<?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-4762802851319695344</id><updated>2011-12-18T21:47:00.322-08:00</updated><category term='Girls weekend'/><category term='Kyle Soccer'/><category term='My heroes'/><category term='Another E.R. visit'/><category term='Idaho Surprise'/><category term='New PUPPY Nellie'/><category term='Mutant Thanksgiving'/><category term='Yea Snow'/><category term='Pneumonia'/><category term='Spider Decorations- REAL'/><category term='I love my hubby'/><category term='Sleigh me'/><category term='School Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='Girls Game Nt.'/><category term='Two front teeth'/><category term='me and my celiac disease'/><category term='Santa comin to town'/><category term='Kids say the Darn&apos;dest things'/><category term='Two front teeth for Christmas'/><category term='Bike Ride'/><category term='School blues'/><category term='Puppy Pardum?'/><category term='Ben 10'/><category term='Playing catch up'/><category term='Christmas tag'/><category term='Vacation visiting the Bohrer Cousins'/><category term='Snow Day'/><category term='Game Night'/><category term='Been BOO&apos;ED'/><category term='Family Picture'/><category term='Memory Lane Music'/><category term='Soccer mom'/><category term='fly by Summer'/><category term='THRILLER NIGHT'/><category term='Been a while since last post'/><category term='Kids funny practical jokes'/><category term='Win it forward'/><category term='Perspective'/><category term='Autumn pictures Adventure Learning Park 2008'/><category term='More butt shots and an IV'/><category term='5 funny things for the week'/><category term='Keeping the spark'/><category term='Semi-family Reunion at the West&apos;s Lake House'/><category term='Snow finally'/><category term='Halloween- Dan and Amy &apos;08'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Bohrer Family</title><subtitle type='html'>LIFE IS GOOD WHEN YOU'RE WITH THE ONE'S YOU LOVE!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-7398222443198083101</id><published>2010-05-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:05:29.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day was Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it has been a while.  Now that that is out of the way, I just want to say that Mother's Day was Awesome!!  I woke up to a yummy breakfast, after sleeping in.(Dan camped out on the floor outside the door so the kids wouldn't bug me.) Breakfast was a feast, and church was good with all of the spiritual feasts as well.  I especially loved Relief Society, the lesson on Prophets and also their mothers, loved it.  Thank goodness for waterproof mascara!  Then, dinner was another great part of the day.  Any meal is better when it is made by someone else, right?  I enjoyed my day, thank you DAN and Hailey and Kyle, for giving me the best Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-7398222443198083101?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7398222443198083101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=7398222443198083101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7398222443198083101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7398222443198083101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-was-awesome.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day was Awesome!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2409453255968256668</id><published>2010-02-22T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:39:58.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my hubby'/><title type='text'>I LOVE my Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/S4K_ICz6CRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_WVIL-npDjA/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+November+2009+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441121444731422994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/S4K_ICz6CRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_WVIL-npDjA/s400/Family+Pictures+November+2009+289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE my Husband!  &lt;div&gt;I don't think I can say it enough- I know he get's uncomfortable when I can't stop saying it, but it is true.  I love -YOU- Dan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the process of adoption can be tough, it has brought out the best in Dan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say, who wouldn't want Dan as a Daddy?  I think he is the best!  As I was listening at our training, I couldn't stop reflecting on all of the wonderful things he does as a dad.  I am so thankful that I don't have to feel insecure about this category.  I can't be the dad, and thank goodness for that, I could never amount up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan, you are the best, whether you get uncomfortable hearing it or not.  I can't ever be thankful enough that you were sent to me.  Thank you Heavenly Father, I wouldn't have found him without your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2409453255968256668?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2409453255968256668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2409453255968256668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2409453255968256668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2409453255968256668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I LOVE my Husband'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/S4K_ICz6CRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_WVIL-npDjA/s72-c/Family+Pictures+November+2009+289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2383707488183922904</id><published>2010-02-20T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:01:10.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My heroes'/><title type='text'>Adoption here we come</title><content type='html'>Just went to our Adoption Training today and last night and were enlightened greatly. Wow! To all those who have gone through the process of adoption, you are my new heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of training was completely overwhelming as they inform us we are basically trying to sell ourselves online, and it will be much like an online dating thing? Yikes! As we heard all of the other couples and the things that they had done so far and ideas of what to do to "sell" yourself out there...Dan and I were left feeling completely "UN-COOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went in feeling pumped for more knowlege and excited to hear more from those couples who we were beginning to build new relationships with, then got completely knocked off my seat when the panel of birth mothers started to share their stories of placing and the struggles and joys and the bitter sweet experiences that they have. I cried with them, and then kept going when they stopped, I just wanted to take each of them and heal their pain and make it all better. It absolutely broke my heart. I almost couldn't take in the last two, my tissues were shreds and my heart was shocked, hadn't cried like that for a really long time thanks to good emotional drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tremendously greatful for the experience and I will forever be changed as my perspective for birth mothers and fathers has been completely enlightened. I feel these people are such special spirits to be able to be strong enough to go through this great hardship for the love of their child. I am left feeling like I can never whine or feel like I have any troubles again to call trials. I can't imagine anything that compares to their experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared to get to this stage. I don't want to make anyone hurt like that ever, it breaks my heart. I just want to hold them and tell them everything will be okay, except I can't do anything, I feel completely helpless. I am so thankful for my Savior's sacrifice, he is the only one who can understand, and take the hurt and heal and bring peace. That was one thing that I was so thankful to hear each of the birthmother's say was the peace that they felt and the answers to prayers about the families that they placed their child with. I am thankful to have been able to go to this training to learn more and to get an idea of what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I will be spending a good chunck of my life in a constant prayer to get through this. I am so thankful for a sweet husband who held my hand and through the tears and put his arm around me and tried to comfort me when I drained my tears as we listened and ached for those who were sharing their hearts with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2383707488183922904?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2383707488183922904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2383707488183922904' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2383707488183922904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2383707488183922904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/adoption-here-we-come.html' title='Adoption here we come'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-6416804318364696698</id><published>2009-10-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:24:36.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Been BOO&apos;ED'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>We were just "BOO"ed just after we finished Family Home Evening.  My kids were so excited, they wanted to go and "BOO" everyone that second.  The family that gave us the Boo, gave us a decoration saying BOO.  Dan said, "Maybe it is because they know you can't have the treats?"  If so, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;My daughter Hailey asked if she could make cake in her easy bake oven today, and I said I didn't have any mixes, she went straight down to the basement and found a brownie box.  She said that would do.  I really didn't want to make either treat as I know I can't have them.  She said don't you think this will be good?  I explained, yes but I can't have any.  Does it have wheat she asked?  Yes, I told her, she said that it was okay.  I just didn't have to eat it.  Oh how sweet.  I got to help her make and then cook the yummy brownies in the easy bake oven and then the regular oven.  Then, she wanted frosting, so I made this for her and we decided it would be the Family Home Evening treat.&lt;br /&gt;I decided later after watching the family eat the brownies, that I wasn't just going to sit and watch them have my much missed chocolate fix.  I went straight to the cupboard determined to find a recipe that was gluten free and that had chocolate in it.  What do you know?  On the back of the Gluten free Chex box?  Yea, a desert snack I had almost forgotten about.  "Muddy Buddies"  Also known as Puppy Chow to my husband.  So I made this and enjoyed a little and put a whole lot away in the fridge and freezer for the next time I need chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Celiacs?  What?  Don't even notice...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the kids went to bed, I saw this posted on a friends Facebook, I liked it and thought I should post it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSPECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip , the father asked his son , "How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was great , Dad."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah , " said the son.&lt;br /&gt;"So , tell me , what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;br /&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;We have servants who serve us , but they serve others.&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food , but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us , they have friends to protect them."&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added , "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have , especially your friends!&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too short and friends are too few."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-6416804318364696698?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6416804318364696698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=6416804318364696698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/6416804318364696698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/6416804318364696698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-1761416194246195810</id><published>2009-09-27T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:03:28.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me and my celiac disease'/><title type='text'>Celiac Disease- another one for the list</title><content type='html'>Yes, the lab results are in with a yes to having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease.  My family said they are taking dibs on what next disease I will be diagnosed with. (THANKS!) I am hoping that a lot of my health problems were the cause of this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease and that everything else will get better as I avoid gluten and wheat etc.  A lot of research to do, but it should be okay.  I am actually ready to face this bull by the horns and hit it straight on and hopefully I can become self-reliant without wheat products.  It is amazing what it is in, like shampoo's and conditioners, lotions, any food that is processed, even lunch meat!  Yikes, this is going to be a struggle for a bit until I get the hang of it.  Luckily my doctor kind of thought that I have had this for a while and I kind of tried to wean from wheat, just not whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heart idly&lt;/span&gt; because I wasn't going to go without until I knew for sure, but I tried to avoid the basics, so I have started anyway being more aware and now it is time to be a strict Gluten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nazi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-1761416194246195810?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1761416194246195810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=1761416194246195810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1761416194246195810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1761416194246195810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/celiac-disease-another-one-for-list.html' title='Celiac Disease- another one for the list'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2339608048433810202</id><published>2009-09-23T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:33:06.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids funny practical jokes'/><title type='text'>My kids make me proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Crap are my kids funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the trash talk, but I just can't help it. My kids are taking after me and I am so proud I could just shed a tear of happiness and laughter right here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny thing number 1 that caught me off guard when I realized that my kids sense of humor was just as bad as mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hailey was working on her Reflections project for school and using clay. Kyle asked if he could have some of the black. Hailey shared reluctantly as she thought this was just going to go to waste as she thinks his artistic skills are no match for hers. Little did she know he was making a different kind of art, the art of humor and laughter:)&lt;br /&gt;Kyle came out and said, "Nobody tell dad that this is fake poop, he will think it is Nellie's(our dog) and be mad, don't tell him it's clay okay?"&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was so funny, even more so later, when it really worked as Kyle had carefully constructed it to look just like Nellie's poop near Dan's closet. It was so comical because we have been cleaning up these little surprises in just the place where Kyle left it.  I was so tickled as my sides hurt from laughing at this lovely practical joke, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; my style. I was just sad that I didn't think of it first:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny thing number 2 that took me by surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hailey has had a cast on for about 2 months. Her latest cast was a smaller one that Dan and I ended up cutting off ourselves- (I know, not the prize patients, we were dying to scrub it down and boil her, her arm reeked!) Anyway, we took it off in pieces, because the cast was so dang thick. The last part just slid right off of her skinny little wrist and was her biggest piece of the cast, the rest was in fragments. As I am cleaning the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reasty&lt;/span&gt; thing up, Hailey brings me the piece hanging and says, "I think we should send this to Aunt Becky for a car air &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;freshener&lt;/span&gt;" After my initial shock of comprehending my daughters humor to be up to par with mine, I laughed so hard and said I am game, let's do it. We tied a little ribbon on it, put it in a gift bag and shipped it off with a little note from Hailey about the heart felt gift. Hailey mentioned that if it didn't work out as a car air &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;freshener&lt;/span&gt;, Becky could always use it as an ornament for her tree.&lt;br /&gt;My kid is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! She knows how clean Becky is, and how beautifully decorated her Christmas tree is, and how awesomely funny that will be. Also, we have a practical joke thing between us and it was due time Becky had hers. So here it was coming from my one and only daughter. She makes me so proud, another tear almost shed of pure enjoyment as I got the call from Becky laughing so hard when she got her package. Hope you enjoy it Becky!! I did.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2339608048433810202?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2339608048433810202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2339608048433810202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2339608048433810202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2339608048433810202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-kids-make-me-proud.html' title='My kids make me proud'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3673447026047339848</id><published>2009-09-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:56:11.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Lane Music'/><title type='text'>Memory Lane Kareoke Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was cleaning out a box from the basement and was tossing out some much needed trash from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; years that I hung on to for WAY TOO LONG, and came across a tape of songs that I recorded from the hits that had some memory then, for whatever reason, I can't get rid of it.  I don't even dare listen to it, but I think it is time.  I think that we need to get together as girls and have a MEMORY LANE NIGHT where we all bring our old music that we can't seem to let go of and pop it into my lame &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; machine (geek town I know, I got it for free and my kids love it, and hopefully I will too) and we should make a fun night out of it where we sing like nerds together into the mikes to our old songs that we listened to way back when.  Any takers?  Jamie, I know you need this night out with your new baby and all, Malinda, Brooke, anyone else interested.  I think it would be funny.  I promise to make it fun, maybe even throw in a little Michael Jackson dancing for you...or get down with the running man, roger rabbit, who knows what just might come of this?  Let me know if you would let your guard down to be a nerd with me for a night. I will plan it later when I know what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; schedules are.  Even if we didn't hang out way back when, I am sure we can make fun of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; nonetheless:)  Can you dig it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-3673447026047339848?