<?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-2442990269415056489</id><updated>2011-08-16T10:27:47.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Scrapper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-565997479190065162</id><published>2011-06-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:03:35.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Photography - Redding Photography</title><content type='html'>As a photographer, we often see people, places or things that we just have to shoot. Well in this case two of those things happened for me. For years I've seen this sign that says "Bump" when I drive through a friend's neighborhood. I just think how cute would that be to have a prego lady in front of that! Then last year I saw someone had the same idea and I saw that it was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, when I heard Jodi was pregnant, I thought "I so want to take her pictures!" She was kind of enough to let me experiment the several shots that I have been carrying around in my head for months on her. Thanks Jodi...and her beautiful daughter Cali for allowing me to capture such a special time in your lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbAFSMo0x2Y/TeaDj8ARVkI/AAAAAAAAARU/VplTQBRc-38/s1600/Jodie%2B071%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbAFSMo0x2Y/TeaDj8ARVkI/AAAAAAAAARU/VplTQBRc-38/s400/Jodie%2B071%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613318638989825602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEpfzeKnQ9Y/TeaENijZ_sI/AAAAAAAAARc/s65HcUhK3xM/s1600/Jodie%2B047%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEpfzeKnQ9Y/TeaENijZ_sI/AAAAAAAAARc/s65HcUhK3xM/s400/Jodie%2B047%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613319353712377538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1rXzV7gOck/TeaFHzTqakI/AAAAAAAAARk/6a5LgIHGAIk/s1600/Jodie%2B106%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1rXzV7gOck/TeaFHzTqakI/AAAAAAAAARk/6a5LgIHGAIk/s400/Jodie%2B106%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613320354642160194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eH0iPK6GuzY/TeaF1EgEdlI/AAAAAAAAARs/s0EB9ahgBF8/s1600/Jodie%2B143%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eH0iPK6GuzY/TeaF1EgEdlI/AAAAAAAAARs/s0EB9ahgBF8/s400/Jodie%2B143%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613321132351714898" 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/2442990269415056489-565997479190065162?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/565997479190065162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=565997479190065162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/565997479190065162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/565997479190065162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2011/06/maternity-photography-reddy-photography.html' title='Maternity Photography - Redding Photography'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbAFSMo0x2Y/TeaDj8ARVkI/AAAAAAAAARU/VplTQBRc-38/s72-c/Jodie%2B071%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-8117516422332542630</id><published>2011-06-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:18:09.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Photography - Redding Photography</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of taking pictures of these 2 girls three times now...each time it gets easier as they get to know me. I just love, love their blue eyes...they photograph so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NqfChNRjCQ/TeaAEapBLrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uV177Z-LRz4/s1600/05%2B28%2B11%2B078%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NqfChNRjCQ/TeaAEapBLrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uV177Z-LRz4/s400/05%2B28%2B11%2B078%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613314798923099826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKWvAcIXuVI/TeaBDwjHmDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NT6_CCq4zqM/s1600/05%2B28%2B11%2B187%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKWvAcIXuVI/TeaBDwjHmDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NT6_CCq4zqM/s400/05%2B28%2B11%2B187%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613315887135692850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVNF1uawfBQ/TeaBcG5sbhI/AAAAAAAAARE/OurOHeRLenM/s1600/05%2B28%2B11%2B144%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVNF1uawfBQ/TeaBcG5sbhI/AAAAAAAAARE/OurOHeRLenM/s400/05%2B28%2B11%2B144%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613316305452822034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhsvPlCX_VY/TeaB5mF49_I/AAAAAAAAARM/Xy8fDtBXiGA/s1600/05%2B28%2B11%2B059%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhsvPlCX_VY/TeaB5mF49_I/AAAAAAAAARM/Xy8fDtBXiGA/s400/05%2B28%2B11%2B059%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613316812041680882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-8117516422332542630?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/8117516422332542630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=8117516422332542630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8117516422332542630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8117516422332542630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2011/06/child-photography-redding-photography.html' title='Child Photography - Redding Photography'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NqfChNRjCQ/TeaAEapBLrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uV177Z-LRz4/s72-c/05%2B28%2B11%2B078%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-4566632277958498565</id><published>2010-11-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:54:51.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TNQ2zS9OFzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NTtNL-EGXDg/s1600/Paris+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536110096835024690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TNQ2zS9OFzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NTtNL-EGXDg/s200/Paris+bag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go here: &lt;a href="http://www.pamelatopping.com/2010/11/epiphanie/#comment-584"&gt;http://www.pamelatopping.com/2010/11/epiphanie/#comment-584&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and win yourself a fab bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these days I will actually get one of these cool bags....I've entered SEVERAL contests...I want one so much! hMMM, my birthday is coming up soon....hint hint! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-4566632277958498565?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/4566632277958498565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=4566632277958498565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/4566632277958498565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/4566632277958498565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/11/win.html' title='WIN!!!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TNQ2zS9OFzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NTtNL-EGXDg/s72-c/Paris+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-7408189792761794216</id><published>2010-10-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:26:41.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm saving, I'm saving....</title><content type='html'>This couponing is addicting and so much fun! But my chores are slagging as I am spending time clipping and organizing my coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to all the coupon blogs...they truly are the ones saving me money. I'm sure I could (and well do) figure out some great deals on my own, having them be totally lined out for me is awesome. The very first blog I followed was: &lt;a href="http://www.thesassysaver.net/sassy-coupon-giveaway-706-93-in-coupons/"&gt;http://www.thesassysaver.net/sassy-coupon-giveaway-706-93-in-coupons/&lt;/a&gt; and she is having a contest that I sure would love to win, because it's for MORE COUPONS! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really suggest you try this coupon thing out, especially if you have a super tight budget. When my family had two incomes I could go to Target and pick up that cute pillow that matched my couch, or buy my daughter a pair of shoes she didn't need because they were just too cute for words. But now I have to watch my spending very carefully, literally every penny makes a difference. I no longer treat change as a nuisance, it's now part of my budget.&lt;br /&gt;So how do you start couponing? Well read the "Be a Sassy Saver" on the above blog, go to &lt;a href="http://www.coupons.com/"&gt;http://www.coupons.com&lt;/a&gt; and print coupons...you can print them twice from each computer. Then you should go to &lt;a href="http://www.adperks.com/"&gt;http://www.adperks.com&lt;/a&gt; if you have a Rite Aid in your area and watch the videos for big value coupons. They last from 30 seconds to 3 minutes depending on the company. I just turn my volume off, hit play and then do something like organize, clip, write, whatever while it plays...but make sure you are paying attention to when it ends because you only have 30 seconds to enter a code in to get the coupon. It sounds long and complicated, but really isn't. Then you can combine these Rite Aid STORE coupons with MANUFACTURER coupons with their sale price and get things for super cheap or lots of time FREE!!! Target also has coupons on their site and you don't need to watch a video (but I don't find their deals nearly as good). I hope this gets you started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-7408189792761794216?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/7408189792761794216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=7408189792761794216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7408189792761794216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7408189792761794216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-saving-im-saving.html' title='I&apos;m saving, I&apos;m saving....'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5492159695893242517</id><published>2010-10-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:37:26.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First shoot of the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0uebZwxCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lkl55VIx9AM/s1600/collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0uebZwxCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lkl55VIx9AM/s200/collage+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529627017767601186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0tpRh6q9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/g0pSDPCjtR4/s1600/Schlange+128+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0tpRh6q9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/g0pSDPCjtR4/s200/Schlange+128+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529626104584383442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0rpOdJ4LI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NeCOK4-pdKw/s1600/Schlange+050+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0rpOdJ4LI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NeCOK4-pdKw/s320/Schlange+050+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529623904735846578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time shooting the Schlange family this last Sunday. They made my job so super easy! First of all they are an adorable family and secondly they just did exactly what I suggested. I think the pictures turned out great, I hope they do too! I can't wait for my shoots next Sunday....I have so &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0tdMbaqhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ISnUcxmdJCI/s1600/Schlange+104+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0tdMbaqhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ISnUcxmdJCI/s200/Schlange+104+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529625897056512530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;many ideas for them flowing through my head. All 3 will be totally different. I'd just like to Thank God for the opportunity to do something I Love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0r8Z2UoiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fAkD3Tx_plM/s1600/Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0r8Z2UoiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fAkD3Tx_plM/s200/Picture13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529624234211713570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0sNAOeMnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pdEWlzWaw4c/s1600/Schlange+080+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0sNAOeMnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pdEWlzWaw4c/s200/Schlange+080+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529624519391457906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0syDkWQwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WUv3HSCnGhU/s1600/Schlange+094+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0syDkWQwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WUv3HSCnGhU/s200/Schlange+094+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529625155943678722" 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/2442990269415056489-5492159695893242517?