<?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-509540517815712552</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:14:01.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggerspastic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-3052979689468821759</id><published>2009-06-20T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:35:19.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YARD WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SkBpXeVwF9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pgaTINKZP90/s1600-h/SL370866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350392209318352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SkBpXeVwF9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pgaTINKZP90/s320/SL370866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been working on improving our yard for quite some time. The person that we bought the house from had invested a lot of money into the curbside appeal. Unfortunately, when the house did not sell as quickly as he had hoped, he let everything go. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3GzfToeiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qP0iH3QtXVU/s1600-h/yardwork4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650520265488930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3GzfToeiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qP0iH3QtXVU/s320/yardwork4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yard was a wreck when we moved in, but we saw a lot of potential to it. A patio here, a garden there....and well....a yard was born. The most relaxing, tranquil evening is spent hanging out&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3G0EYeuYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ym7EL4FcUQQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650530217933186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3G0EYeuYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ym7EL4FcUQQ/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back with nothing but a glass of wine and the beautiful landscape. I am still working on getting Jen and Doug to see what I see. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3Gzz2EwxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ybD_kOG6NP0/s1600-h/yardwork+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650525778658066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3Gzz2EwxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ybD_kOG6NP0/s320/yardwork+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They like having a nice yard, but I don't think they see it the same way as I do. Here are some before and after pictures. Mom and Dad came up for a week and spent A LOT of time helping us with this. Dad refused to leave until the garden was built. They too should take a lot of pride in this. It would not look this great without their help. Thanks Mom and Dad, and I expect you to visit soon to spend and evening with me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350391082684400226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SkBoV5TSQmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uG_vrmqQBBs/s320/SL371527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-3052979689468821759?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3052979689468821759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=3052979689468821759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/3052979689468821759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/3052979689468821759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2009/06/yard-work.html' title='YARD WORK'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SkBpXeVwF9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pgaTINKZP90/s72-c/SL370866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-4351485362825153801</id><published>2009-04-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:34:29.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter = Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593347491452610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTBcEqi1sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Wf7LTcw-6Ew/s320/SL371393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her family were in town for Easter weekend. It was so nice to be able to have them here. We are lucky that we have a house big enough for guests when they come over.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTCDCUr09I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QnaLKdD0MiA/s1600-h/SL371364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324594016877794258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTCDCUr09I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QnaLKdD0MiA/s320/SL371364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My oldest nephew, might look like an angel, but he is the reincarnation of the HELLRAISER! If you can't find him, just wait a second, look for the trail of toys, and listen for the high pitched screeching that will soon follow and you will find the little guy. He is so much fun though. I was helping him climb a tree and he is so determined to get to the top even if it means falling out of the tree a couple of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Tigger has learned to crawl and was &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTC22QIB5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SjUUi_gjEEc/s1600-h/SL371366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324594906990643090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTC22QIB5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SjUUi_gjEEc/s320/SL371366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a good little guy. He very rarely cries, and is just so happy and bubbly all the time. Put him on the ground and watch him go. And if you do a little dance for him he gets so excited! I just want to pinch his cheeks all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFBbknGTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pJw5YURIDN8/s1600-h/SL371385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324597287830624562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFBbknGTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pJw5YURIDN8/s320/SL371385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFBJ6BECI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ceu9qmXBCNM/s1600-h/SL371376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324597283088568354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFBJ6BECI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ceu9qmXBCNM/s320/SL371376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFA8uJ0JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/howcQsaiBYc/s1600-h/SL371359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324597279549149330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFA8uJ0JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/howcQsaiBYc/s320/SL371359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFBkq7VnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wmekNmnjorw/s1600-h/SL371391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324597290273035890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTFBkq7VnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wmekNmnjorw/s320/SL371391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to go to the Zoo on Sunday after a delicious brunch; Jen made fritatas and bloody marys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was beautiful, and all the animals were out and it was such a gorgeous day. I forgot how much fun the Zoo is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-4351485362825153801?