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3673447026047339848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3673447026047339848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3673447026047339848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3673447026047339848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory-lane-kareoke-night.html' title='Memory Lane Kareoke Night'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-668286408182955516</id><published>2009-09-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:51:40.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer mom'/><title type='text'>Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soccer Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, there are a ton of us out there.  I am one of them.  Do I love driving from this game to that one and trying to keep my kids in line before, after, and in Kyle's case, during the games? Not particularly, but I do LOVE to watch them play!  My kids are fun to watch.  Hailey is a natural and it is awesome to see her talent.  Kyle, when he focuses, is just crazy, but good too.  They are bribed with money for goals and blocks, what can I say, they are money driven.  That way they are competing against themselves, and not determining their outcome on win or loose.  Although, they both have become accustomed to winning, they sometimes don't take losses very well.   A Work in Progress!  I love to see the team work and the excited faces when they do well, also my favorite is the arms up victory smile from a scored goal.  There is a little girl on Hailey's team that just shines with her smile when she scores and again, the arms are up with a "YES!" smile on her face.  Wish I had a working camera.  As I have said before, lemonade and electronics are not friends, we found this out the hard way.  Still hard because I don't like posting without a picture.  Oh well, there is a story and you have an imagination right?  Someday, Someday...there are hopes, dreams and then there are the "Goonies" nickle wishes.  If you haven't seen Goonies, go watch it or this will mean nothing to you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-668286408182955516?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/668286408182955516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=668286408182955516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/668286408182955516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/668286408182955516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-8201042650852208041</id><published>2009-08-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:19:01.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School blues'/><title type='text'>School has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So school started last week, towards the end of the week, Thursday to be exact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always wondered who decided that, just some random suggestion to bother all of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD's&lt;/span&gt; in the world like me. Who thought "let's start school on a Thursday this year instead of a Monday, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; will show 'em."?? It was probably the same person who decided to have school start and end at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; times too, like "11:45am, no let's make it 11:48am...anyone? ah ah, that's what I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' about.." Who is this person and why is he messing with the time system that I grew up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is wrong with starting school at an even time like let's say 8am or 9am and getting out at say 2:15 or 3pm? Where did this 1:08 or 12:48, or all of these weird off times that totally mess with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psyche come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, I know I got problems, but come on- this is sabatouge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School started Thurs. and it went well for Hailey. Kyle doesn't officially start until...? Guess- if you said Thursday, you must be in on it too. It is in fact Thursday. Maybe they are easing the kids out of Summer, who knows. They sure fooled me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have mixed feelings about the kids going to school. Now that Kyle will be in school, it makes me realize how much more I feel like I need more kids. Normally, I would be thinking..."YES!" can't wait to get out a book, or take a nap, actually grocery shop without kids (is this even possible?) or take a shower or use the bathroom without the door just flinging open regardless if it was locked or not. Should I really be sad that I am going to be dealing with these positive problems? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, if my heart didn't just ache for another little one in the house, I would be fine. But the fact is, it does, and I am scared to death that these days are growing shorter with my little ones. Soon they will be all grown up and I will wish that the door just opens up on me while I'm on the toilet or have just got out of the shower and the neighborhood kid just happens to be with my own child walking in on me. I don't know if this particular thing I will miss, but I will miss the fact that those awkward moments come when children are around and that is what makes life interesting and memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pray that I will have enough courage to take the next step and find and bring that child into our home that is meant to be with us. I feel it, something has been missing and aching in my heart for the entire Summer and I have been too scared to address it. If you have a chance to pray for me, please do. Please ask Heavenly Father to tell me to stop being afraid of being hurt or let myself be vulnerable, which I have a hard time doing. I am scared to step into something I know I will be shedding tears over. I hate crying, and more than that, I don't like letting people see me cry. Dan has seen enough of it that I don't mind if he see's anymore, but to have others...I just don't know if I have the strength and courage in me to have others be watching me, asking the painful questions that aren't intended to be hurtful, like..."How are the adoption plans going?"  I am scared to death, so they are not going anywhere until I can get some courage and have some Faith, as George Michael puts it. I just gotta have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. my camera is still broken from the lemonade incident so I will be without pictures for a little bit until I can replace it. Unless, I can figure out how to get the pics from my phone onto here...anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-8201042650852208041?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8201042650852208041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=8201042650852208041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8201042650852208041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8201042650852208041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-has-begun.html' title='School has begun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-5223265075349223699</id><published>2009-08-17T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:37:50.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>School Year's Eve Party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School Year's Eve is almost here...are you ready to have a School Year's Eve Party?&lt;/span&gt;  If you have it in you to do something cute with your kids &amp;amp; their friends, or just your kids, this is a fun site to have as a resource.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There are things from invitations, planners, printable crafts, games, party hats, menu planners, name cards etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I did love the Junie B. Jones paper dolls.  Getting Junie B. Jones ready to go back to school, how is this not fun?  Hailey loved reading Junie B. Jones with her class last year.  Wierd to think that she will be going to 2nd grade this year and my little Kyle is not so little anymore and is going to Kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There are some cute ideas and fun stuff to do on this site, so check it out if you have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://npta.sparklist.com/t/1647788/38410867/1253/0/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;schoolyearseve.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Skip the intro. and then the fun stuff is under the Party Planner section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enjoy the time you have left with your little ones:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-5223265075349223699?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5223265075349223699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=5223265075349223699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/5223265075349223699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/5223265075349223699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-years-eve-party.html' title='School Year&apos;s Eve Party?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-1353105237018656196</id><published>2009-08-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:31:51.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 School Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are my kids ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are my kids excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above answers are YES!  Ready or not...here we come type deal!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care if I don't have everything this year.  I think that both  my kids have too much clothes, they might not be cute or even go together, but as far as laundry goes, they have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt;!  I didn't buy much this year because last year I tried to buy big for Hailey and also we get awesome hand-me-downs which I love from my sister.  Thank you, Becky.  I also did the frugal mom thing, which was way more fun for me than it was supposed to be...I ironed on fun decals to Hailey's older plain shirts from last year that still fit, and now she loves them.  I did the fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; cutesy skulls and rock and roll guitars and cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; stuff and threw in a cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; one too.  I have more decals too, if anyone wants them.&lt;br /&gt;Hailey even brought a few friends over and we made cute ones for them on their old/plain shirts.  Again, way more fun for me than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, who knows with this growing beanstalk.  I have an array of sizes to hopefully catch him in.  This kid changes 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; a day and has a shoe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fetish&lt;/span&gt; and a pocket obsession.  I don't understand it.  He always wants shoes everywhere he goes etc.  He loves pockets to carry all of his latest gadgets that he totes everywhere, usually ends up in the laundry too, if he forgets to glue it to himself as he sleeps.  Kyle can't have his shirt get wet, if it even has a little water from washing his hands, he has to change.  Yes-the laundry loads are awesome.  My favorite is like today when I washed his clothes and kept hearing beeping and thumping from the washer &amp;amp; dryer.  Come to find out, his play phone was in a "pocket" and going haywire from the water, and the thumping was his beloved "Ben 10" watch that I don't even know how that was in a pocket, because it rarely comes off of his wrist.  Along with all of the soggy laundry, misc. toys that smuggle their way through, there is always a parade size load of empty candy wrappers in the mix.  It is always a party doing his laundry...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-1353105237018656196?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1353105237018656196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=1353105237018656196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1353105237018656196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1353105237018656196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-2-school-ready.html' title='Back 2 School Ready?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2661661567730149233</id><published>2009-08-04T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:16:38.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly by Summer'/><title type='text'>Wo- slow down there!</title><content type='html'>Talk about a fly by Summer. I have had so much go on and haven't had the chance to put any of it on my blog. Sorry for all of the things that I can't put on here, this is why...&lt;br /&gt;May-Just crazy, kids getting out of school etc.&lt;br /&gt;June-Summer is finally here and it rained a lot, Kyle and I got Swine Flu and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quarantined&lt;/span&gt; ourselves and did some awesome activities, if I can find the pictures, I will post them.&lt;br /&gt;July-Last part of June and into July we went to visit Jenny and Ryan West family in Fargo, ND. That's right folks, we drove to Fargo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Freeking&lt;/span&gt; North Dakota. Ask about details for the trips there and back, got lots of stories. We went to Jenny and Ryan's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lakehouse&lt;/span&gt; in Minn. and had a blast with cousins West family, Thompson family, Loo family and wished the rest were there. The toy's were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to the West's. Had never even heard of Razors that you ride(on land). Awesome!! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jetski&lt;/span&gt; they had was amazing-I was able to pull a 4 person tube and have 2 people on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jetski&lt;/span&gt; with me, no problem. It was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mini-boat&lt;/span&gt;, newest dream toy for me. After a fainting/ER visit(not me, for once), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; night at the lakeside pizza/bar joint(another funny story, ask for details), Anniversary stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the lake at another cabin/resort (funny stories with this too), and another ER visit from falling off of the boathouse onto the cement and then into the water (also, not me, my nephew) We had a pretty eventful time there.&lt;br /&gt;We went camping with the ward for the 1st time since we first got married (10yrs) Our kids loved it. No major accidents-for us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Highland &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;splash park&lt;/span&gt; a gazillion times with the most recent one leaving with the kids' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt; spilling in my purse and ruining my phone and camera. I about had a nervous breakdown because I can't afford to replace either of them and I couldn't really even get mad because my poor little one didn't realize he hadn't screwed the lid on very well. Blast!&lt;br /&gt;Went to classic skating and 5min. later got in the car and headed to the ER with a broken wrist of Hailey's.(Of course, no working PHONE!) No tears, she is awesome under shock. She didn't even throw up, although she thought she was going to a few times. With a cast up past her elbow, we have been limited to certain activities without water or chance of further injury-try telling this to an active 7yr.old who feels no pain.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Liberty Land again today and had fun doing the one activity that Hailey can do- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; golf, she pouted at first because she thought her cast wouldn't allow her to play well. after she got a hole in one, she stopped complaining and had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2661661567730149233?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2661661567730149233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2661661567730149233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2661661567730149233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2661661567730149233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/wo-slow-down-there.html' title='Wo- slow down there!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-6656575543330479012</id><published>2009-05-05T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:40:50.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls weekend'/><title type='text'>Girls Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SgCj-RAFtSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B50IAt7gbBE/s1600-h/IMG_3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332442248917660962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SgCj-RAFtSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B50IAt7gbBE/s400/IMG_3368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SgCj-EtkQzI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-oPZwxpo3ZA/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332442245618746162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SgCj-EtkQzI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-oPZwxpo3ZA/s400/IMG_3367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last weekend we had a Moody side of the family "Girls Weekend" in St. George. (Moody is my mom's maiden name, not that it was a gathering for cranky moody women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU AUNT LAURIE for setting this up, it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were several condos and the main one was HUGE enough for us to all hang out and not feel like sardines (17plus) We ate yummy food, hung out watching movies and painting nails, ate yummy food, did the hot tub thing, ate yummy food, went shopping, had more yummy food, made jewelry, talked and told colorfully exagerated stories from the past and laughed till our sides hurt and tears were wetting the creases of our smiling scrunched up eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wish Jenny and Jana were there and it would have been perfect. Next time all of the sisters will be there and we will make it a tradition to get together and have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally loved the chance to get away and relax in an environment made for me, fun and excitement, loud girls like me who think that they are funny, and yummy food that I barely had to do anything for, and the fact that if I wanted to stay up all night I could, and I wouldn't have to wake up early with the kids. Sleeping in, just the thought is like candy. Of course, I woke up at 8am after going to sleep at 3am. No-one else seemed to be mechanically set for 8am like me, they were all snoozing in their beds. I was so mad at myself and got up went to the bathroom so I wouldn't have that should I shouldn't I feeling when you are trying to fall asleep. If you don't get that feeling when you are trying to fall asleep, consider yourself blessed. Then I snuggled in bed and read my book until my narcolepsy took over the anxiety and I slept until 10:45am and was so excited when I woke up and completly slept through a meal and it didn't bother me one bit. Off to shopping, nothing like a good distraction to keep you from remembering you haven't eaten anything until 2:45pm I normally get majorly cranky and irritable until I have food in the tum. Nothing, it was like the shopping was feeding me. I try not to go to the store as this could be a problem. It was so fun to be with sisters, my mom and my fun cousins and aunts and just go by the fly and whatever goes goes. We embraced the changes and enjoyed the journey:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend topics included Becky's new twins and my Angenlina Jolie long hair and color. So underlining topic was about the babies we could get, the changes we had made to help ourselves feel beautiful. Pretty sad ha? Other than that, it was just plain fun together with people you miss. I'll add more pictures as I gather them from everyones cameras. For now, I just have the ones from my camera of me with my sisters and mom. I can't wait until the next girls weekend!!