susan is the absolute best woman in the world for me. I have had a lot of time to think about our experiences together, and how we have ended up together. She is just so amazing that I hope that I can somehow do enough for her. Good thing she is stuck to me for eternity, so that I just might have a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL0tho2_8I/AAAAAAAABBk/Qkg7zhyAgWs/s1600-h/may+june+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL0tho2_8I/AAAAAAAABBk/Qkg7zhyAgWs/s400/may+june+2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351108370230607810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL0tfx2yKI/AAAAAAAABBc/1yaUjaZ38Gk/s1600-h/DSC04280+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL0tfx2yKI/AAAAAAAABBc/1yaUjaZ38Gk/s400/DSC04280+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351108369731471522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDAVIDH%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the past month, I have also missed our anniversary, Jarom’s sixth birthday, and a few other things. Missing the anniversary sucked, but Susan and I have actually been apart for four of the seven anniversaries that we have had, so that was, sadly, almost more normal than not. Missing Jarom’s birthday was difficult because that has not happened before, and you only get so many birthdays with a child before they are gone (I plan on celebrating my anniversary for an infinite number of years). I am extremely grateful to my sister and my parents who found a way to make this a special day for him, and I am also very grateful for technology as I was able to see pictures of the event as they were happening, but it was still very difficult being away from him. I have spent many hours over the past five weeks browsing pictures and videos of my family, and my heart is filled with gratitude to have them in my life. I know that our lives have been so crazy trying to work full-time, having both of us in school, and trying to provide a normal family life for our son, but I am glad they are there, and I plan on making sure my priorities are in the right place during this next stage of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL1JzbnfAI/AAAAAAAABBs/8TXigJlRMhg/s1600-h/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL1JzbnfAI/AAAAAAAABBs/8TXigJlRMhg/s400/DSC04335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351108856043240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Due to the depressive nature of this time, I made sure that I got out and did things with as many people as I could. I am so grateful to those that let me stop by, have dinner, play tennis, or just generally hang out. I was able to go to the temple in DC, and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I was able to develop a very special friendship with Nathan who truly helped save my sanity during this period, and I was able to renew and strengthen other friendships that I could not have gotten along without. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL1VAKsAfI/AAAAAAAABB8/zW7c4hFVPoM/s1600-h/DSC04340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL1VAKsAfI/AAAAAAAABB8/zW7c4hFVPoM/s400/DSC04340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351109048440455666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkLz-IpjFEI/AAAAAAAABBU/pvW801d5afI/s1600-h/DSC04396+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkLz-IpjFEI/AAAAAAAABBU/pvW801d5afI/s400/DSC04396+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351107556068758594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the capstone events of this month was my trip to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gettysburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; this past weekend with Nathan. I have wanted to go there ever since I moved to PA, but have just not taken the opportunity. It was a very sobering experience to walk across the cemetery where thousands of soldiers are buried. I found it very interesting that the graves are arranged almost as if at a concert hall around the spot that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/st1:city&gt; gave the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gettysburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; address. One of the most touching things to me was that so many of the graves were just numbered. There was no name, no date, no place of birth, just a number. These valiant people stood up for what they believed in to the point where they not only sacrificed everything including homes, families, and their own lives, but they also sacrificed to the extent that nobody will truly know who they were for what they did. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkLz9yzdXEI/AAAAAAAABBM/kdEGEPpD1lA/s1600-h/DSC04355+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkLz9yzdXEI/AAAAAAAABBM/kdEGEPpD1lA/s400/DSC04355+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351107550204746818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now they are just a number. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkLzc_5xf9I/AAAAAAAABBE/Io3u6zDmIeE/s1600-h/DSC04353+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkLzc_5xf9I/AAAAAAAABBE/Io3u6zDmIeE/s400/DSC04353+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351106986785210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, as I leave &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I am so excited for what lies ahead. Today has been surreal in that it does feel as though it is time. But I also know that my better half awaits just over twelve hours away, and that is where I need to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/8824162293138337057-5572340310777647638?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5572340310777647638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5572340310777647638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5572340310777647638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5572340310777647638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/philadelphia-i-will-not-forget-thee.html' title='Philadelphia, I will not forget thee'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SkL4HDYzs-I/AAAAAAAABCk/nr25DCU5yaQ/s72-c/DSC04345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-3128669500958032323</id><published>2009-06-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:31:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a kid anymore I got so giddy and silly when I first saw this building . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349452472822391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0SrnFp43I/AAAAAAAAA_0/pBTyPRw3Uow/s320/DSCN0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349451349617341154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0RqO0s8uI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vhd24dp9FrM/s320/DSCN0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0RqoumyTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5zOunrQa4Zw/s1600-h/DSCN0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349451356571093298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0RqoumyTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5zOunrQa4Zw/s320/DSCN0542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This dinosaur is really crashing out of the building!