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4351485362825153801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=4351485362825153801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/4351485362825153801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/4351485362825153801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-spring.html' title='Easter = Spring'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SeTBcEqi1sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Wf7LTcw-6Ew/s72-c/SL371393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-3711365706662564013</id><published>2009-01-26T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:07:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a whirlwind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4y04CwzGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MVebESx58Qw/s1600-h/SL371300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726095812840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4y04CwzGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MVebESx58Qw/s320/SL371300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4yRoZ6irI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qRE2tvGpxyk/s1600-h/SL371296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295725490319559346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4yRoZ6irI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qRE2tvGpxyk/s320/SL371296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so I got promoted. This is such a huge, huge life changing turn of events, that I still can not wrap my brain around. I'm the boss, the bigwig, the head honcho, the big cheese.....and I still can't believe it. YAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYYAAY! That is me being excited. So today, to try and take my mind off the magnitude of thoughts a swirling in my cabasa, I cleaned my house. A lot. I cleaned the baseboards, dusted absolutely everything (which is one of my least favorite things to do) cleaned all the stainless steel and mopped and cleaned. And I clean often, but wow. I got to it. Anywhoo, in the process of all the cleaning, I glanced out the window and saw my entire front lawn covered with birds. Sparrows, I believe. (Thanks Mom and Dad. They have bird watching books.) I think it is an omen......of good things to come. Of success. Of happiness. Of hope. I am always one of those people who see something tiny, insignificant, and it's a sign. You know, plastic bag blowing in the wind and all of that. (American Beauty reference)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4zVPIPBBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7K9lXevcHjY/s1600-h/SL371301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726651765621778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4zVPIPBBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7K9lXevcHjY/s320/SL371301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I feel better. I'm less stressed and more optimistic. But I still need to finish cleaning my house. &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/509540517815712552-3711365706662564013?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3711365706662564013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=3711365706662564013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/3711365706662564013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/3711365706662564013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-whirlwind.html' title='It&apos;s a whirlwind!'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SX4y04CwzGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MVebESx58Qw/s72-c/SL371300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-1257257539889733967</id><published>2008-12-31T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:10:24.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286030504456807266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SVvAvLoG42I/AAAAAAAAADo/-q82wriJFxU/s320/SL371240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the holidays. Ok, let me rephrase, I love the holidays at home. When I am here in town, and I am working, I am pretty much the biggest scrooge ever. I have listened to chrismas music day in and day out for 1 1/2 months for 11 years. That acounts for 330 days, which is almost a year of my life spent listening to Christmas music. On top of that, all of the holiday shoppers who go out to eat afterward are not at all in the holiday spirit after being trampled to death in shopping centers. And don't even get me started on the traffic. Then magically, after making a harrowing journey over ice and through storms, 5 hours later......I'm with my family, and it's CHRISTMAS!!! The warm feeling you get when you smell a Turkey baking in the oven, or the candle that my mom lights or the smell of freshly baked cake, cookies, fudge. The smiles on everyones face, because we're all together, or the high pitched yelling of my nephew saying "Faster! Faster!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SVvB8URLbII/AAAAAAAAADw/t1A5EeQbRjY/s1600-h/SL371260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031829626481794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SVvB8URLbII/AAAAAAAAADw/t1A5EeQbRjY/s320/SL371260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; his first time in the snow on a sled. Oh then I love the holidays. I had a great Christmas. Thanks to my Mom and Dad for doing all that they can to make it super special for us. The only down point was that Kim wasn't able to be there on Christmas day.  Here are Jammie and Liam.  I heard the our little town got 19 inches of snow on the 25th.  It was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/509540517815712552-1257257539889733967?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1257257539889733967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=1257257539889733967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/1257257539889733967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/1257257539889733967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SVvAvLoG42I/AAAAAAAAADo/-q82wriJFxU/s72-c/SL371240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-2877684350824640832</id><published>2008-12-21T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:01:09.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.  I am horrible.</title><content type='html'>Christmas time is a busy time.  What can I say. I think I forgot that I even had a blog.  Anyhoo. I will post something after the holidays.  