&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/4762802851319695344-6656575543330479012?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6656575543330479012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=6656575543330479012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/6656575543330479012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/6656575543330479012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SgCj-RAFtSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B50IAt7gbBE/s72-c/IMG_3368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-1765744890978772637</id><published>2009-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:47:04.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing catch up'/><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>Wow, time flies! I have been sick on and off and I have had computer trouble, and I have just not felt like getting on the computer and giving attention to something other than what I had to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who would get on here to check for updates for me and my fam because they just weren't put on here.&lt;br /&gt;I will try and recap, it is going to be extremely condensed.&lt;br /&gt;So after the pneumonia that took quite a while to recover from, I have just been kickin it back and takin it easy. Kids don't usually allow this to happen so I have just been running around to and from Hailey and Kyle's soccer games and practices, and just being mom and getting the usual exhaustion that comes from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started walking out in the mornings with Janel, (we started at the gym, but 5am workouts just weren't workin out) so 6am workouts through the cemetery isles have been working for us so far. Hopefully we can bump it up to a run/jog the whole time instead of every other isle. After the awesome workouts and getting my fun friend free therapy from Janel, whom I adore and suck all of her info and probably energy out of, I go on with the day. Lately my kids have been stinkers and also so sweet at the same time, so it evens out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I took on a paper route from another friend, Liann and her husband and it has been helpful in the fact that our debt can now not be such a stress. It is starting to become a feeling of yes, we can get through this, other than the feeling like you don't know how you will ever recover and be debt free. We can finally see what needs to be done and we are taking action and doing it, even if it means having a job that is in the wee hours of the morn and feeling like you have a kids job and your missing your bike and the $2 that you need to beg for, it has been good. (Reference to Better off Dead movie, in case you don't understand my humor-"I want my two dollars") Dan does most of the work, I take Saturdays to give him a day to sleep in. If I can handle more days, I'll take it, although, I think Dan doesn't feel confident enough for me to take on more. He gets the route done in 1/2 the time and gets no complaints. Me, on the other hand, take forever and when I have had enough, and I get frustrated at those addresses and what goes to whom and where, trying to beat the rooster's crow. I sometimes have the attitude of "screw it" and go on to the next address that I know. Doesn't happen all of the time, I am okay with a complaint here and there. I am use to it. Dan, probably not so much, his demeanor usually radiates perfection. That is what happens when you marry your complete opposite. Sorry Dan.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage wise, things have been only getting better. Dan had put some money aside for our 10 yr. anniversary coming up in July (Can you believe it? Me either-that is has been 10 years, not that Dan set aside $ for a romantic vacation) When I found out he did this I was floored. Dan doesn't value vacations in the way that I do and he knew that it was important to me and that I had been dreaming of an awesome romantic vacation for our 10yr. ever since we were married. It was always...maybe for our 10yr. over and over when I envied other people's exotic vacations.&lt;br /&gt;With the economy scares and the possibilities it may bring, I decided food storage was awesome to spend some of the money on and is way more romantic than any island with clear blue water and palm trees and georgious flowers and warm sand. Really, I thought I would be way more sad letting the trip go and spending the money more wisely and it wasn't bad at all. The romantic thing for me was that Dan set money aside and knew what I wanted and was trying to give it to me. THANK YOU DAN! I love him for always trying to be what I think that I need. I love him. This year has been our year of trying new things to fall in love with eachother for and we have both tried hard for one another and I am so thankful that it has worked, more than I had hoped for. LOVE HIM! Can't wait to spend eternity with him, he is my Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that wraps up the lost time I didn't post and with this novel, I hope that you are caught up on our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-1765744890978772637?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1765744890978772637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=1765744890978772637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1765744890978772637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1765744890978772637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3483255618703287047</id><published>2009-03-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:40:14.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Game Nt.'/><title type='text'>Girls Game Night Fri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l8f8zBYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XlwgHYxSdmc/s1600-h/apples+to+apples.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309433838247806338" style="WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l8f8zBYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XlwgHYxSdmc/s200/apples+to+apples.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l8ORlcXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EXgOTagzoFg/s1600-h/cranium.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309433833503158642" style="WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l8ORlcXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EXgOTagzoFg/s200/cranium.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l72XCm-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ddtmO4EZc40/s1600-h/canasta.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309433827083590626" style="WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l72XCm-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ddtmO4EZc40/s200/canasta.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I am sick and that I probably shouldn't be doing this, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still planning on doing game night this Fri. unless I have some freakish weird thing happen and I end up at the hospital. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep it short for everyone 7pm-9pm I would say it would be shorter, but by the time people show up, small talk included, game set up etc. 2 hours is really not long at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to help out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore the neglected house and puppy smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring a favorite treat to snack on or enjoy the candy I will have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring a game you like, or just come and we can use mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to see you there if you can make it, if you are worried about getting pneumonia, the Dr. said that it is highly unlikely that anyone would get it from me, but to be careful around the elderly and infants, or anyone with a compromised immune system. I am sorry for those of you who have babies, I wouldn't bring them this time. I hope that this doesn't take out half the crowd. Play soon:)&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/4762802851319695344-3483255618703287047?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3483255618703287047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3483255618703287047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3483255618703287047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3483255618703287047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-game-night-fri.html' title='Girls Game Night Fri.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/Sa7l8f8zBYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XlwgHYxSdmc/s72-c/apples+to+apples.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-4828325063424624466</id><published>2009-03-03T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:36:58.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 funny things for the week'/><title type='text'>5 FUNNY things from this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My little girl who has lost her 7th tooth, pulls it out to show me as I am sicker than a dog in bed and is beaming. Little did I know that the "tooth fairy" wasn't going to come that night...The next morning Hailey says "Mom, I guess the tooth fairy didn't know where I was because I came into your room and slept with you." (...phew) The next night my mom politely reminds us that Hailey's tooth is under her pillow. The funniest thing was attached to her baggy with her tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The note read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sorry toth fariey I was sleeping in my moms bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love Hailey Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Iv onley got one doller so if you cud give me to that woud be grate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because Hailey is excellent on her spelling tests, but when it comes to free writing, she flies through it and spells like she's got a split personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Sorry, tooth fairy, I was sleeping in my mom's bed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Turn over the note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I've only got one dollar, so if you could give me two that would be great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dan and I laughed until our sides hurt, of course the tooth fairy thought that was funny too, so Hailey got $2 for her tooth instead of $1.  Who asks for more money from the tooth fairy?  My money loving/spending daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan decided his arm hairs were creating unwanted static, so he "clipped his arm hair"no he didn't shave it but he clipped it. Okay, that is funny to me, who does this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd ER visit brought laughter. I shared a curtain with a kid who came in with his parents for drinking alcohol and eating a marijuana brownie. Symptoms- he felt funny. Diagnosis- DUH!! You are drunk and high. Directions- sleep it off at mommy's house. As much as I tried to contain my laughter from the other side of the curtain, it was hard and I made our nurse tell me to "stop, stop, stop, it is hard enough as it is to not laugh and here you are..." I told him that I couldn't help it and I didn't work there so I really didn't have to stop. Dan and I were entertained a little more than the other 2 visits earlier in the week. The entertainment made up for the t.v. being on their side of the curtain and it gave me a distraction while I was getting another IV treatment. The topper was when the doctor came in laughing and said it was funny, then quickly changing his statement to no it is not funny, I just haven't seen this since the 70's. There is more funny stuff that was said but it would take too long. Anyway, a surprising laugh for the night and a warning from the nurse on the way out to not eat the brownies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During this pneumonia bit, I have been downing cough drops. Kyle, considers them candy, regardless of what I might say. He then tells me he has the hiccups so he needs them too. I try to tell him, these aren't for hiccups they are for coughs and even if they were for hiccups, you don't have that either. He then says, I have the hiccups that need these mom. So what do you say to that, I haven't ever had those kind of hiccups, so why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The talent show that I went to for Hailey's school, that is pretty much all that needs to be said. Everyone loves to watch their own kid and maybe a friends, but watching complete strangers kids up there doing who knows what, can be pretty funny. I felt like some of the performances will make great blackmail someday. Too Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am starting this tag myself, so I would love to hear your funny things for the week, month or even year. It is just nice to laugh&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/4762802851319695344-4828325063424624466?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4828325063424624466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=4828325063424624466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4828325063424624466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4828325063424624466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-funny-things-from-this-week.html' title='5 FUNNY things from this week'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3400585069497279717</id><published>2009-03-03T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:14:54.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pneumonia'/><title type='text'>Yes...Pneumonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I have pneumonia and it has completely knocked me out to where I haven't even had an ounce of energy to get on the computer, and how much do you really need for that?  Apparently, it takes more than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 ER visits, 3 DR visits, 3 x-rays, lots more tests, and IV therapy at home.  Not all in order, but you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;IV therapy now and I am happy to be able to do this at home.  I started throwing up my medicine last night and hopefully this new medicine that they gave me will help me have a better night tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than that I am doing as good as a person with Pneumonia in both lungs could be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful for the blessing Dan and my Dad gave me the 1st ER visit, lesson learned or am still learning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta have Faith as George Michael puts it, Gotta Have Faith, a Faith a Faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-3400585069497279717?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3400585069497279717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3400585069497279717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3400585069497279717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3400585069497279717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/yespneumonia.html' title='Yes...Pneumonia'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-430677554193997078</id><published>2009-02-17T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:27:52.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win it forward'/><title type='text'>Win it Forward...first 5 comments wins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifeshappiestmemoriesarehomemade.blogspot.com/2009/02/win-it-forwardfirst-5-comments-wins.html"&gt;Win it Forward...first 5 comments wins!&lt;/a&gt; I am unlucky when it comes the winning contests...How lucky are you?I double dare you to accept this challenge.This game involves a few of my favorite things: handmade goods, creativity, and gift-giving. Here are the tagging instructions: The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article or properly cleaning your face before a masque. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;br /&gt;The catch?Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to do this, my friend had this on her blog and I am all over it!!  I can't wait to see what wild things the pulls out of her bag:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-430677554193997078?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/430677554193997078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=430677554193997078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/430677554193997078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/430677554193997078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/win-it-forwardfirst-5-comments-wins.html' title='Win it Forward...first 5 comments wins!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-4432283457303234463</id><published>2009-02-16T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:15:07.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping the spark'/><title type='text'>Keeping the Spark lit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnWjOL4_FI/AAAAAAAAArI/cUPqcgUyjlc/s1600-h/dan+and+amy+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303505936797203538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnWjOL4_FI/AAAAAAAAArI/cUPqcgUyjlc/s400/dan+and+amy+%2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little late, but I am still going to post it.  I just had to put a picture of the "early days" where either of us are barely recognizeable, yes that is me and yes that is Dan, just a little younger and lighter for the both of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to reflect on my marriage for a minute as I am thinking of others who are having trials. Marriage has not been at all what I imagined. However, it has been more than what I imagined in other ways. I don't know how marriage could ever be what you create in your mind, when you are so young and don't understand what is going to go into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a full heart, I feel like I am bearing my testimony, I guess I kind of am... I am so thankful now more than ever for an eternal marriage. I am just now beginning to understand the promises and covenants with my Heavenly Father pertaining to my family. I couldn't imagine life being over with my loved ones, after being here on this earth. I can't imagine how much sadness it would entail if I couldn't be with Dan again and see Hailey smile and laugh, or have more cuddles with Kyle. What a joy they are in my life- ALL OF THEM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, marriage can be hard, and sometimes you just feel like..."is this it?" and you wonder if the spark that was once there was ever strong enough to last. I just want to say that you can re-ignite the spark, or get a new one all together. This past year in our marriage has been just that. I have been so thankful to have a husband who is willing to communicate with me and that we are able to understand one anothers needs. I feel a new spark that is lit, there are things that I love my husband for now that he did not have when we were first married. I love the way that we have grown together. Sometimes our spark has fizzled a little and I just have to keep working on getting a flame started to light the dang thing, and get it going again. I am so thankful for all of the information and councel given by our church leaders on marriage and family. My testimony is strong of the family and the eternal promises that we have through our temples. I just want the world to know that I love my family!