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5492159695893242517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5492159695893242517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5492159695893242517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5492159695893242517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-shoot-of-season.html' title='First shoot of the season'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TL0uebZwxCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lkl55VIx9AM/s72-c/collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-7657858931617371610</id><published>2010-10-06T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:58:52.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupons!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm having so much fun with coupons! Since I'm totally broke, this coupon thing is helping me with retail therapy...even if it's just shampoo! See if I can get it free, I don't care what it is :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TKzGyQLE8II/AAAAAAAAAO4/2GZ-XSXwtZM/s1600/36088-clip-art-graphic-of-a-brown-lady-character-cutting-a-coupon-by-jester-arts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525009409513943170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TKzGyQLE8II/AAAAAAAAAO4/2GZ-XSXwtZM/s320/36088-clip-art-graphic-of-a-brown-lady-character-cutting-a-coupon-by-jester-arts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started following The Sassy Saver a few months ago, but still didn't get into the coupon thing until my sister ran into a mutual friend at Target who was couponing in a major way! She emailed my sis her secrets and the rest is history! I want to share as much with you as I can so that you can enjoy free or cheap retail therapy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First subscribe to these two blogs &lt;a href="http://www.thesassysaver.net/"&gt;http://www.thesassysaver.net/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thekrazycouponlady.com/"&gt;http://thekrazycouponlady.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also came across this today and have yet to read through it, I'll share it, but I don't know as of yet how treasurable this link is :p &lt;a href="http://www.allyou.com/coupons-deals/5-coupon-blogs-we-love-00400000061848/index.html"&gt;http://www.allyou.com/coupons-deals/5-coupon-blogs-we-love-00400000061848/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping to share some photographs that I had taken last night today, but unfortunately the shoot got rescheduled....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-7657858931617371610?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/7657858931617371610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=7657858931617371610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7657858931617371610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7657858931617371610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/10/coupons.html' title='Coupons!!!!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/TKzGyQLE8II/AAAAAAAAAO4/2GZ-XSXwtZM/s72-c/36088-clip-art-graphic-of-a-brown-lady-character-cutting-a-coupon-by-jester-arts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-6505143091367353851</id><published>2010-10-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:03:55.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, my goal is two-fold for my blog. One to share my photography and upcoming sessions and two to share about my couponing. Many ask about both....so here you go...a twofor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later with more info on my Fall Portrait Specials!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-6505143091367353851?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/6505143091367353851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=6505143091367353851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6505143091367353851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6505143091367353851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!!!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-8977354564543562056</id><published>2010-06-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:00:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>I always have so much to blog about...but then I never do. I severely lack motivation and energy. This is something that I'm working on. Trying to get on a consistent exercise routine, continue to put healthy foods in my body and lastly, I got back on my meds that help keep me alert. I really wanted to stay off of them and did for several months...but I was miserable. So unfortunately, all of these things cost money. Yes I could exercise for free, but that's not realistic. I won't do it. I need the structure of a gym. And as messed up as it is, healthy food is a lot more expensive then junk food...wow, America is backwards! The meds are $500 a month ( I will try to stretch that). I did go on the manufacturers website and they have an assistance program...it looks like I'd qualify...so that offers me some hope.&lt;br /&gt;My Dr. wants me to have some blood work done. Hopefully it offers some information about this fatigue and weight issue. I'm also going to a weight Dr. to hopefully help me lose this weight I gained (for reasons I'm not totally sure of). Seems lack of sleep, stress and not eating much made me gain weight...weird. So now I need to lose it and with all my ailments it's quite the obstacle. So I'm excited by all this. I hope to feel good overall VERY soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-8977354564543562056?