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0RqXcr9dI/AAAAAAAAA_k/vKxkeAXS3qg/s1600-h/DSCN0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349451351932532178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0RqXcr9dI/AAAAAAAAA_k/vKxkeAXS3qg/s320/DSCN0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While these two are SO excited to break into the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILDREN'S MUSEUM of INDIANAPOLIS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349455173045829106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0VIyNFvfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JNNwArCM7FI/s320/DSCN0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that the &lt;strong&gt;coolest &lt;/strong&gt;thing ever!!! I want to go there and I am old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349455181496670066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0VJRr7V3I/AAAAAAAABAE/d8tJODbQBNY/s320/DSCN0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 'ladies' who I went with (Shay, Brynn, Sadie). And the little &lt;strong&gt;lego construction worker&lt;/strong&gt; was so adorable. I wanted them to keep doing construction so these little lego men could be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349469869739435282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0igPp5ZRI/AAAAAAAABA0/rVxz8uZDUAc/s320/DSCN0553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiderman&lt;/strong&gt; protecting the citizens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/154-155_carousel_print.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A carousel on the bottom level- $1.00 to go on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The main exhibition is this . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349469863569858466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0if4q9H6I/AAAAAAAABAs/nFyWSRJbHdA/s320/DSCN0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Star Wars: The Clone Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349455189052876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0VJt1d5hI/AAAAAAAABAM/NcoD3dergcg/s320/DSCN0551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349469846649125362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0ie5ovOfI/AAAAAAAABAU/XxD3pxmadd4/s320/DSCN0555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349469855254174434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0ifZsV2uI/AAAAAAAABAc/pKmmp2ti7us/s320/DSCN0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can view maquettes, concept designs and artwork from the series, as well as costumes, props, models and character art from the live-action feature films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349469857311935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0ifhW8yrI/AAAAAAAABAk/Ii3tbUlic8I/s320/DSCN0557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The visual exhibition features artwork, costumes and other pieces used in the concept and production for STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS, the first-ever animated feature and television series from Lucasfilm Animation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350255987758152642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj_teVe7O8I/AAAAAAAABA8/a_svcVWdNvE/s400/jedi_starfighter_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited to take Jarom here and anyone else who wants to visit us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-3128669500958032323?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3128669500958032323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=3128669500958032323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3128669500958032323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/3128669500958032323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-go-here.html' title='I wanna go here!!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sj0SrnFp43I/AAAAAAAAA_0/pBTyPRw3Uow/s72-c/DSCN0544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-1498050895369387208</id><published>2009-06-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:51:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day on the JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my first 24-hours on the job. My &lt;strong&gt;newest job&lt;/strong&gt; has been working here . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 551px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.doh.state.fl.us/disease_ctrl/epi/Epi_Updates/Images/emergency.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Emergency Department&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;, Indiana. It is one of the top 5 in the state. My first few days have been interesting, exciting and difficult to adapt from a nurse practitioner role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ghhospital.com/images/er6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is pretty much what all of our room look like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for those who have never been to the ED).&lt;/span&gt; Complete with heart monitors, oxygen, suction, overhead lights, pumps and crash carts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are a wide range of patients seen in all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EDs&lt;/span&gt;. But today I looked like this . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.outsourcestrategies.com/images/emergency_room_medical_billing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not kidding. A 42-year old male with a MI &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(myocardial infarction)&lt;/span&gt; aka. heart attack! Between my preceptor, a nursing aide and myself we had him rushed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cath&lt;/span&gt; lab &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(where they go in with a camera through his leg arteries and visualize his coronary arteries (arteries of the heart))&lt;/span&gt; on the other side of the hospital 13 minutes after the ambulance brought him to the ED. He went with two IV sites, all his labs drawn, heparin &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lopressor&lt;/span&gt; given, and a completed and read EKG. We seriously looked like these pictures. Screaming at people to get out of the way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.larrymulvehill.com/med/images/Through%20Emergency%20Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; am I struggling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because I want to look like this . . . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.winterparkhospital.com/sites/www.winterparkhospital.com/files/services/1-Emergency.