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-4432283457303234463?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4432283457303234463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=4432283457303234463' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4432283457303234463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4432283457303234463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/keeping-spark-lit.html' title='Keeping the Spark lit'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnWjOL4_FI/AAAAAAAAArI/cUPqcgUyjlc/s72-c/dan+and+amy+%2799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-1997922189106912268</id><published>2009-02-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:58:05.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Night'/><title type='text'>Get your Game on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxrhUYYQqI/AAAAAAAAArA/qcR29P1LhB0/s1600-h/balderdash.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299729081659048610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxrhUYYQqI/AAAAAAAAArA/qcR29P1LhB0/s200/balderdash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxrKxtrw1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/9IiG-L_9MN8/s1600-h/canasta.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299728694396044114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxrKxtrw1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/9IiG-L_9MN8/s200/canasta.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you want to come tonight and play games at 7PM&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxpoUGjzNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c_pC-QLOKbc/s1600-h/cranium.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727002820136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxpoUGjzNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c_pC-QLOKbc/s200/cranium.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you can come and get your game on with all us girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a friend, and a game that you like, if you don't have either one, you should definately come and get some:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxpoWPoclI/AAAAAAAAAqo/_EvQEQKoNYc/s1600-h/boggle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727003395060306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxpoWPoclI/AAAAAAAAAqo/_EvQEQKoNYc/s200/boggle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tonz of treats for the night so just come and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxpoMg7PMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Onpkx39bwmQ/s1600-h/apples+to+apples.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727000783240386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxpoMg7PMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Onpkx39bwmQ/s200/apples+to+apples.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know you all want to come and play games tonight at 7PM&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/4762802851319695344-1997922189106912268?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1997922189106912268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=1997922189106912268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1997922189106912268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1997922189106912268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-your-game-on.html' title='Get your Game on!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SYxrhUYYQqI/AAAAAAAAArA/qcR29P1LhB0/s72-c/balderdash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-490217981060126530</id><published>2009-02-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:01:29.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Night'/><title type='text'>Game Night- Just us Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a4d324e544d324e673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Game Night- Just Girls!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a4d324e544d324e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-490217981060126530?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/490217981060126530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=490217981060126530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/490217981060126530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/490217981060126530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-night-just-us-girls.html' title='Game Night- Just us Girls!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-5198948805479199841</id><published>2009-01-26T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:03:15.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Pardum?'/><title type='text'>Puppy Post Pardum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4x6Q48rjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GHzRDeTa-pM/s1600-h/IMG_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295725088870280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4x6Q48rjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GHzRDeTa-pM/s400/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4x625L-jI/AAAAAAAAAqE/N-g7N5InxzU/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295725099071830578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4x625L-jI/AAAAAAAAAqE/N-g7N5InxzU/s400/IMG_3263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously? Come on... Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelin a little blue, stressed about the messes from the dog, waking up in the night, not much sleep, worried about the puppy getting hurt because she is so tiny, and watching her like a hawk whenever she is on the carpet to make sure she gets put near her piddle pad when she starts sniffing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having headaches again, body aches, and my heart is palpitating again constantly, shortness of breath, and feeling like I'm on the verge of tears whenever I speak, and for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what a sweet little thing she is. She has me suckered in along with the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that these symtoms aren't related to having a new puppy, but if they are...BRING IT ON! I know my mind and body are psycho, so why not? Puppy Pardum, is there counceling for this...any drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I will stick to what I got and ride through the blues and hope that it passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I will just keep on snuggling my little "Ewok":)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't she look like one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295719397753760994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4su_1CLOI/AAAAAAAAApk/2IrO7tAwRd8/s400/ewoks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295719395492319170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4su3Z3T8I/AAAAAAAAAps/To7gD8lx7dw/s400/star+wars+ewok+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-5198948805479199841?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5198948805479199841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=5198948805479199841' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/5198948805479199841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/5198948805479199841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/puppy-post-pardum.html' title='Puppy Post Pardum?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SX4x6Q48rjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GHzRDeTa-pM/s72-c/IMG_3256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-5488938378956020487</id><published>2009-01-19T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:27:02.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New PUPPY Nellie'/><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>We finally got what our kids have been begging for since birth... A PUPPY!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, to the dog smell that will likely take over our house over time, and yea to the forever piddle and dog messes to come. I am looking forward to the chew marks on shoes and the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;Our little Nellie couldn't be cuter! She has been the best little puppy, we didn't expect her to fit so well. She adapted so quick to her new family. She loved each of us from the second we brought her home. I was worried that she would be afraid of our kids, quite the opposite, Kyle runs while the little furball chases his feet to chew on them. She love's to play. She is always trying to chew on your toes, fingers and even ears, in my case my hair.&lt;br /&gt;We are in love with our newest family member Nellie Bohrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nellie Bohrer&lt;br /&gt;2 Months old&lt;br /&gt;Imperial Shih Tzu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Light as a feather-&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVpEcwElRI/AAAAAAAAApc/RofpCQ8vaNw/s1600-h/IMG_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252462202098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVpEcwElRI/AAAAAAAAApc/RofpCQ8vaNw/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle follows Nellie everywhere and always is convinced that he needs to pick her up, even when she is clearly doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVo0uUkGrI/AAAAAAAAApU/2DRURB4lz_Y/s1600-h/IMG_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252192040655538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVo0uUkGrI/AAAAAAAAApU/2DRURB4lz_Y/s320/IMG_3245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailey enjoys carrying Nellie everywhere, loves to cuddle and play with Nellie. Hailey has become the bossy big sis and pretty much tries to be Nellie's mother. Hailey will tell on Kyle for trying to do the very thing she is already doing with the puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVo0dNFpYI/AAAAAAAAApM/uMcS05IwAT4/s1600-h/IMG_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252187445896578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVo0dNFpYI/AAAAAAAAApM/uMcS05IwAT4/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nellie goes straight for Dan's ears if he is laying down. She loves to crawl all over his head and chew on his ears. I am sure that those wet willies are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVo0GGMUuI/AAAAAAAAApE/dT3nVgsHDUs/s1600-h/IMG_3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252181242958562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVo0GGMUuI/AAAAAAAAApE/dT3nVgsHDUs/s320/IMG_3233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Nellie the first night that we brought her home, she was such a cuddler. She snuggled and gave kisses constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVoz6js2lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-5tlEvdCdMQ/s1600-h/IMG_3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252178145499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVoz6js2lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-5tlEvdCdMQ/s320/IMG_3232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes, Nellie just tickles! The first night, Nellie wiggled a little more than Kyle was expecting and she squirmed right out of Kyle's arms a few times, luckily, he was always sitting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVozjNuSqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Nf3cv4ke0ss/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252171879303842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVozjNuSqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Nf3cv4ke0ss/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailey could have died and gone to heaven and not known the difference. She thinks she is in Heaven with this puppy.  Hailey is constantly saying Thank you for getting us a puppy, and I always knew we would get a puppy someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE you NELLIE!&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/4762802851319695344-5488938378956020487?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5488938378956020487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=5488938378956020487' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/5488938378956020487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/5488938378956020487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SXVpEcwElRI/AAAAAAAAApc/RofpCQ8vaNw/s72-c/IMG_3246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3001709109704408219</id><published>2009-01-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:45:15.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Been a while since last post'/><title type='text'>Finally, an update</title><content type='html'>Been a long time, so there are going to be a clump of posts, that should have been on for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-3001709109704408219?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3001709109704408219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3001709109704408219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3001709109704408219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3001709109704408219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an update'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-4045079886572901735</id><published>2008-12-23T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:06:44.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idaho Surprise'/><title type='text'>Idaho Family Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the best surprise ever this week at Grandma and Grandpa Bohrer's house. We were sad that our cousins from Virginia weren't going to be with us this Christmas this year and in our prayer we were praying that they would be remembered and blessed this holiday season and who walked in as we all said Amen? Jason, Heidi, Whitney and Mason--they drove straight through the last 48hrs. We were all shocked. After we gave hugs I told them I was sorry that I already sent their presents in the mail and Dan's remark was "Not as sorry as I am" Remember, I am married to an accountant and it costs money to send gifts, especially heavy ones, far away. He cracked me up. I had to tell them, and of course they laughed too. Our kids were so excited to have all of their Bohrer cousins together for Christmas celebrations and fun in the snow. We loved our Christmas Surprise from the Bohrer cousins far far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLWQjlphI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-13VEV9Y1Hw/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227421144098322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLWQjlphI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-13VEV9Y1Hw/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seth and Kyle going down the hill Grandpa made for them with his tractor on their tummies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLWE6hi7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/Rp9VQI5jzcI/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227418019072946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLWE6hi7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/Rp9VQI5jzcI/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney, Hailey and Mason being pulled on the sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLV8-qgQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ricNGgOWTJA/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227415888953602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLV8-qgQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ricNGgOWTJA/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey tubing with her cousins. Fun Snow Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun in the deep snow. It snowed over 10" while we were there one night and then kept on coming down. The wind with that gave us some HUGE snow drifts to get the mule stuck in while pulling the sleds and we had to get the tractor out a few times to get the road cleared and also to get people out from being stuck in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa Herb, you are so nice to help everyone with your tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHQMrMvw6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/vJPR0sf21aY/s1600-h/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283232754055496610" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHQMrMvw6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/vJPR0sf21aY/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHQNRdkw6I/AAAAAAAAAok/D8VMWrvUSNE/s1600-h/IMG_3062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283232764326626210" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-4045079886572901735?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4045079886572901735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=4045079886572901735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4045079886572901735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4045079886572901735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/idaho-family-surprise.html' title='Idaho Family Surprise'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SVHLWQjlphI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-13VEV9Y1Hw/s72-c/IMG_3082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-7100021861008820650</id><published>2008-12-19T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:19:35.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Day'/><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-7100021861008820650?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7100021861008820650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=7100021861008820650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7100021861008820650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7100021861008820650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-1256970519659735466</id><published>2008-12-19T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:33:05.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow finally'/><title type='text'>Loving the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyC1rh7svI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ioNofnijjZc/s1600-h/IMG_3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740321728475890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyC1rh7svI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ioNofnijjZc/s320/IMG_3021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, this kid has good aim with those snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyCNMjc5dI/AAAAAAAAAns/i0sfKvEB-vU/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739626218579410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyCNMjc5dI/AAAAAAAAAns/i0sfKvEB-vU/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyCLd8JLdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/jrl5GI3LzVI/s1600-h/IMG_3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739596525809106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyCLd8JLdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/jrl5GI3LzVI/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building his snowfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyCKB8012I/AAAAAAAAAnU/MJKWfD5aNx0/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739571832608610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyCKB8012I/AAAAAAAAAnU/MJKWfD5aNx0/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamming it up for the camera, as always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle-December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-1256970519659735466?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1256970519659735466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=1256970519659735466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1256970519659735466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1256970519659735466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/loving-snow.html' title='Loving the snow'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUyC1rh7svI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ioNofnijjZc/s72-c/IMG_3021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2521903009233701682</id><published>2008-12-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:22:56.