I will be heading to home to see my Mom and Dad, and I can't wait.  Merry Christmas everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-2877684350824640832?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2877684350824640832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=2877684350824640832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/2877684350824640832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/2877684350824640832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-am-horrible.html' title='Wow.  I am horrible.'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-6792675395016711098</id><published>2008-10-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:19:46.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no see</title><content type='html'>So, I really have to say that I can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that I was so against having a blog for such a long time.  It has been so amazing to hear from people that I haven't heard from in forever.  Maybe I'm just being ultra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; or nostalgic because I won't be able to go to the reunion, but it is so great to be able to reconnect with old friends that I've lost touch with.  So to all of you, thank you for letting me get a small peek into your lives.  I didn't realize how much I missed everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-6792675395016711098?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6792675395016711098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=6792675395016711098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6792675395016711098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6792675395016711098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time, no see'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-6915583067151219251</id><published>2008-09-19T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:48:14.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SNPjB0zq3hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fc9rmHtMu98/s1600-h/SL370871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247787611311496722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SNPjB0zq3hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fc9rmHtMu98/s320/SL370871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen and I made a quick trip home last weekend. We left very late Saturday night. I was bored on the way there and took some pics. Just to give you the feel of the drive, here is a picture for you. What we went home for......was to see our older sister and THE BABIES! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247789099308812498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SNPkYcB4CNI/AAAAAAAAADY/UG8oyv2P4Wc/s320/SL370898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so Liam is not a baby anymore. He is a cute little boy who makes me laugh all the time. Except for when he is spitting at me. Then he is a brat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247789105085916818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SNPkYxjPppI/AAAAAAAAADg/McS2jzkt2jU/s320/SL370916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well Jammie, my sister, had a job interview and SHE GOT THE JOB. Her and Russ and the boys are moving back to Idaho. We are so excited. We had such a great weekend with Erica and her family. Sunday night we had a big family BBQ with Grandma, Brian, Jason, Julie and Paul. The food was great. Just sitting around hanging with the whole family is my idea of a perfect 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/509540517815712552-6915583067151219251?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6915583067151219251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=6915583067151219251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6915583067151219251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6915583067151219251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='YAY!!'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SNPjB0zq3hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fc9rmHtMu98/s72-c/SL370871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-4587144451556628008</id><published>2008-08-26T22:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:44:04.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo5i7wAII/AAAAAAAAACw/dWd3OqfdZE4/s1600-h/SL370716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068341866332290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo5i7wAII/AAAAAAAAACw/dWd3OqfdZE4/s320/SL370716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo6FbdhrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/st_eLI5idos/s1600-h/SL370731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068351126144690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo6FbdhrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/st_eLI5idos/s320/SL370731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo64TOifI/AAAAAAAAADI/QF-Q74bo4Fc/s1600-h/SL370619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068364781816306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo64TOifI/AAAAAAAAADI/QF-Q74bo4Fc/s320/SL370619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot pictures of Teegan. I'm horrible. He is just as adorable as Liam. I'm a bad aunt. Plus, I had to put my favorite picture that I took on there as well. It's incredibly artistic. Just kidding. It's one of the Aunties.....(I'm not saying which one) and Liam's bums. It was too cute to pass up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo6WXxQ4I/AAAAAAAAADA/HgUN_Ep3wxg/s1600-h/SL370750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068355674063746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo6WXxQ4I/AAAAAAAAADA/HgUN_Ep3wxg/s320/SL370750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teegan is such an easy baby. He never cries! Only for a diaper and a bottle. And he was such a snuggler. He made me want babies now, and Liam made me love birth control. I was so confused the whole trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-4587144451556628008?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4587144451556628008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=4587144451556628008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/4587144451556628008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/4587144451556628008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/08/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTo5i7wAII/AAAAAAAAACw/dWd3OqfdZE4/s72-c/SL370716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-2643957721953813637</id><published>2008-08-26T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:29:34.