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/8977354564543562056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=8977354564543562056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8977354564543562056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8977354564543562056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5161623010630379851</id><published>2010-02-11T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:58:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my FB took about 28 hours to reappear....That's a LONG time if you are an addict. What to do, What to do? What did I do before FB (it wasn't that long ago). Oh I remember, Digital Scrapbooking free downloads. I used to spend a good hour if not hours a night going through my favorite site: &lt;a href="http://digifree.craftcrave.com/search?updated-max=2011-01-01T01%3A00%3A00%2B11%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=1"&gt;http://digifree.craftcrave.com/search?updated-max=2011-01-01T01%3A00%3A00%2B11%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd find the great scrapbook kits that I could download for FREE and it helped give me that shopping fix. I LOVE to buy scrapbook supplies! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S3RvM8W-qjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O5LHFu2BYtY/s1600-h/22369_296473384038_566914038_3617863_2699867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437092918294653490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S3RvM8W-qjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O5LHFu2BYtY/s320/22369_296473384038_566914038_3617863_2699867_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Jamie has taken up digital scrapbooking and this week she asked if I wanted to take a challenge on one of the websites she learns through...I figured sure...especially since I have NO access to my beloved Face Book. The challenge was to creat a page with a quote from a movie or song. Here is the page I did: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-5161623010630379851?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5161623010630379851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5161623010630379851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5161623010630379851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5161623010630379851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/02/withdrawals.html' title='Withdrawals'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S3RvM8W-qjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O5LHFu2BYtY/s72-c/22369_296473384038_566914038_3617863_2699867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2194053533558129122</id><published>2010-02-09T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:38:52.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Addiction, what an ugly word! I previously wrote about "bad habits"....well, I am finding that I also have addictions. I used to say I didn't understand addiction, because I don't have an addictive personality. I'm finding that I do. I'm so addicted to the computer. It's bad....I can't go a day without it and if I do it's because I'm out of town and very busy. Tonight Facebook is not working and this has me in withdrawals...I feel ashamed. I love to play scrabble at night on FB, the game stimulates my brain and relaxes it at the same time. I feel lost tonight. I NEED to be doing non computer things. I'm so exhausted and I just want to lay in bed. Oh me oh my...I'm gonna blame Daylight Savings Time...the darkness makes me lazy. During the summer I keep up on chores better, I go out in the evenings, I don't feel like I just want to get under the covers and not come out. DSV is coming soon....I'm gonna kick some addiction ass soon, very soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2194053533558129122?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/2194053533558129122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=2194053533558129122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2194053533558129122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2194053533558129122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-8560656903543952700</id><published>2010-01-25T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:44:40.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty</title><content type='html'>First off, let me just say a little Woot! Woot!....3 blogs in the new year already :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Facebook there was a weekly theme to put a retro pic of yourself on you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11YurWptFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9VI1apnxTH4/s1600-h/Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11YurWptFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9VI1apnxTH4/s320/Collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430594284613645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r profile. I do not have any pics of me handy as they are all packed in the hopes that I may actually sell my house sometime soon. This week I saw a few people mention to post your favorite character. So that is one I can participate in. I assume you as my reader are smart enough to now relate the title of the post to who my favorite character might be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the Sanrio store in the mall as a little girl. I LOVED Hello Kitty! I still love Hello Kitty. Certain people in my life tease me about this...and YOU know who YOU are! So to show that I'm not alone in liking this little kitty, I searched some images on the good ol' web to show some cool Hello Kitty shwag! (look closely, I think a few might give you a little giggle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that I'm not obsessed with this character. I don't have Hello Kitty everything....I don't collect Hello Kitty stuff...I do however encourage my daughter to also have a