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yea Snow'/><title type='text'>Snow...FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TcFKReI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0WuXfliBS9g/s1600-h/IMG_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281734235907573218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TcFKReI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0WuXfliBS9g/s320/IMG_3024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey and her friend Kaylee, playing in the snow, so excited to finally have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TJ5KIJI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1VxhIhQ1e04/s1600-h/IMG_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281734231025393810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TJ5KIJI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1VxhIhQ1e04/s320/IMG_3020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freezing little hands, that is what happens when you take off your gloves before you go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9S68OloI/AAAAAAAAAms/fBUWDJ-vV2o/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281734227011737218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9S68OloI/AAAAAAAAAms/fBUWDJ-vV2o/s320/IMG_3017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat the snow! Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TwD5YOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wBsxwF1N78I/s1600-h/IMG_3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281734241270980834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TwD5YOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wBsxwF1N78I/s320/IMG_3023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TtobJHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GOSz9PzGKho/s1600-h/IMG_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281734240618882162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TtobJHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GOSz9PzGKho/s320/IMG_3025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at those missing front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8XsLGH9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/PM2NfMH76U8/s1600-h/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281733209435283410" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8XsLGH9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/PM2NfMH76U8/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylee and Hailey swinging on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8XMcMo3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/GGi1g5h9wyU/s1600-h/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281733200917078898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8XMcMo3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/GGi1g5h9wyU/s320/IMG_3015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow must be softer to land on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8W9Yl-4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/cnOo5Gse0AY/s1600-h/IMG_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281733196875430786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8W9Yl-4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/cnOo5Gse0AY/s320/IMG_3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of the girls had fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8WlHiqFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/h6gZGhhCM64/s1600-h/IMG_3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281733190361458770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx8WlHiqFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/h6gZGhhCM64/s320/IMG_3013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woops, slipped off. Soft landing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/4762802851319695344-2521903009233701682?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2521903009233701682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2521903009233701682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2521903009233701682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2521903009233701682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowfinally.html' title='Snow...FINALLY!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUx9TcFKReI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0WuXfliBS9g/s72-c/IMG_3024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-8410543455008522810</id><published>2008-12-18T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:42:44.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleigh me'/><title type='text'>"Mom, will you sleigh me?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am shoveling snow, and Kyle is playing in the snow with his sled and ruining every clean path I shovel. Glad to have snow, and glad to be feeling well enough to shovel it. As I am clearing the driveway for the 2nd time for the day (Dan did it before he left, it just happened to lay down another 4 inches) Kyle is sad because there is no-one to play with in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Then he caught me off guard by saying the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, will you sleigh me?"&lt;br /&gt;I started to laugh and then said, "Sure, do you mean pull you on the sled?"&lt;br /&gt;Slay and Sleigh, same diff ha?&lt;br /&gt;If he only knew why I was laughing, I didn't want to explain the other meaning of the word that sounds like sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pictures tomorrow, my computer is running low on battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-8410543455008522810?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8410543455008522810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=8410543455008522810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8410543455008522810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8410543455008522810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-will-you-sleigh-me.html' title='&quot;Mom, will you sleigh me?&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-9102299170860612711</id><published>2008-12-17T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:19:20.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another E.R. visit'/><title type='text'>5 Jobs that make me thankful to have the job as mom</title><content type='html'>During my visit with the E.R. today, I noticed 5 or more jobs I am thankful are not mine.  They include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The great I.V. needle pokers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butt probing/Cat Scan injections through the rear and in my arm.  Glad that isn't my job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vaginal probing/Ultrasound vaginal style, another job I wouldn't want, especially when they are confused and have to go and get help to figure out why my parts are not the norm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poop tester/Who wants to test out people's crap?  It wasn't fun trying to get it into a cup either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Clean-up crew in an E.R., we saw a lot of people coming in with some serious injuries that made a huge mess.  I am glad that is not my job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just thankful to be home and be with my kids and hubby that I have.  Being a mom is the best job ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. For those that were calling earlier, I didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appendicitis&lt;/span&gt; and did not need my appendix removed.  I had a cyst the size of a golf ball that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hemorrhaging&lt;/span&gt;.  Women have all the fun stuff:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-9102299170860612711?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9102299170860612711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=9102299170860612711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/9102299170860612711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/9102299170860612711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-jobs-that-make-me-thankful-to-have.html' title='5 Jobs that make me thankful to have the job as mom'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2476569728418577591</id><published>2008-12-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:07:41.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me, I don't know what I did???</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I did, but I was trying to get a cute blog background from a website and I screwed my blog up.  I don't know what happened, I should just stick to thecutestblogontheblock where the instructions are easy and usually only 1-2 steps, but I went with one that messed with all of the other commands and now I can't get even the backgrounds from thecutestblogontheblock ones to work.  HELP ME, has anyone else done this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2476569728418577591?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2476569728418577591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2476569728418577591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2476569728418577591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2476569728418577591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-me-i-dont-know-what-i-did.html' title='Help me, I don&apos;t know what I did???'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-4822033702239387381</id><published>2008-12-10T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:39:09.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tag'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both, depends on if I am giving to friends then bags, if it is going under the tree, definately wrapped, and I love to tie ornaments and wrap them like artwork, when I can get away with it, Dan usually makes fun of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish it could be a real tree, favorite memories picking out trees. I think that our kids don't have the same magical memories that I had growing up and it makes me sad. What happened to rainbow lights, tinsel, grimlin style and picking the perfect tree. If money were never an issue, I would have the best tree cut from the mountains myself and I would love every second of the smell that it would bring! Okay, that's it, next year we are going to have to go pick out a tree, my kids can't miss out on this...thanks a lot Jamie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as the Scrouge will let me, Dan gets annoyed when Christmas stuff is up in November, so it can't be until Dec. 1st---LAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When ever I feel like it, I don't ever let it go after New Years or the day after. But it is fun to have the lights for the New Year's Eve Countdown etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My RealBaby doll. It looked almost too real and it smelled the sweetest plastic-ish baby powder smell. I got a brass cradel and swing to go with it and I thought I died and gone to heaven it was so good. I also remember my dad asking me if he could hold it and I gently passed it to him as if it were alive and he took it and slapped it in the face and said "Wake up Baby, Wake up" I started to cry and thought he was so cruel to my sweet baby. My family was of course laughing and I was of course, sensative. I told Hailey about that with her babydoll as I took it and slapped it and said "Wake up" just like my dad did and she thought that it was so funny and said that Grandpa is funny. I told her that I cried when I was little because my baby was alive and real to me. She said "Oh ya, mine is too, but that is funny"... and then laughs again. My daughter is a little more warped than I was as a child, because she had to be raised by a warped sense of humor of a mother-ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think that anyone is easy for me. I think about it too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. When do you start shopping?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am married to an accountant, so all year long so I can spread it out, then I go a little haywire in Oct. then again right after Thanksgiving, then I am usually done by the 1st week in Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heck ya!!! There was a game given to me by my sister as a joke. Just after Dan and I were married we were playing games with my family one time and the game we were playing at the time was Tribond, Dan is a walking encyclopedia and has partial photographic memory so playing these games with him are pointless, he knows stuff he shouldn't and it makes me feel stupid when I don't know the stuff I should. I hate games that you have to think hard for and remember crap from School, I either wasn't there mentally or I really wasn't there. So I got really sensative and pretty much started crying(I wasn't on my mental pills yet, you know the ones that keep you from crying for no reason at any given time-yep, I am still on them and I love them!!!p.s. I have tried to get off of them and I get terets and have a potty mouth, and then I cry about it after...) back to the story, my family was giving me a hard time about my lame "I don't know's" So I said I hate the game, I will never play it again, it makes me feel stupid. I got teased for making such a big deal about it and then what did I get for Christmas from my sister Becky? You got it! So what did I give right back to her the next year? Yep, and it has been exchanged back and forth for the last 9 years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Becky, guess who has you this year? YEP, this green box is coming to your house this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat or drink at Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is all changing now that I am going health nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Lights on the tree?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like a ton of them so it looks like glitter! I like having a colored light tree for the kids and a white lighted tree for the main room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have lots, it depends. I love Silent Night if we are caroling with my family because they are awesome singers and it sounds so pretty. I like cheesy Christmas songs that make me remember being a kid, so there are lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Stay at home, but next year we are considering DisneyLand and avoiding the crazy Christmas presents etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa 's reindeer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, but I have to sing it, not on purpose I just can't help it, it's like the abc's song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Star, some angels on trees freak me out, they look wierd. My mom has a gorgeous one, but for me a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pajamas on Christmas Eve and presents Christmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who buy way too much for their kids and major moneybags crap and say it's from Santa, Cha- how come Santa gave them this and all I got was this piece of crap of a toy? Ya- if you're one of those, just say it is from you- Santa can't bring ponies in his sack okay! Also, I hate the obligation feeling of getting gifts for people that you hardly talk to and then all of a sudden it is gift givin time, it's like, here take this gift for all of the times I should have been a friend, neighbor, or whatever and this useless tinker of a gift will make up for it. Holy Crap, I sound like such a brat, and it is true, I am. I just think that gifts shouldn't be wasted on people who don't need it. I would much rather they saved the money and gave something useable to a family in need. I love that about Christmas and it makes me sad when the second Christmas is over, those families and Centers are nearly forgotten until the next Dec. rolls around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a few favorites from different times in my life, but I get nervous about collecting too much of those because I would be sad if they were broken, and I don't ever want my kids to feel sorry for breaking my favorite memory and having me loose it and cry over it and have them feel bad too. I guess I am just avoiding getting to attached because I don't want too get hurt. Woa! Can we say Therapy? I have always had a thing for snowflakes though, so they are everywhere. I also am traditional with the coloring. Red, Green and a little variation in between depending on the trend. I like having big giant bulbs and varying sizes. Whatever, my tree would be a lot different if I could buy whatever I wanted and I am sure that is what most would say. I like what I have done with what I got. It feels Chrismaslike to me, so it is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honey baked ham with cheesy potatoes, rolls,(like you Jamie) my mom's pecan pie, and my mom's cheeseball with crackers for the appetizer. I have been trying out new things to start my own traditions and it has been so fun. I feel like a Suzie homemaker Modern Betty Crocker with an attitude. I can't do it all of the time, I have to be in the mood, again- Therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a baby, but since that isn't going to happen, we are getting a puppy(surprise, so I hope my kids don't read this before Christmas) I also want my husband to be happy and enjoy the holiday. The crowds are not his highlight. It tears me appart because I don't want him to have to feel horrible and anxious and sick inside, but I miss being me, I like being around family and friends, it is "the more the merrier" for me and Dan is "slim to none is best." I just want to make our own traditions and have my kids have a memorable Christmas with magical memories and spiritual ones too. We have done a few things with them for traditions and I love it, they love it and I can't wait to do it again next year. I love being a mom! The ages of my kids are wonderful, I want them to stay like this forever, but I also want to watch them grow and see what they become. I just want another little one around for more laughter and snuggles and loves. This isn't the best time to be doing this emotion wise- I shouldn't be typing this late because everything that comes out is bringing tears down.  This will be my toughest and best Christmas so far. I am thankful for the birth of Christ and the feeling I get when I read the scriptures and imagine what it was like for Mary, Joseph, the others who were able to witness.  Again, tears.  I got to stop.  Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-4822033702239387381?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4822033702239387381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=4822033702239387381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4822033702239387381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4822033702239387381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-866826622946498018</id><published>2008-12-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:46:41.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa comin to town'/><title type='text'>Santa Clause is Coming to town</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-870cf626b70f41d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D870cf626b70f41d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330072268%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D174E38755EA4D6D340A6F26352E0FCA0FCC87B04.6DF0E459284BF9A747986FF2B678D2462757BDF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D870cf626b70f41d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx44h_vhND76g-zWTYQDFEmpoWvo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D870cf626b70f41d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330072268%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D174E38755EA4D6D340A6F26352E0FCA0FCC87B04.6DF0E459284BF9A747986FF2B678D2462757BDF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D870cf626b70f41d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx44h_vhND76g-zWTYQDFEmpoWvo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;My cute little boy, didn't want big sis to get all the attention, so he wanted me to video him singing too.  