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been trained to complete assessments, ask questions, complete histories, do suturing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(aka stitches),&lt;/span&gt; do I&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(incision &amp;amp; drainage),&lt;/span&gt; complete procedures and make diagnoses. What do I do as a staff RN? The physician's orders. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Even then I can't do the orders until he puts them in the computer.)&lt;/span&gt; I have felt so limited, so restrained, so helpless when the physician has 14-16 people to see and I am sitting on my backside waiting for him. Trying to be helpful but trying not to get in his way. Not to mention pay or the lack there of as a staff RN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know something will work out. I just don't want to lose the skills that I have learned. (And the skills that I have paid to learn). I want to help people. I want to help the physicians help our patients. Please let me find a job where I can do that. Where I can help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-1498050895369387208?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1498050895369387208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=1498050895369387208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1498050895369387208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/1498050895369387208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-on-job.html' title='First day on the JOB'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-4995384793364014587</id><published>2009-06-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:05:02.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss this little boy . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since the new year I had been watching this cute little bundle of joy for several hours each week. His parents sought me out in December to watch him and it truly answered our prayers! I was able to stay home, be with Jarom when he came home from kindergarten and yet still have some income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348002194654935378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjfrqT5quVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/h0f1WEfKKpA/s320/DSCN0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was wonderful to have baby laughter in our house, baby smiles, pack-n-plays, strollers, bumbo seats, bottles, jars of puree food, spit up and even some dirty diapers. Oh, how I miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348002193035519378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjfrqN3kZZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/LEXY4MOya0U/s320/DSCN0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Issac helped me to remember what it was like to have a little one around. He taught me that crying is okay, that stains come out of clothes and that baby smiles can brighten anyone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348002206616235378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjfrrAddrXI/AAAAAAAAA_U/HO9fgwCzHyo/s320/DSCN0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I loved holding him when I fed him a bottle, burping him afterwards, playing with toys, singing songs, helping Jarom hold him, helping him to roll over, smothering him with kisses, having him sit and play in the kitchen while I made dinner, going on walks, having people admire "my two blond-haired, blue-eyed boys" when I went to a store watching him chew on the diaper bag strap and watching him pull a blanket over his face to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348002206231446930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sjfrq_BuRZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/rgpdcm8HYUI/s320/DSCN0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Christina for allowing me to take care of your little one. Thank you for trusting me with him. Thank you for letting me love him as a mother. There were days I did not want to give him back. I truly love and miss him with all my heart. He helped me to know for sure that I can love someone else's baby even if they did not come from my womb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We still hope and pray there is a birthmom out there for us. And after caring and loving Isaac I cannot wait to hold my baby in my arms, rock and sing, play, feed and yes, even change those poopy diapers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-4995384793364014587?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4995384793364014587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=4995384793364014587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4995384793364014587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/4995384793364014587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-this-little-boy.html' title='Miss this little boy . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjfrqT5quVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/h0f1WEfKKpA/s72-c/DSCN0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7639523329812659812</id><published>2009-06-15T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:37:11.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One short day in the Emerald City!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Divas and Romance and Thrills: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347707533270917698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfqwtLIkI/AAAAAAAAA-s/FP5gV4zJbgg/s320/DSCN0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So remember my last NYC trip? Well the whole reason we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NYC is to go here . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347707537521590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfrAinPwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/zT9VGqMVMZY/s320/DSCN0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVED it!! It was great. I laughed and laughed and tried not to sing to the music so everyone else around me could enjoy it! That proved to be challenging for me. Sorry Matt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfqikF2sI/AAAAAAAAA-k/OSNRP-i6jqM/s1600-h/DSCN0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347707529474726594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfqikF2sI/AAAAAAAAA-k/OSNRP-i6jqM/s320/DSCN0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Props greeting guests as they arrive at the &lt;strong&gt;Gershwin Theater&lt;/strong&gt; on 50th &amp;amp; Broadway- Times Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfqUtCPnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/MTkoFOjZ5pM/s1600-h/DSCN0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347707525754142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfqUtCPnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/MTkoFOjZ5pM/s320/DSCN0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends who went with us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeSGxMPGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3vuHmcfc4Ro/s1600-h/DSCN0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347706010184989794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeSGxMPGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3vuHmcfc4Ro/s320/DSCN0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Matt and I getting ready for the show to start. We had great seats. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the lower levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeSUa-CnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yunk_rdkyjA/s1600-h/DSCN0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347706013849881202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeSUa-CnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yunk_rdkyjA/s320/DSCN0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James, Martha &amp;amp; David in their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeRh6LL3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/31an7t7rd60/s1600-h/DSCN0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347706000290557810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeRh6LL3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/31an7t7rd60/s320/DSCN0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tasha &amp;amp; Amanda drove up with Amanda's mom just to see the show!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeRab1UiI/AAAAAAAAA98/ZWzwEIc3r4Q/s1600-h/DSCN0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347705998284247586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbeRab1UiI/AAAAAAAAA98/ZWzwEIc3r4Q/s320/DSCN0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting in line to go to the bathroom. It was crazy but we wanted to have empty bladders before the show started so we could enjoy the entire thing! There was a lady directing people to different stalls &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just like the dressing rooms of the temple)&lt;/span&gt; It was so funny!! I laughed out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbdQB21zKI/AAAAAAAAA90/oCeWe_yeB5g/s1600-h/DSCN0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347704874995141794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbdQB21zKI/AAAAAAAAA90/oCeWe_yeB5g/s320/DSCN0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;If every musical had the brain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the heart, and the courage of 'Wicked' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broadway really would be a magical place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful and I can't wait to go again!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Maybe they will come through Indianapolis).&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Paige for making one of my dreams, while living in Philly, come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jarom is so upset that he couldn't go. He LOVES the music from 'Wicked'. They have a strict 8-year old policy. So he knows when he turns 8 he can go. He is stoked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7639523329812659812?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7639523329812659812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7639523329812659812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7639523329812659812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7639523329812659812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-short-day-in-emerald-city.html' title='One short day in the Emerald City!!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SjbfqwtLIkI/AAAAAAAAA-s/FP5gV4zJbgg/s72-c/DSCN0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-8585290686010119086</id><published>2009-06-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:39:45.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To market, to market . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  To market, to market &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to buy a fat pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;home again, home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jig jiggity jig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here in Bloomington every Saturday they have a &lt;strong&gt;Farmer's Market&lt;/strong&gt; downtown. Some friends wanted to break me into this Bloomington experience&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345471119066955346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si7tqUkYflI/AAAAAAAAA8k/chmQEmrYEaU/s320/DSCN0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The market was crazy (for such a small town) filled with tons of people. Buying all sorts of yummy goodness. There were lanes and lanes of people selling all sorts of stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345471124094432546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si7tqnTBtSI/AAAAAAAAA8s/oj0jx5PFgBo/s320/DSCN0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was an extremely warm day (we even put sunscreen on). Everyone was under tents&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345471133432144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si7trKFT4iI/AAAAAAAAA80/PJeg1787Vgc/s320/DSCN0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people even made their own aisles with their pop-up canopys. Everything you could think of (if it was in season) was for sale.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345481670980453330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si73Qhgmw9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/FKNIh8KL8As/s320/DSCN0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fruits, vegetables (even chillies!!), flowers, herbs (both fresh and dried) . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345481663831271250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si73QG4G51I/AAAAAAAAA9U/4qhepaGLzsg/s320/DSCN0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fresh bakery items, kettle corn, ice cream, wine, quiche, yummy cheeses, coffee, cookies, fresh fruit smoothies, honey and . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478336555734306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si70ObzzVSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/lPRzGZYAJ1g/s320/DSCN0529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey on a stick!! This booth also made candles and all sorts of cool things from bees wax! Look at the table. Pictured above are the ladies I went with. Top:Lauren &amp;amp; Necia, Botton: Brynn, Sadie, &amp;amp; Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478338284844178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si70OiQDdJI/AAAAAAAAA9M/U0dOl0BV_F4/s320/DSCN0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can also find an array of barbecue sauces and the MEAT to go with it! Our favorite was the Texas style BBQ sauce. (This is were Chris (the dad) spent most of his time!! Maybe he felt a little out numbered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345481666731901938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si73QRrrA_I/AAAAAAAAA9c/oDZkdzSsI50/s320/DSCN0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tons of people there were selling bacon, sausage, tenderloin, chops, steaks, eggs, breasts, legs, thighs, and meat candy. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345481677198454610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si73Q4rF71I/AAAAAAAAA9s/DiKNXfS75gg/s320/DSCN0534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If anyone can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;what this is I will make you some and send it to you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345476601350179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si7ypbqjyRI/AAAAAAAAA88/sY0bWidUsS0/s320/DSCN0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were even local artisans demonstrating their musical and art skills! This is what made it feel a little more hometownish. All the singing and twanging to country songs. It was a super fun morning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay tuned to find out what I do next!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-8585290686010119086?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8585290686010119086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=8585290686010119086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8585290686010119086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/8585290686010119086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-market-to-market.html' title='To market, to market . . .'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Si7tqUkYflI/AAAAAAAAA8k/chmQEmrYEaU/s72-c/DSCN0525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5736011770710252462</id><published>2009-06-06T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:07:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little One!!!</title><content type='html'>For those who can't keep track of dates &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like me)&lt;/span&gt; I just wanted to let you know our little one is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; years&lt;/strong&gt; old today!!! I cannot believe it! I remember having contractions during microbiology class at BYU with him. He has grown up in &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; many ways. How time flies. To learn more about Jarom &lt;a href="http://leadmeguidemewalkbesideme.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-little-one.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few snaps of our first few years with him. . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344345278339850466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirttxB7oOI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7PT9Tmv70bU/s320/scan63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready to go on his first plane ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344346119145892594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiruetRtqvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EKCe12fB5rQ/s320/scan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being held by his uncle Samuel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344346124094931874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sirue_tqA6I/AAAAAAAAA7c/5el4dKGfLeA/s320/scan26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting with mom at a Jazz Basketball game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344345278243953586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirttwrEW7I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8GHbNmo4CW0/s320/scan27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning about flowers with mom on the SLC temple grounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344347158688216722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirvbN36tpI/AAAAAAAAA7s/m8l-t4zkZ58/s320/scan60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving his first car at his Aunt Christine's house &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(PS: Jarom has spend 2 of his 6 birthday here. Its great because one of her son's birthday is on the same day as his. Today Jarom is there having a birthday party and watching Kyle get baptized. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344346127276225314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirufLkIsyI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n8dbc8vNoo4/s320/scan33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy holding Jarom at the SLC temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344347160239319586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirvbTpuqiI/AAAAAAAAA70/qE9Z1q0CloQ/s320/scan64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving the "real" truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344345274565535170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sirtti-EJcI/AAAAAAAAA68/0dKB39r9iTE/s320/scan62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirty faces! He wanted more brownie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that little baby grew into this boy. . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344349123892818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirxNm1NMFI/AAAAAAAAA8c/gg0a0hWDjbg/s320/Picture+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing in the sandbox at Grandma's in Utah while mom studied for her FNP exam in Indiana and Dad finishes his teaching  contract in Philly. When will we be together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344349114339819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirxNDPl_1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/1gyZhfEZY0E/s320/Picture+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making a crocodile out of cupcakes- something else he did away from his parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344349120766134818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirxNbLvyiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/tlDC_9FYYMw/s320/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sent Jarom a package for his birthday in it was this water gun. So far (we've been told) that he LOVES it and has spent hours squirting things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344349112708968290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirxM9KxL2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/o74aVuPR81g/s320/DSCN0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With his mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dearest Jarom- I hope you have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. You have grown up SO much since you were born. You can do incredible things now like read, say your own prayers, run, speak kindly, do your helper tasks, and play with other kids. You are such a great little boy. You have been through so much with a mommy and a daddy who are so busy with school and life. Thank you for that. We LOVE you forever and can't wait to see you again. Have a great day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Love You- Mom &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-5736011770710252462?