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiMCBbNhI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBJ3YD7UcZk/s1600-h/SL370595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060962867885586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiMCBbNhI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBJ3YD7UcZk/s320/SL370595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTQ6lYT0zI/AAAAAAAAABg/9c6m1x3j8sg/s1600-h/at+the+airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239041971423793970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTQ6lYT0zI/AAAAAAAAABg/9c6m1x3j8sg/s320/at+the+airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so long time over due.......dun dun duuuunnnnn.....The pictures from Virginia. I will start at the beginning. We arrive in VA Wednesday evening. I will never forget seeing Jennifer taking off in a dead sprint to be the first one to Liam, and he cried. He didn't know us. We went to the Olive Garden for dinner because when your there, your family. (joke) It was nice to get reaquainted with Liam, he had a hard time getting used to us. The next day, we all wanted to go to Colonial Williamsburg. It is so cool there to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTSM49ZMSI/AAAAAAAAABo/QcfDOAfpZBo/s1600-h/SL370584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239043385428881698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTSM49ZMSI/AAAAAAAAABo/QcfDOAfpZBo/s320/SL370584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see all the old buildings. Plus they have this really great coffee shop that went to so many times. Plus an awesome wine and cheese shop and candy store. We hung out, did a little shopping and then went home. The next day we went to the beach! That was a blast. Liam loved the water. Jen is his new favorite auntie because she played with him so much. They were in the ocean for so long. He was happy as a clam (ha ha) until he was chasing after Jen, and he was so close to her that she could reach out &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiLPVr1yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LbO-wnfD2LQ/s1600-h/SL370581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060949262653218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiLPVr1yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LbO-wnfD2LQ/s320/SL370581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and touch him, and a wave came up and wipe his poor little feet out from under him, and sucked him out to the ocean. All you could see was his little body rolling in the water. Luckily another wave washed him right back to us. It was terrifying. Jammie, Russ, Jen and I were all running after him. His dad got to him and pulled him up, and he looked so scared, but he was holding his breath the whole time! We figured that was enough of the water for a bit. He loved the sand after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTe9BpIX_I/AAAAAAAAABw/1FoTTFGROgU/s1600-h/SL370572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239057406533066738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTe9BpIX_I/AAAAAAAAABw/1FoTTFGROgU/s320/SL370572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went for a long drive out to the OUTER BANKS. WEEOOH WEEOHH. It sounds like the Twilight zone to me for some reason. The outer banks is a little penninsula that has three different towns, Devils hills, Kitty Hawk, and one other city. Kitty Hawk is the place where the Wright bothers flew the first plane. We were driving by and there are seriously 20 kites in the sky. Some are so big it takes 10 people to fly them. So we went and bought kites and flew them. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiLr6TtGI/AAAAAAAAACA/YXbI79peRSI/s1600-h/SL370592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060956932453474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiLr6TtGI/AAAAAAAAACA/YXbI79peRSI/s320/SL370592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was on to Roanoke Island. That is one of the first colonized cities, although the leader of the group went back to England for a bit for more supplies, and when he came back everyone had dissapeared and the only thing left was a carving in a tree that said Roanoke. It was neat to see the foundation to the old fort, but there was such a creepy feeling to the place. I went for a walk by myself. I was hoping for a spiritual awaking, to be there alone with my thoughts and the spirits of the past, and I got nothing. Lost for a bit I guess, but other than that.....nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiM4e4YPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YogaUi_3CvI/s1600-h/SL370618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060977486946546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiM4e4YPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YogaUi_3CvI/s320/SL370618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiNFX83LI/AAAAAAAAACY/GRBP7uL7PBQ/s1600-h/SL370634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060980947541170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiNFX83LI/AAAAAAAAACY/GRBP7uL7PBQ/s320/SL370634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that it was just hanging out. We did get to spend a day at Busch Gardens. That was fun. It was cool to be able to get to see Jammie and Russ without the kids. Mom and Dad took them all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cooked a lot of dinner, drank a lot of wine, and got to be a family again. It has been too long to not all be together. I hope that they will move closer very soon. Miss you Jammie and Russ, and Teeger (that's my nickname for him. It's like tigger), and Liam, our handsome boy. &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/509540517815712552-2643957721953813637?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2643957721953813637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=2643957721953813637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/2643957721953813637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/2643957721953813637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/08/virginia.html' title='Virginia'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SLTiMCBbNhI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBJ3YD7UcZk/s72-c/SL370595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-6177744187504629411</id><published>2008-08-22T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:33:26.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SK-uO7jB3MI/AAAAAAAAABY/sNCJkarfyDA/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237596463181192386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SK-uO7jB3MI/AAAAAAAAABY/sNCJkarfyDA/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a hard time remembering that I actually have to come here and type stuff. I guess I've just always felt that my writing skills left something to be desired and therefore stay away from blogging. Which is honestly too bad. I have had so much happen in the last 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That house is ours. WE own it. It is already just so cozy and homey already. My parents are amazing and moved all of stuff for me. Jen and Doug and their friends, Megan and Tristan, helped mom and dad unload it all. I got off work, and it had all been done. They are so great. The yard was pretty much dead, but we are working on getting it back to green. All of my stuff is in the house, and Jen and I are working on getting the apartment moved over. I didn't realize how much stuff the two of us have together. I will have pictures of the house with stuff in it soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I need to get pictures of our trip to Virginia on here. The boys were so adorable. I talked to Liam on the phone today and I miss those little guys so much. I've only gotten to see Liam 3 times, and Teagan once, but it is so crazy how your heart gets so attached. It makes my heart hurt just thinking about it. Russ and Jammie were such great hosts. We got to do everything wwanted, fly kites at Kitty Hawk, go watch glass blowing, going to Busch Gardens.  