I love my little boy, he is the sweetest snuggliest and then also the most wild and crazy 4 yr. old there can be.  I love having this little one for my boy.  I adore my little Kyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-866826622946498018?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=870cf626b70f41d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/866826622946498018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=866826622946498018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/866826622946498018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/866826622946498018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-clause-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Clause is Coming to town'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-8753729581084117486</id><published>2008-12-10T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:26:30.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two front teeth'/><title type='text'>Two front teeth for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5467324d6a51784f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play  " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5467324d6a51784f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-8753729581084117486?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8753729581084117486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=8753729581084117486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8753729581084117486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8753729581084117486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-front-teeth-for-christmas.html' title='Two front teeth for Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3516445045440173041</id><published>2008-12-10T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:53:27.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two front teeth for Christmas'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUCcQpLL8MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZXTMZR0AJuM/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278390573022834882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUCcQpLL8MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZXTMZR0AJuM/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUCcQDcW8cI/AAAAAAAAAlE/wMxO45SliVE/s1600-h/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278390562894311874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUCcQDcW8cI/AAAAAAAAAlE/wMxO45SliVE/s320/IMG_3003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hailey lost her other front tooth the other day and couldn't wait to have them both gone so that she could sing that song we all know, or have been hearing only at Christmastime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hailey is one tough kid. Her dad pulled both her top teeth out with pliers! She begged for him to do it, it was hillarious because that kind of stuff absolutely grosses Dan out. She didn't want me to do it because she has it in her mind that I would keep pulling even if she said ouch, she's right I would. I think that really loose teeth are nasty and they are better out than in. Besides, Hailey is stinkin' cute with the two front teeth missing. I love my little girl, she makes me laugh till I cry and is so incredibly clever that it amazes me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4762802851319695344-3516445045440173041?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3516445045440173041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3516445045440173041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3516445045440173041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3516445045440173041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-two.html' title='All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SUCcQpLL8MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZXTMZR0AJuM/s72-c/IMG_3008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-6576652714232577428</id><published>2008-12-04T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:39:37.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More butt shots and an IV'/><title type='text'>Hooray for more butt shots!</title><content type='html'>Back to the Dr.'s office, just can't get enough of them.  The infection in my arm started to swell again and started to streak up my arm to my chest.  I love being a mutant, you get special treatment you know, like.."Let's see you every day for the next week," or "We are giving you a semi-permenant IV and we can give you your shots through there daily at your home with the nurses coming to you"...Who gets that?  I am confused??  What the crap is wrong with my arm??  We don't know, but we will try and fix it.  How did this happen and how can I prevent this from happening again...Again, we don't know.  Just another day in the life of a mutant.  Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily update- Another butt shot, more Rx's, and an IV with a home health nurse- YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I feel special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt must be pretty good looking, or quite the opposite for all of these people wanting to take a stab at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-6576652714232577428?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6576652714232577428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=6576652714232577428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/6576652714232577428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/6576652714232577428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooray-for-more-butt-shots.html' title='Hooray for more butt shots!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2280784638976725804</id><published>2008-11-30T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:32:44.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mutant Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Just another day in the life of a Mutant- Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>If you have talked to me recently, you probably know that I am undergoing a major lifestyle change. I am currently working with a new Dr. and a Nutritionist too. They have both helped me become one of those annoying health freaks that you avoid. I am working on another blog that will have to be through invitation only as there will be some pictures on there that will not be for everyone. I have taken some awesome before pictures that are just hot, let me tell you, and some along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost between 15-20lbs. It changes depending on the scale and if you just had a yummy Thanksgiving holiday with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fixins&lt;/span&gt;'. I did just that. It was my first year to have Thanksgiving just on our own. I was excited and made everything! I will post the pictures later. I don't know if eating "normal" food again sent me into a walking balloon, but something did. I was starting to hive out as I was making and tasting my masterpieces (you have to taste test, that's the best part) I took some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and hoped that it wasn't an allergy to wheat, which the Dr. seems to think I have. (If I do, you can say by to the other 20 lbs. everything has wheat in it!)The next day as we were going about what you do on Thanksgiving day with all of the "Gobble till you Wobble" things and my arm just kept on growing and swelling. I pretty much knew by then that I needed to see a Dr. and that it might be infected as it burned and was swelling and hardening and don't forget to imagine the middle yellow and infected looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy enough to accept an invitation to get run over by the mobs for the middle of the night/morning Black Friday Sales. Black Friday because you can get a black eye! I ended up after 2 stores stopping at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;insta-care&lt;/span&gt; for my nasty growth on my arm that was getting out of control. I was the first one in for the day and the nurses were worried that I was coming in with an injury from the crazy fist fights at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; over lame toys, no I was not in there for that, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had something for people to worry about if their eyes caught a look at my arm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;elly&lt;/span&gt;, what is that nasty growth on your arm??? I know that is what they were thinking when they said "are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. scared me and said I needed a shot right away and that I might have an allergic reaction but that would be better than the infection spreading, to my heart. So in goes the needle to the butt, it hurts like .... and then she gives me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;motherload&lt;/span&gt; of some antibiotics-wasn't that what the whole shot thing was for? She draws around the infection and tells me if it spreads around that then I need to go to the ER. I love THANKSGIVING! And Dr's offices and any other kind of injections or pills that I can get! Then off to go to do more shopping...What is wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;By the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; store, I was swelling again and the infection felt like it was spreading, looked at the markings and it was time for me to drop some more money into the Medical pool. I called my Dr. just to see if by chance he was the "on call" Dr. in and THANKSGIVING... he was so, yea, no E.R. visit or payments for that, just another shot in the butt and a copay to go with it. I was feeling horrible by the time I got the next shot that I was just saying BRING IT/ WHICH CHEEK? Actually I was paranoid that I was getting overloaded with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rocephin&lt;/span&gt; and that I was over the top in body intake for antibiotics, it makes you nervous when the nurses go and ask the doctor over and over again..."She just had one of these shots this morning...are you sure we are supposed to give her another one today?" ....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Just another day in the life of a Mutant. That is the name I call my sister and I because for some reason, our bodies like to be different than the norm. We are the one in a millions, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmmm's&lt;/span&gt;, the this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unusuals&lt;/span&gt;, the I'll discuss this with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; and get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt;, or the can we put you on a study?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Mutants. I was told by my neurologist a few months ago that I had genetic defects that were hereditary and would not be helped by diet or lifestyle changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetic Defects... Sounds a lot like Mutant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see who's a mutant after I eat all of those Super Foods:)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would love to have a mutant or a super power, I would love to just get to be a healthy mom. I have been having awesome results, minus the extra arm growing, and I feel a lot better, if you don't count the days that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;prescriptions&lt;/span&gt; ran out that I wasn't quite ready to ween from, other than that this hell of an experience hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. I am still thankful for going in this direction for me and my family. Who can argue with you for wanting to be healthy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2280784638976725804?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2280784638976725804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2280784638976725804' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2280784638976725804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2280784638976725804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-day-in-life-of-mutant.html' title='Just another day in the life of a Mutant- Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-1077492704338689475</id><published>2008-11-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:04:08.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn pictures Adventure Learning Park 2008'/><title type='text'>Amazing Autumn Highlights</title><content type='html'>We had an amazing time at Adventure Learning Park this fall.  We went for family night and had so much fun.  I'd almost forgotten about this little hidden place, my neighbor reminded me of it and I took Kyle one day with Angie(sister) and her kids and we were having so much fun catching up on old times.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2ph565MI/AAAAAAAAAk8/5nzLj52sN0E/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268216119964656834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2ph565MI/AAAAAAAAAk8/5nzLj52sN0E/s400/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailey loves the  outdoors, and loves to collect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;, you can't see them, but she has acorns in her hands.  She glued her acorns to paper when she got home and added a little gold shimmer glitter and took it to her teacher all excited the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2pKIhABI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-QU4sPfwrtE/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268216113583423506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2pKIhABI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-QU4sPfwrtE/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle loves the outdoors too.  He thought he knew it all when we came back as a family because he and I already came together earlier the week before.  Kyle was in his wild show off state to get us to all of the places he wanted us to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2o94QhkI/AAAAAAAAAks/nCVMkmc5xyE/s1600-h/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268216110294009410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2o94QhkI/AAAAAAAAAks/nCVMkmc5xyE/s400/IMG_2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This had to be one of my favorite things.  Watching Dan with the kids feed the ducks, it was so beautiful that day.  Everything was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;picturesque&lt;/span&gt; that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2omjRO5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AMVhvbdjhkg/s1600-h/IMG_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268216104031959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2omjRO5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AMVhvbdjhkg/s400/IMG_2725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Couldn't resist taking a picture of them and their backsides feeding the ducks.  The ducks came right up and ate out of their hands which was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; memory for my little ones.  All three of these cuties love animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-1077492704338689475?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1077492704338689475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=1077492704338689475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1077492704338689475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/1077492704338689475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-autumn-highlights.html' title='Amazing Autumn Highlights'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SRx2ph565MI/AAAAAAAAAk8/5nzLj52sN0E/s72-c/IMG_2739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-4578010959148441708</id><published>2008-11-02T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:16:31.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween- Dan and Amy &apos;08'/><title type='text'>Idaho's Most Famous Rock Star</title><content type='html'>So Dan's Brother Jason sent him a video he made about Idaho's most Famous Rock Star- Nikkie Sixx from Motley Crue.  It was hillarious- so when it came time for Dan to Dress for Halloween, he had his inspiration.  If any of you know Dan, he doesn't dress up, so this was HUGE!  I was shocked and when he said that I should be his girlfriend Kat Von D, the tatoo artist from Miami Ink on T.V.  I was so excited to actually dress up in something with Dan, I would have dressed as dog vomit if it meant he would be the dog dressing up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures from the night, our tatoo's are wearing off a bit, and the make-up too it looked a little better for Dan's work party.  Dan is trying to say that the only reason he dressed up was for his work party and if he isn't auditing that company next year he won't be dressing up.  We both know he really wanted to get a Motley Crue t-shirt and run it through his work so he would get it for free. Now that is life being married to an Accountant:)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6IrMY-UmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h5AOHuU6Wkk/s1600-h/IMG_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6IrMY-UmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h5AOHuU6Wkk/s200/IMG_2899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264295290084414050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6Fg9xzUvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mcM2UALk1J4/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6Fg9xzUvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mcM2UALk1J4/s200/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291815828443890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6FgQpnduI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GAqtXsrLMGY/s1600-h/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6FgQpnduI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GAqtXsrLMGY/s200/IMG_2900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291803714516706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6FgGrYgYI/AAAAAAAAAjs/N6kmJjY-XDE/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6FgGrYgYI/AAAAAAAAAjs/N6kmJjY-XDE/s200/IMG_2901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291801037570434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-4578010959148441708?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4578010959148441708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=4578010959148441708' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4578010959148441708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4578010959148441708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/idahos-most-famous-rock-star.html' title='Idaho&apos;s Most Famous Rock Star'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SQ6IrMY-UmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h5AOHuU6Wkk/s72-c/IMG_2899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-8455299398978431267</id><published>2008-10-10T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:33:06.