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5736011770710252462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=5736011770710252462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5736011770710252462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/5736011770710252462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-little-one.html' title='Happy Birthday Little One!!!'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SirttxB7oOI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7PT9Tmv70bU/s72-c/scan63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-7033601747784082075</id><published>2009-06-06T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:36:46.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Certification Examination</title><content type='html'>Okay after months of sitting and studying, I finally got to take my National Certification Examination which recognizes me as a Family Nurse Practitioner. It was a grueling 4-hour exam which started at noon with no food or drink allowed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(great right in the middle of lunch and my sleepy time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minimum&lt;/strong&gt; score to pass the examination- 350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/748443511_e3b89339d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan's&lt;/strong&gt; score- 425&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HUGS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KISSES &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;PRAYERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go out to all of you who thought and prayed for me. I truly have felt your love and kindness as I have been studying and as I took the exam. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-7033601747784082075?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7033601747784082075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=7033601747784082075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7033601747784082075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/7033601747784082075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/national-certification-examination.html' title='National Certification Examination'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/748443511_e3b89339d2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-6069266198335775317</id><published>2009-06-03T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:12:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Views of Bloomington</title><content type='html'>So lots of people who have never been to Bloomington keep asking me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's it look like in Bloomington, Indiana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can' figure out why they haven't been to Bloomington yet. Isn't a vacation spot? An escape from the pressures of life and chaos? A resort for those needing a sanctuary? An a beacon for those who LOVE IU basketball? Its only about  1 hour south of I-70 for those who frequent transcontinental trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe it's only us that the aforementioned applies to. So I will show you the views I have had of Bloomington since moving here 13 days ago. From where I sit this is what Bloomington looks like . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343270148329903762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sicb49onFpI/AAAAAAAAA60/qi34lbvWzxg/s320/DSCN0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343270142646406514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sicb4odjzXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/h0uRNld2eXA/s320/DSCN0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it folks! That's all I have seen of Bloomington since arriving. My southend hurts so much from sitting in these two places and I think I am developing Thoracic Curvature Syndrome from studying for so long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck- only 39 hours till I can take my national examination to be a real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Family Nurse Practitioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Or better yet pray for me!! I need all the prayers I can get- Seriously!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Stay tuned for more "real" Bloomington pictures to come after this test. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-6069266198335775317?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6069266198335775317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=6069266198335775317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6069266198335775317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/6069266198335775317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/views-of-bloomington.html' title='Views of Bloomington'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/Sicb49onFpI/AAAAAAAAA60/qi34lbvWzxg/s72-c/DSCN0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-317505877386770058</id><published>2009-06-02T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:28:15.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason that I am even doing this is to surprise Susan and show her that I know how, at least I hope I know how. So anyway, there have been a few people that have been wondering how a very happily married man is doing when the love of his life is a thousand miles away. Well, it's really quite simple. Here is my beautiful house, you remember the one that didn't sell. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342766725871694754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVSB61b86I/AAAAAAAAA6k/gkCqb7E_fdA/s320/DSC04292+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is what it now looks like on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVQhmwAWwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/k5tAJD0kBmY/s1600-h/DSC04283+[Desktop+Resolution].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342765071212763906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVQhmwAWwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/k5tAJD0kBmY/s320/DSC04283+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVQhmwAWwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/k5tAJD0kBmY/s1600-h/DSC04283+[Desktop+Resolution].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342764790015175298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVQRPNRqoI/AAAAAAAAA6M/RpfiGtKWlDw/s320/DSC04280+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as you can tell, I don't have much to do. I can sit on the floor toward the sunlight, or I can sit on the floor away from the sunlight. If I am really bored, I can lay down on the floor. See, I told you that it is easy to keep myself busy during this time of solitary confinement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fortunately, I have one resource that has saved all levels and sanity, and even gives some sort of happiness and comfort.