lo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11Wvi1du_I/AAAAAAAAANk/28JdEqGJPD8/s1600-h/226239pw150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11Wvi1du_I/AAAAAAAAANk/28JdEqGJPD8/s320/226239pw150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430592100483578866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve for Hello Kitty so that I can enjoy it a little more :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11W6Ih2III/AAAAAAAAANs/gJEbyrOiTV4/s1600-h/pict2495ablb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11W6Ih2III/AAAAAAAAANs/gJEbyrOiTV4/s320/pict2495ablb4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430592282400530562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does getting a Hello Kitty tattoo mean i'm obsessed with her? I don't think it does...I just really dig her image. I'll be getting this tattoo this spring or summer. She will rest to the left of my belly button and just a little north of the bikini (like the picture to the right here...but the image a little more on my tummy). Here are two that I think will look like what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-8560656903543952700?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/8560656903543952700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=8560656903543952700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8560656903543952700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8560656903543952700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-kitty.html' title='Hello Kitty'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S11YurWptFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9VI1apnxTH4/s72-c/Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5828058636079481338</id><published>2010-01-24T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:57:29.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money, Money, Moooo-ney!</title><content type='html'>“Money, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, money is an issue for most of us. I have always been pretty good with money. However, I'm finding it very hard to have my income cut exactly in half. I keep trying to cut, cut, cut expenses. But eventually there isn't much left to cut. I was very discouraged Friday when I called Charter. I currently have my phone, internet and cable through them. I have never been without cable in my whole life. I finally decided that that was an expense I could cut. Anyone who knows me really well knows how much I have loved T.V..I don't watch it as much as I used to, but I still do like to escape reality and watch someone else's. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S1zQLrsZkWI/AAAAAAAAANc/isYlhgFLTbk/s1600-h/23243-TVL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S1zQLrsZkWI/AAAAAAAAANc/isYlhgFLTbk/s320/23243-TVL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444149828063586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also used to love talking on the phone, but since I had kids who could talk and therefore INTERRUPT; talking on the phone is NOT something I enjoy now. So turning off my phone is not a big deal to me. I have a cell phone if I need a phone. Now the internet...hmmm, don't think I can live without that...lol. So I was hoping to call and cancel the phone and cable. I was informed that I was in a contract and it would cost me $150 to get out of the contract. Also, since I was breaking the contract I could no longer participate in any specials....grrr! So the lady gave me a $25 credit on my bill to think about it. I told the lady thank you, but I don't imagine money will suddenly appear in my checking account in the next 2 weeks and as much as I hate to cancel EVERYTHING that is what I will be doing in 2 weeks. So now I'm bummed that I have to lose all 3. I will research and find a decent internet service...but I hate losing my email address. I have had it for a long time now and EVERYTHING is tied to it. So I'll take this 2 week period to set up a new email and try to change over the million accounts I have that are tied to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just sell my darn house, I could actually make my budget work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-5828058636079481338?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5828058636079481338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5828058636079481338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5828058636079481338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5828058636079481338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/01/money-money-money-money-moooo-ney.html' title='Money, Money, Money, Money, Moooo-ney!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/S1zQLrsZkWI/AAAAAAAAANc/isYlhgFLTbk/s72-c/23243-TVL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-6037322299257728439</id><published>2010-01-22T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:39:40.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution....</title><content type='html'>Blog more...why, I dunno. I have so much to say, not sure why I don't blog more. I lay in bed at night and write great blogs in my head....but then the day comes and I get busy or when I go to write the amazing blog from the night before I can't remember any of the wit that I thought would be good. I suppose if I get in the habit. Habits is the subject for the rest of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have habits....more bad than good too I bet.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to focus on breaking the bad ones instead of instilling good ones.&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to have some great GOOD habits.&lt;br /&gt;Some are so simple like take my vitamins daily, put old lady lotion on my face to stay looking young, drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the harder ones like, exercise, prepare my lunches, and keep my car clean. Seeing them in written word seems silly when i say they are hard. I like to exercise. I LOVE to dance...would take dance classes every day. I like going to the gym and riding the bike while I read and then using the machines. But I can't afford the gym or dance and even if I could, I feel too tired and wore out. Yes, exercise would help...it all makes sense. There is pretty much only benefits from exercising, yet I don't do it...