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben 10'/><title type='text'>Ben 10 Fanatic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-Ds0GSA2I/AAAAAAAAAik/b23ty-L9JB8/s1600-h/IMG_2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-Ds0GSA2I/AAAAAAAAAik/b23ty-L9JB8/s320/IMG_2782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255564096087130978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-DtDGo76I/AAAAAAAAAis/A7oJMysxg04/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-DtDGo76I/AAAAAAAAAis/A7oJMysxg04/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255564100115165090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-DtfwI8cI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JtxKyiHvP7M/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-DtfwI8cI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JtxKyiHvP7M/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255564107805422018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-CIeuZUOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Yn75FyH9Yag/s1600-h/ben+10+younger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-CIeuZUOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Yn75FyH9Yag/s200/ben+10+younger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255562372362883298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-CIZsUsmI/AAAAAAAAAic/1wo6o2jeMTQ/s1600-h/ben+10+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-CIZsUsmI/AAAAAAAAAic/1wo6o2jeMTQ/s200/ben+10+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255562371012014690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son loves Ben Ten!  Yesturday, we made our own Ben 10 shirt, and watch.  We love to watch Ben 10 together and the newer series Ben 10 Alien Force.  Surprizingly, it is almost as fun for me as it is for Kyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-8455299398978431267?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8455299398978431267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=8455299398978431267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8455299398978431267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8455299398978431267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/ben-10-fanatic.html' title='Ben 10 Fanatic!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SO-Ds0GSA2I/AAAAAAAAAik/b23ty-L9JB8/s72-c/IMG_2782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-937997735294164448</id><published>2008-10-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:53:50.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THRILLER NIGHT'/><title type='text'>THRILLER NIGHT!</title><content type='html'>I am a THRILLER lover and I want to go and see a performance and relive my past- and remember the highschool performance that I rolled in dirt, and put nasty twigs in my hair for.  I want to move like a zombie and feel like I'm in the movie 13 going on 30 where they all do the dance together- When does that really happen ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to come with me for a girls night out- let me know so that we can get the tickets.  If you want to check it out before you commit to a night full of "too old to be acting like zombies night" then you can check out the website and info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 15th-Nov.1st at 7:30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odyssey Dance Theatre&lt;br /&gt;www.kingsburyhall.com &lt;br /&gt;University of Utah&lt;br /&gt;801-581-7100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cracks me up- although we wouldn't be seeing men in orange suits dance- it will still be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-937997735294164448?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/937997735294164448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=937997735294164448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/937997735294164448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/937997735294164448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/thriller-night.html' title='THRILLER NIGHT!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-2880015733246463227</id><published>2008-10-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:41:02.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider Decorations- REAL'/><title type='text'>We are preparing for Halloween with REAL SPIDERS!</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why spiders are wanting to web around my house- maybe for the upcoming holiday? We have decided to go into the business of collecting venom for scientific purposes. To promote our business, we are decorating with REAL Spider Webs and their accompanying spiders. To top that off, we are doing FREE Giveaways Who wants fake when you can have the REAL THING? Imagine, your house decorated this Halloween with the Top of the Line decorations, NO IMITATIONS For your ultimate house web makeover, contact Amy Bohrer at 472-0028&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252242647023773154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO23CICZeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Q0q53eQbpzU/s200/black_widow_003_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures I took this morning of my yard- Remember, these are REAL webs, do not attempt to imitate these for the holiday- Nothing compares to the living Webs-Spiders not included. For an additional cost(FREE) you can have them too- Get yours today- Don't wait, we have only an unlimited supply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252249148189793490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8xc2zXNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/KN-i2YBuzI8/s200/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8xasiILI/AAAAAAAAAh8/d1TKqtwdu_o/s1600-h/IMG_2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252249147609850034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8xasiILI/AAAAAAAAAh8/d1TKqtwdu_o/s200/IMG_2745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8xs50YFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/elEymWvwNO0/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252249152497410130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8xs50YFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/elEymWvwNO0/s200/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8x4Zzq9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_f-sbvFWZeA/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252249155584371666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO8x4Zzq9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_f-sbvFWZeA/s200/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We won't mention the companies that come out to fight these amazing resilient webs, to prove how amazing our product is- We pay 2 different pest companies to exterminate this kind of thing and we have proved that neither company can get rid of our amazing little web friends. If you have troubles with your exterminator getting rid of your webs, contact us and we will direct you to someone who can help you decorate your home like ours- Because we CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-2880015733246463227?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2880015733246463227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=2880015733246463227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2880015733246463227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/2880015733246463227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-preparing-for-halloween-with.html' title='We are preparing for Halloween with REAL SPIDERS!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SOO23CICZeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Q0q53eQbpzU/s72-c/black_widow_003_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-7434521816184252710</id><published>2008-09-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:29:07.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids say the Darn&apos;dest things'/><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darn'dest things!</title><content type='html'>There have been some funny stuff that has been said around my house over the last month. At Preschool today, &lt;strong&gt;Kyle was saying the Pledge of Allegiance and at the end instead of saying "Justice for all" ... Kyle shouted "And Jesus for All!" &lt;/strong&gt;His teacher was laughing and couldn't wait to tell me. How cute is that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently told the kids that we are trying to save up money for Christmas. Hailey and Kyle have been hilarious about it. Hailey won't let anyone spend money because she wants to make sure that there is enough for everyone to get her a gift. Also, their cousin Ashley is getting baptized soon and we won't be able to go to Arizona for it. The kids were hoping to go and we told them that it costs a lot to travel and we have already taken a lot of vacations recently. &lt;strong&gt;Kyle in his prayer said "Please bless that we can be rich so that we can go to Ashley's baptism"&lt;/strong&gt; We laughed because it just seemed to keep on going throughout the week with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Another comment from Kyle was &lt;strong&gt;"Does God not have enough money to come and visit us? Is that why we don't ever see him?"&lt;/strong&gt; Then Hailey said that &lt;strong&gt;"God is rich because of all of the tithing" then she asked why He needed all of that money anyway because he never spends it.&lt;/strong&gt; We went through the whole Prophet thing and the tithing going to churches, temples, missionaries etc. She didn't sound too convinced. She has always been one who's money burns a hole in their pocket, but has perfectly good advice to tell you not to spend YOUR money, because she intends for you to spend it on her sometime. &lt;strong&gt;FUNNY KIDS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-7434521816184252710?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7434521816184252710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=7434521816184252710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7434521816184252710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7434521816184252710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darn&apos;dest things!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-203162690510053856</id><published>2008-08-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:02:56.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle Soccer'/><title type='text'>Kyle's first day of Soccer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-203162690510053856?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/203162690510053856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=203162690510053856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/203162690510053856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/203162690510053856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/kyles-first-day-of-soccer-2008.html' title='Kyle&apos;s first day of Soccer 2008'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-8414519860366777415</id><published>2008-08-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:07:50.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bike Ride'/><title type='text'>Jordan River Bike Trail 8/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e444d794d6a4d784e773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Bike Ride" 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href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/880652932685363089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=880652932685363089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/880652932685363089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/880652932685363089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-party-at-alysons-july-2008.html' title='Pool Party at Alyson&apos;s July 2008'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-7656663911332727127</id><published>2008-07-27T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:32:27.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Two Wheelin' it"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kyle learning to Ride His Bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;..."Two Wheeler "&lt;br /&gt;July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kyle likes to say he can ride a "Two Wheeler" which really means &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mUbXVaYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IKHumSpTmug/s1600-h/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947243576060290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mUbXVaYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IKHumSpTmug/s200/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riding a bike WITHOUT TRAINING WHEELS. We are still getting the h&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mVmzaAPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AT_k7RN-mUg/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947263826460914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mVmzaAPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AT_k7RN-mUg/s200/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ang of starting and stopping. Kyle will ride the bike like a scooter for a while just pushing with one foot, then he will finally lift it up and then get going. If he is about to run into something instead of turning the handle bars&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mVIW2PjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/G2O-jAkZHAg/s1600-h/IMG_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947255653613106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mVIW2PjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/G2O-jAkZHAg/s200/IMG_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, he will just put out both feet and skid until he stops. Whatever works kid...KEEP IT UP! Your doing great! I love you Pal! He needs lots of Positive PRAISE, or he ends up throwing the bike down and says that he hates the bike and that it is stupid, then when I tell him it's not the bike, he tries to blame the stupid shoes he just got. I then tell him his new shoes are just fine and that he just needs to get up and keep going, with a LOT of positive praise he gets back out there to &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mUt4AmiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UQZZACZF2zc/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947248544946722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mUt4AmiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UQZZACZF2zc/s200/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do it again. Always a cutie!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mU2Vy46I/AAAAAAAAAQI/9nA73FlpTAQ/s1600-h/IMG_2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947250817360802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mU2Vy46I/AAAAAAAAAQI/9nA73FlpTAQ/s200/IMG_2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-7656663911332727127?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7656663911332727127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=7656663911332727127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7656663911332727127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7656663911332727127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-wheelin-it.html' title='&quot;Two Wheelin&apos; it&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI1mUbXVaYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IKHumSpTmug/s72-c/IMG_2374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-8954123038825603910</id><published>2008-07-27T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:48:03.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping over Pioneer Day- July 2008  American Fork Canyon, UTAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI-BU47ekcI/AAAAAAAAARY/gmGolKEXs6Y/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228539888279654850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI-BU47ekcI/AAAAAAAAARY/gmGolKEXs6Y/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We had so much fun camping together.  The kids love to get dirty, hike, fish, make fires...as do most kids, I'm sure.  We all had a blast together, sliding down to the bottom of the tent together, can't beat the tent days.  Our tent is going on 10yrs now, Jamie-wedding present.  We can't believe it has lasted this long, AMAZING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI03K0iWOTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_nRQp1urqBE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-8954123038825603910?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8954123038825603910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=8954123038825603910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8954123038825603910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/8954123038825603910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-over-pioneer-day-july-2008.html' title='Camping over Pioneer Day- July 2008  American Fork Canyon, UTAH'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI-BU47ekcI/AAAAAAAAARY/gmGolKEXs6Y/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-7752995526121729998</id><published>2008-07-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:22:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of '98 Flashbacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Class of '98 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Flashbacks-&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qQiOs8CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CB3ZM8-QOnA/s1600-h/Flashback+from+the+Alpine+8th+Ward.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227881206001758242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qQiOs8CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CB3ZM8-QOnA/s200/Flashback+from+the+Alpine+8th+Ward.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wow has it really been 10 years???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta get the Alpine 8th Ward back together---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny memories, some can be told,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; All can be laughed at!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We missed a few--Danny where were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Tres had to suffer through all of the updates from the ladies by himself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qRVdEtJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J8kJPzfnTI4/s1600-h/Alyson,+such+a+good+sport+with+the+kids+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227881219752244370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qRVdEtJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J8kJPzfnTI4/s200/Alyson,+such+a+good+sport+with+the+kids+%2708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reunion with kids- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pool Party at Alysons house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What a good sport Alyson was to play with all of the kids and me, I was included in the kid category, I felt like a kid anyway.  Aly you always bring out the kid in me, I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We fought for the toys and played baseball together with the plastic toys and thoroughly enjoyed it...until one of the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; kids wanted to play...Okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Out goes the kid and in comes mommy- getting really good at throwing that ball directly into the bat to ensure good self-esteem for the young ones - You hit it!!!  Good Job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qQ3V5Y4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MIj9Xdpn7vI/s1600-h/Reuinion+Pool+Party+at+Alyson+Jones"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227881211669078914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qQ3V5Y4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MIj9Xdpn7vI/s200/Reuinion+Pool+Party+at+Alyson+Jones%27+house+%2708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was so fun to see everyone with their kids and get the updates on their lives.  Wow, isn't it awesome that we all can change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so glad that I was able to see them all again, and hopefully I can keep in better touch with everyone this time... I'm going to REALLY try this time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-7752995526121729998?