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342766029831606946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVRZZ4jEqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WkdBD7F7N8g/s320/DSC04286+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HALLELUJAH!!!!!!! The freezer was left filled with all sorts of goodness, including otter pops, fudgecicles, and cookie dough that helps ease the drudgery of staring at blank walls. I told you that a married man separated from all that is good and wonderful can survive :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824162293138337057-317505877386770058?l=susanhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/317505877386770058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824162293138337057&amp;postID=317505877386770058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/317505877386770058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824162293138337057/posts/default/317505877386770058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanhardy.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Dave, Susan, Jarom Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373607124911130668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiVSB61b86I/AAAAAAAAA6k/gkCqb7E_fdA/s72-c/DSC04292+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824162293138337057.post-5042368078234642535</id><published>2009-05-31T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:28:31.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Au revoir New York.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share some photos of my last trip to NYC (at least for awhile). We had a great time and did tons of things- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shows what can happen with a great map and people who know what they want to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342052221956805010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLIMUVSUZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Zm_Swh_dLEg/s320/DSCN0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Riding the &lt;strong&gt;Megabus&lt;/strong&gt; from Philly to NYC!! (Martha, James, &amp;amp; Paige) It's awesome- double decker, tables, TV &amp;amp; DVD player &amp;amp; bathroom!!! Plus it gets in the express lanes which means we were in NYC at Penn Station in less than 2 hours. Best part is the price-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$10.00!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342052828362318482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLIvnXoIpI/AAAAAAAAA20/Za09BrNPb8c/s320/DSCN0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever wanted to see &lt;strong&gt;Madison Square Garden&lt;/strong&gt; (from Godzilla) but couldn't afford to fly to NYC well here it is . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342052834262537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLIv9WWVoI/AAAAAAAAA28/v2S19UNw9Vo/s320/DSCN0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tons of people because NYU was having graduation!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054497747339394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLKQyUCCII/AAAAAAAAA3E/uizXEwdC6VU/s320/DSCN0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can anybody &lt;strong&gt;guess &lt;/strong&gt;what this huge, beautiful stone building is? It's just around the corner from Madison Square Garden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054504377248754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLKRLAua_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/uRy4skuF4PU/s320/DSCN0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I for sure guessed wrong. It's a &lt;strong&gt;Post Office&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Why can't my neighborhood post office look like this? Too bad the price of the stamp just went up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342067180045166322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLVy_jdZvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dTVyUrNnay4/s320/DSCN0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever wonder how they paint those beautiful murals? Well we caught them in action. They paint it all white before replacing it with a new painting! Here they are about 2/3rd them way done painting it white. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342067182413840178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLVzIYMfzI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nrcuZuNg1AM/s320/DSCN0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A close up of the painters! They are really high up there. I wonder how often they have to go down to fill up with more paint? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342072246715406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLaZ6Xx16I/AAAAAAAAA3k/zVTwn81iyo0/s320/DSCN0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for subway D to take us "Downtown" to China town. (Susie &amp;amp; Matt) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Matt, my brother in-law was my "date" for the day because my husband couldn't come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342072249882095394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLaaGKxryI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DDJi2uDoBmo/s320/DSCN0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Riding with friends to Chinatown. This was the nicest subway I had been on in NYC! (James, David &amp;amp; Martha) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342078561138797250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLgJdboasI/AAAAAAAAA4E/PA-jzPPDsEU/s320/DSCN0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know you are in Chinatown when . . . . . . . you can't read anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076897006422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLeomDjiMI/AAAAAAAAA30/oTxnPTNPZkM/s320/DSCN0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fresh fruits and veggie markets in &lt;strong&gt;Chinatown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076902014186978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLeo4tf9eI/AAAAAAAAA38/2ah5Bc1BcPQ/s320/DSCN0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The streets of Chinatown are filled with venders. Some of them sell food, clothing, pirated DVDs, music, meats, fake Tiffany Jewelry, and perfume &amp;amp; fake designer handbags. Seriously if you need anything you can find it in Chinatown and Canal Street. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No guarantee on the quality though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342078562258821442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9Ve8YuMeDY/SiLgJhmqoUI/AAAAAAAAA4M/t1mg4DvRjU8/s320/DSCN0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know thi