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have terrible eating habits. I LOVE to eat healthy...yah terrible right? well, the problem is I hate to cook and how many fast, easy Healthy choices are there? not a lot. So I end up not eating. Then by the evening I'm starving and I have most of my food choices at home so I eat a bunch. I don't think I go over calories, but I go long periods of time that my body gets all confused. I also wasn't sleeping much and the combo was bad for my metabolism. I need to get back on track. Just need to start that good habit and then keep it going. My big goal is to make my lunches for the week on Sunday along with a meal plan. Bummer part is I am on a major budget restraint so I'm not able to buy the foods that are healthier, and since I'm a vegetarian it gets even tougher. So I'm still fumbling my way through being a single mom and the one that cooks (Ryan used to be the cook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, why the heck can't I keep my car clean? 5 things go in and only 3 come out....4 more in and 3 more out and after a week that equals MESSY car. With my kids it is 7 things in 2 things out....know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tackle these one at a time and slowly. Because when I try too fast and too much it results in FAILURE....and I'm done with that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-6037322299257728439?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/6037322299257728439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=6037322299257728439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6037322299257728439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6037322299257728439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution....'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-7305245610974516996</id><published>2009-11-17T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:55:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...it's Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNsQgfp-zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/knMttlZCrvU/s1600/03+13+09+009+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNsQgfp-zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/knMttlZCrvU/s320/03+13+09+009+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405283008631143218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyday I have something to blog about, but I get so busy, I don't. I write my blog everynight in my head as I try to fall asleep. So many things on my mind. Things I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I still have not come up with a custody agreement...so we are just playing it by ear right now. He hasn't had them since Halloween.  He has requested to have them next week. It makes sense. They don't have school and I work. He doesn't work and neither does his mom...so together they can entertain the kids. I imagine my nephew you will also be off from school, so playing with him will be fun for the kids as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of Thanksgiving. Mostly because I come from such a small family&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNs9Jqn7KI/AAAAAAAAANM/davTQLvN4uY/s1600/05+07+09+165+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNs9Jqn7KI/AAAAAAAAANM/davTQLvN4uY/s320/05+07+09+165+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405283775597243554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that when we have family get togethers its with the people I see almost on a daily basis. It also doesn't help that I am a vegetarian and that leaves me a meal of green beans and mashed potatoes. For some reason the other night after Ryan and I finalized plans, I laid in bed and it hit me that I was going to be w/o my kids on a holiday. I don't even care abou t the holiday...but it just felt weird. I cannot celebrate Thanksgiving this year. Not that I"m not thankful...because I'm extremely thankful for so many things. Ironically my children are native americans...so I suppose it's their holiday r ight? Anyway, I'm going to take a day to myself I guess (unless anyone wants to come over and kee p me company....movies &amp;amp; wine???)&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I would love to become a photographer one day. Family, kids and babies. I have done a couple of photoshoots with my friend and I've been happy with what I have done so far. I'm still not up to caliber...and I hope with pra ctice I will be. Mostly I take a good image...it's j ust not exposed properly...and thankfully I'm pretty decent in photoshop which fixes all that. But I'd like to get it right w/o photoshopping. So I decided that since next week I'm free and it's close to family pictures time for Christmas cards, I'd offer in invitation to you to help us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;So I'm offering to you a 1hr sessi&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;on on location (probably at Caldwell Park), 2 Photo Christmas card designs and a CD with Images from the shoot (photoshop touchup included) for $30. Let me know if you are interested :)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNqNZPu9BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0GwD3rkICVY/s1600/01+24+09+093+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNqNZPu9BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0GwD3rkICVY/s320/01+24+09+093+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405280756122448914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some samples below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNtH6R8YCI/AAAAAAAAANU/xASaYMbGTZ0/s1600/05+07+09+127+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNtH6R8YCI/AAAAAAAAANU/xASaYMbGTZ0/s320/05+07+09+127+2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405283960445755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNsFCxJXRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7A-UuD2Mj4M/s320/02+17+09+075+copy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405282811672878354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNplnzJkNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/bKG3j21T-oc/s1600/01+13+09+165+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNplnzJkNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/bKG3j21T-oc/s320/01+13+09+165+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405280072834322642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-7305245610974516996?