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7752995526121729998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=7752995526121729998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7752995526121729998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/7752995526121729998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/class-of-98-flashbacks.html' title='Class of &apos;98 Flashbacks!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SI0qQiOs8CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CB3ZM8-QOnA/s72-c/Flashback+from+the+Alpine+8th+Ward.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3186053881443692238</id><published>2008-07-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:26:01.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Semi-family Reunion at the West&apos;s Lake House'/><title type='text'>Vacation Visiting Family</title><content type='html'>We took a trip to visit my sister Jenny and her family out in Fargo, ND. We snuck down to Marshall, MN to visit our old town, some missed friends, and check on our old house. We then went back to Fargo and immediately left for the lake house that Jenny and Ryan had rented for the summer. They had some awesome toys to show off for all of the years that Ryan had to be in school-they were so willing to share them with us. What nice family we have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9Aq5gO_I/AAAAAAAAACk/5Xr464MjR6w/s1600-h/IMG_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720393102277618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9Aq5gO_I/AAAAAAAAACk/5Xr464MjR6w/s200/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys rode with us to the lake house, Dan and I lucked out, all three of them were out 5 min. into the drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle had so much fun with his cousins. He finally had boys to play with and didn't have to feel like he was a tag-along with Hailey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hailey pretty much lived in her swimsuit while we were there. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWD_k3-kPI/AAAAAAAAADU/e7h2-lLolGg/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728070886789362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWD_k3-kPI/AAAAAAAAADU/e7h2-lLolGg/s200/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWEAVz9dTI/AAAAAAAAADs/iDSrRHPrWBY/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWEAVz9dTI/AAAAAAAAADs/iDSrRHPrWBY/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728084023276850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWEAVz9dTI/AAAAAAAAADs/iDSrRHPrWBY/s200/IMG_2294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to watch the fireworks out on the lake in the boat, while Ryan's boat blared the program so the hundreds of other boats could hear the music going with the firework display the resort was showing. It was funny. It was kind of wierd to be out on the water in the dark and seeing other boats little tiny light at the top everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWD_yQlZJI/AAAAAAAAADc/8lsBwfqT8MU/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728074479658130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWD_yQlZJI/AAAAAAAAADc/8lsBwfqT8MU/s200/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle and Micah were just content eating the middles of their oreo's while the other kids fought for the raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWGMph4OhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gSkm62AUm9s/s1600-h/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730494497831442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWGMph4OhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gSkm62AUm9s/s200/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWEAAFC4JI/AAAAAAAAADk/C9Hh3ktbQgQ/s1600-h/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728078189355154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWEAAFC4JI/AAAAAAAAADk/C9Hh3ktbQgQ/s200/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to just hang out by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9A07h2wI/AAAAAAAAACs/AQESid4lFYs/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720395795127042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9A07h2wI/AAAAAAAAACs/AQESid4lFYs/s200/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the nights that we were there, a storm came up out of nowhere and it started to pelt down hail and Ryan, Dan and Jim ran out to cover up the boat. They all came back in with major welts on their backs and were soaking wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom and Dad were so cute riding the tube together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom always had a perma-grin on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWI5YimVXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qk3ofEZ9EKY/s1600-h/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225733462054819186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIWI5YimVXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qk3ofEZ9EKY/s200/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents were such good sports about trying the new toys. My Mom continued to smile even through her wipe-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9Bh6dILI/AAAAAAAAADE/hNOSkIadPGM/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720407870218418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9Bh6dILI/AAAAAAAAADE/hNOSkIadPGM/s200/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9BWOnefI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E6_b-yBrsn8/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225720404733557234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9BWOnefI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E6_b-yBrsn8/s200/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surfing had to be, by far my favorite thing that we did out there. It was such a foreign idea to me to have nothing gripping my feet or body. Then to be pulled by the boat to get up and then be surfing the wave from the boat. Just as soon as I caught on to that my family yanks the rope from me and said ride the wave, like I am some expert who had been doing it for a while. I couldn't believe how fun and surprisingly easy it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-3186053881443692238?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3186053881443692238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3186053881443692238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3186053881443692238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3186053881443692238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-visiting-family.html' title='Vacation Visiting Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV9Aq5gO_I/AAAAAAAAACk/5Xr464MjR6w/s72-c/IMG_2216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3662782521441822397</id><published>2008-07-21T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:32:11.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation visiting the Bohrer Cousins'/><title type='text'>Trip to Virginia and Washington D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We loved visiting our Bohrer Cousins -May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had so much fun we didn't want to go, Hailey even asked if she could just stay there and we could go home without her.  I told her that I would just miss her too much.  Through much talking into she finally agreed to come home with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-boaMRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YSFn3ZsFW2U/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225933062034703954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-boaMRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YSFn3ZsFW2U/s200/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-boaMRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YSFn3ZsFW2U/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-boaMRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YSFn3ZsFW2U/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park was fun to go to.  Aunt Heidi practiced throwing and catching with Hailey.  Dan and Kyle, and then Dan took turns throwing it to Mason and Whiney and Kyle was the fetcher if the ball didn't go as planned.  We had fun and finished it off with popsicles from Aunt Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cRZ4cJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-A0Cuz87k7U/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225933073039257746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cRZ4cJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-A0Cuz87k7U/s200/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cRZ4cJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-A0Cuz87k7U/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cwgaxmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JdHIvLPRYCg/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cRZ4cJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-A0Cuz87k7U/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey and Kyle are our little athletes.  They love to play any sport and they end up being pretty coordinated, they must get that from Dan.  It is fun to watch them play and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cwgaxmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JdHIvLPRYCg/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225933081388172898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cwgaxmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JdHIvLPRYCg/s200/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY2z7hNcjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6S9dyO9m4bg/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225924683388252722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY2z7hNcjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6S9dyO9m4bg/s200/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-cwgaxmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JdHIvLPRYCg/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had so much fun jumping on the trampoline with Uncle Jason and Dad...of course until one of them gets hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY20Xel0ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xwvqsilaxus/s1600-h/IMG_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225924690893459858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY20Xel0ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xwvqsilaxus/s200/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey making one of her wierd faces to show me her drawing in the sand at the park by her cousins house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what is going on with Kyle and his smile here, he is still working on what he thinks is okay for a "boy smile" he is constantly cracking us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY203xwdiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n6OijegXBzc/s1600-h/IMG_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225924699563783714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY203xwdiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n6OijegXBzc/s200/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY21VsY7WI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5UBzJ61huds/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225924707594333538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY21VsY7WI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5UBzJ61huds/s200/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailey and Mason are showing their spider skills climbing up the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY20ISitFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VehQmplFwGA/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225924686816392274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY20ISitFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VehQmplFwGA/s200/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY1GJRUdGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mr4z7si2GT0/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225922797294089314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY1GJRUdGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mr4z7si2GT0/s200/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This spider is huge! This was at the zoo that we went to and they didn't have them in cages or anything. It looks like they are straight out of an Indiana Jones movie. I hate spiders!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Not Spiderman-Kyle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo was a lot of fun. My kids were not use to walking for hours in a row so we had a few wines and fits, but for the most part they were so excited to see everything. The kids were enjoying Mason and Whitney who were the experts for the area, they were our good tour guides. Thank you Mason and Whitney!!&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;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY1GdINjCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NpBeyQ18-50/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225922802624597026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY1GdINjCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NpBeyQ18-50/s200/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had so much fun with their cousins that when we said we were leaving the next day, Hailey cried so hard. It was sad to go because we just don't get to see them that often. We have been trying to keep in better touch with the cousins and we are excited to see them when they come out here to visit family in Idaho in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-dctte7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6QP0VwO1mpU/s1600-h/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225933093255084978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-dctte7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6QP0VwO1mpU/s200/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying one of life's pleasures... ICECREAM in Fredricksberg, Virginia. We took a walk around all of the historical sites, it was so fun. We had to top it off with some icecream at an old 50's icecream shop.  &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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-bP0j7JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n-nsd0pOQHY/s1600-h/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225933055434419346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-bP0j7JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n-nsd0pOQHY/s200/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This house had it all, 2 mother-in-law houses out to the sides of the house, then  another servant house or Dan would call that his own.  There were so many gorgeous plants surrounding the pathways and gardens it was fun to look at all of the historical sites there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY1HWqqgsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NkbLZ-Dniv0/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225922818069922498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY1HWqqgsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NkbLZ-Dniv0/s200/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun with all of the Museams in D.C. Most of the facts flew over the kids heads and when we got to the aerospace museam, they were filming "The Night at the Museam 2" and so a lot of things were closed off and we watched for a long time just to see the "Extra's" in the film do the same thing over and over. There was a lot of hype about seeing Ben Stiller. We weren't willing to wait it out that long. We still had fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun with our Bohrer Cousins and can't wait to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV3izbdNXI/AAAAAAAAACU/6qX_FdinW5E/s1600-h/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225714382437954930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIV3izbdNXI/AAAAAAAAACU/6qX_FdinW5E/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile that Kyle is giving is called his "Boy Smile" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently, this is how it is done for you boys out there, so take notice and smile like this from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-3662782521441822397?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3662782521441822397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3662782521441822397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3662782521441822397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3662782521441822397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-virginia-and-washington-dc.html' title='Trip to Virginia and Washington D.C.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SIY-boaMRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YSFn3ZsFW2U/s72-c/IMG_2189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-4730384938086957438</id><published>2008-07-14T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:42:29.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Picture'/><title type='text'>Bohrer Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SHvVf2GGvJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Va0fZXAvx-E/s1600-h/Bohrer+Family+Easter+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223002935940005010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SHvVf2GGvJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Va0fZXAvx-E/s320/Bohrer+Family+Easter+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy, Dan, Hailey and Kyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucson, AZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a family picture in the neighbor's vaccant front yard. Nice of us to use the house that was being sold as our backdrop ha? &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/4762802851319695344-4730384938086957438?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4730384938086957438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=4730384938086957438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4730384938086957438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/4730384938086957438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/bohrer-family.html' title='Bohrer Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SHvVf2GGvJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Va0fZXAvx-E/s72-c/Bohrer+Family+Easter+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-3502361626426017949</id><published>2008-04-08T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:46:25.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella Junior Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4445334f4463354d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Hailey in Cinderella Jr." src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4445334f4463354d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762802851319695344-3502361626426017949?l=thebohrerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3502361626426017949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762802851319695344&amp;postID=3502361626426017949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3502361626426017949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762802851319695344/posts/default/3502361626426017949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebohrerfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinderella-junior-star.html' title='Cinderella Junior Star'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215593329889293507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH7-n0I2_6Q/SZnYThzuoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/e5pdgh4cQ8o/S220/IMG_2730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762802851319695344.post-5589450585148458399</id><published>2007-06-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:00:31.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>We had  a blast at Thanksgiving Point's Children's Garden.  The Noah's ark water feature was fun as was this secret passage the kids seemed to make their fort.  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