Is there anything more amazing then beer and rollercoasters?  I could go back tomorrow. I love Virginia. It is so different over there, but everyone was just so kind. I will get those pics going soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-6177744187504629411?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6177744187504629411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=6177744187504629411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6177744187504629411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6177744187504629411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SK-uO7jB3MI/AAAAAAAAABY/sNCJkarfyDA/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-5193500681892940266</id><published>2008-06-27T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:20:02.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New House (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXh-Qq9yBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ef6Lp-EW_ko/s1600-h/IMLS98359240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216824203121903634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXh-Qq9yBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ef6Lp-EW_ko/s320/IMLS98359240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXh_yd-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yNtG_rb7W1I/s1600-h/IMLS98359240A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216824229374103778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXh_yd-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yNtG_rb7W1I/s320/IMLS98359240A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXiBBJLgrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QQhKoX7U7zg/s1600-h/IMLS98359240B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216824250493272754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXiBBJLgrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QQhKoX7U7zg/s320/IMLS98359240B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXiCTSp1SI/AAAAAAAAABA/_Mys23wtv0o/s1600-h/IMLS98359240C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216824272544716066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXiCTSp1SI/AAAAAAAAABA/_Mys23wtv0o/s320/IMLS98359240C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXiDE1nXmI/AAAAAAAAABI/fBxHhP-gLGE/s1600-h/IMLS98359240D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216824285844692578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXiDE1nXmI/AAAAAAAAABI/fBxHhP-gLGE/s320/IMLS98359240D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so Jen and I have always wanted to buy a house. It just so happens that we are not rich enough to do this by ourselves. SO....we are buying one together. We already made the offer, had it inspected and now are just trying to negotiate what they willing to fix from the inspection addendum. It is so nice and big, and close to everything. It's 1800 sq. ft, 4 bedroom and 2 bathrooms.  Original hard wood floors.  The back yard needs a lot of work, but I need a project.  We are going to landscape like mothers.......with my mom's help actually. Check out the pics. We close on the 22nd of July. Right after we get back from Virginia. Oh lordy, I'm so excited. I can't wait to have my own place again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-5193500681892940266?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5193500681892940266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=5193500681892940266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/5193500681892940266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/5193500681892940266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-house-hopefully.html' title='The New House (hopefully)'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXh-Qq9yBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ef6Lp-EW_ko/s72-c/IMLS98359240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-4215828611914460514</id><published>2008-06-27T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:55:48.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>addendum</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, and Jen's a genius, because she did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-4215828611914460514?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4215828611914460514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=4215828611914460514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/4215828611914460514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/4215828611914460514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/addendum.html' title='addendum'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509540517815712552.post-6486666336544207955</id><published>2008-06-27T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:20:02.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXZPVCAmnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QSound3WaNE/s1600-h/SL370476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216814600745425522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXZPVCAmnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QSound3WaNE/s320/SL370476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I figured that I could do this too. I always check out Monica and Erica's blogs and feel a little left out. I am going to be honest and say that my life is not all that exciting, hence the first post is all about the fact that I got my hair done. Sorry. I will be more inventive as I go along. Hopefully. Anyway, I am super proud of the fact that I have red hair again......in a sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509540517815712552-6486666336544207955?l=theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6486666336544207955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509540517815712552&amp;postID=6486666336544207955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6486666336544207955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509540517815712552/posts/default/6486666336544207955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingiconzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-hair.html' title='My New hair'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/Sj3BlgCGFvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ShPIOE2t6Uo/S220/SL370518.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wElAJV6pCgk/SGXZPVCAmnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QSound3WaNE/s72-c/SL370476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