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/7305245610974516996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=7305245610974516996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7305245610974516996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7305245610974516996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-fall.html' title='...it&apos;s Fall!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SwNsQgfp-zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/knMttlZCrvU/s72-c/03+13+09+009+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-3844213019887743575</id><published>2009-10-09T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:01:25.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog...</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the need to blog. Hmmm, about what? Dunno! Well let's see what random thoughts escape my mind. This weekend..pack up kids' bedroom (maybe put primer on the walls), sell stuff (shhh, some will be kids toys). Christmas cards? What? already...yep. I know I'll get behind if I don't...really we all know it's sneaky up on us. Christmas? hmmm...what should I get my kids? Thinking that the son's request for Heely's may finally come true. He's been asking for 2 years...his poor feet have been too small. Kendall...hmmm, hate to get her more toys...girl has a million My little ponies and Barbies.....and dress up and games....hmmm. Do you think she'd like ??? damn, can't think....what do you think a 5 year old girl might "need"...lol, like they need anything...maybe chocolate chip pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween...Love it!&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving...vegitarian...lame!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas...hmmm, well like to watch my kids&lt;br /&gt;Birthday...Jaunary...make me feel special&lt;br /&gt;February...Valentine's day...hmmm, no one seems to want to celebrate that with me (maybe this year?)&lt;br /&gt;and then.....headed towards summer again...wow, time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...see ya (will I?...hear yah?...maybe just read ya)....comment me..please ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-3844213019887743575?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/3844213019887743575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=3844213019887743575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3844213019887743575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3844213019887743575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog...'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-6072192808621654657</id><published>2009-09-26T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:25:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody reads this</title><content type='html'>nobody reads this, reads this, reads this...nobody reads this, not they don't ! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-6072192808621654657?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/6072192808621654657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=6072192808621654657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6072192808621654657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6072192808621654657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/09/nobody-reads-this.html' title='Nobody reads this'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-3529297119515769902</id><published>2009-09-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:33:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For a planner, I wasn't planning very well when I had my kids 3 weeks apart. Kendall's birthday is in September and Joey's in October. The first year we obviously wanted to keep them separate. She would need her special 1st birthday party and Joey would need something special as well since this was the first time he had to deal with a birthday before his own. We figured it might be tough on him. At the age of 4 he wouldn't understand why she gets to have her birthday first. So we did an over the top carnival &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SrkzpFjyYlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CgrtMGc-Ypc/s1600-h/9717_137222839038_566914038_2712232_2281946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384391610458071634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SrkzpFjyYlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CgrtMGc-Ypc/s320/9717_137222839038_566914038_2712232_2281946_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;party for his 4th birthday. The next year I convinced Joey to let Kendall share a party with him. What theme do you do for a boy and a girl? Monkeys! since they are ones!. The worked out great! Well for her 3rd birthday I decided a low key princess party would work nicely. About 5 girls came over dressed up and it was nice to have such a small gathering. We did the big family BBQ thing for Joey's that year. Two parties is still a lot to deal with in such a short span. Last year I tried to talk them into a joint party again...but they were both adamant about separate ones. For the first time ever, I gave up some control and offered them the option to hold their party outside of the house. Kendall did not want to, but Joey did. he chose gymnastics. It was heaven to not have to clean my house before and after his party. I loved that party! So this year, I nudged them both in the direction of a joint, outside the house party. They agreed on Bowling...yes, that wasn't too hard! Bowling was also the least expensive of the choices I gave them. Unfortunately Joey only had one friend show up and Kendall had two and cousin Kaylie also came. So it was a pretty quiet and I must say well behaved group of 6 kids. They had a blast. most had never bowled before, including Kendall. You just gotta love bumpers. I grew up in a bowling family and way back when I was there age, they didn't have light balls, or small sized shoes or bumpers...what a change of an experience I could have had. I also always make the cake...I pride myself in a themed cake. I'm not good at it, but I want to do it anyhow. This year I was going to do bowling ball looking cupcakes. The night before I was sick and the thought of one more task was daunting. I begrudgingly took the kids to the store and let them pick out a store bought cake...this was very hard for me. At first I thought it was going to be very hard for them to agree on a cake...Kendall wanted the one with flowers...of course that wasn't Joey's style...he wanted the super, all chocolate one. Once we told him the flower cake was chocolate, he agreed....too easy! So I hope next year's party (and I say that singular)...will go just as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-3529297119515769902?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/3529297119515769902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=3529297119515769902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3529297119515769902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3529297119515769902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-birthday-party.html' title='Kid&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SrkzpFjyYlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CgrtMGc-Ypc/s72-c/9717_137222839038_566914038_2712232_2281946_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-6635706320085873858</id><published>2009-09-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:45:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>Well I'm so not motivated to work today...well, I guess I haven't been for a while now. I feel bad...I shouldn't slack so much. I mean I get done what needs to be done...but I could be doing more. Today, I feel like crap...again...what's new? Sore throat, barfy, headache...wha wha, whoa is me :)&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm in the midst of getting my house ready for sale...it is going VERY slow...I still don't even have one room completely painted. My goal was to have it on the market today...ha, not gonna happen. I hate that I was sick this weekend...cause I had a whole day yesterday that I could have devoted to packing/painting/etc. I severely needed to do laundry too...I hate getting behind! and now I'm behind on top of being behind... frown! Oh well, I keep telling myself...just plug away...don't look at the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;I leave a week from today to go to Wisconsin again. Why can't we have plants in Florida or New York...or somewhere more exciting? Not that I get to see anything besides the airport, hotel and plant anyway. So this trip is for more training. For Food Safety Audits. I know you are super jealous that I get to go to Wisconsin and learn about Audits...it just doesn't get more exciting than that! The next training will take me to either Texas of San Diego...so that's a little more exciting. I'm going to be gone between 3-4 days...makes for a long week. It basically takes a day to get there with the time change. I am excited to meet some people that I talk to and email and never have met. It's nice to put a face with a name. So far I've been pretty off with the pictures I have come up with in my mind of what I think they will look like.&lt;br /&gt;So that is pretty much what's new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-6635706320085873858?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/6635706320085873858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=6635706320085873858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6635706320085873858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6635706320085873858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5247797679089008446</id><published>2009-09-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:16:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've neglected the blog! I've had a lot to say and share...but didn't know where to start or where to get the motivation. The last 3 years have been a very hard struggle in many ways...mentally, physically, emotionally...etc. I am thankful that at the start of it all I felt God's presence. I felt him say this is supposed to be happening and you will come out a happier, stronger person. I thought I knew exactly what God meant. I'm still a little confused about the way things seem to be heading...it's not what I thought he was showing me. But then, as humans, we have free will...and at some point the vision I had was blurred...by my actions? outside force? I don't know...but what I do know is that during this time, my relationship with God has grown stronger and more fruitful. I've learned tons about myself. I know that eventually I will regain the parts of me I have lost.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in overwhelmed mode right now. This summer we had all decided to move away...out of state. So we started to pack up non-essentials, purge, paint. We started off gung-ho but the motivation quickly faded. I saw life going in the wrong direction...I saw that as much as I wanted to steer in one direction, that was not the way we were heading. Tons of praying, thinking, planning...let to very difficult decisions. The outcome of these decisions have left me still moving (although just here in town), still packing, purging and painting...except now I'm doing it by myself....no pity needed (although I'll take a little...lol). I feel like if I could stop time or take a week off, I could get caught up...but I can't...and as hard as I work at it, I'm just not close. This frustrates me to no end...cause I know I can do it...or I think I can. Anyway, I just want to be settled...not be a month behind on EVERYTHING. I want to have time to do things I like to do. Seems like my weekends consist of chores and kids activities. I don't mine either...but all the time...is wearing. I have so many things I want to do. I have a secret project that I want to finish, of course scrapbooking (I'm years behind), take dance classes, workout, go out with friends, start making Christmas gifts and cards....so many things. I know the time will come...and when it does, I pray I have regained my health and can actually take advantage of the opportunity. No matter what I know that I'm seriously blessed with what I do have. Sometimes I can't believe how well my life has turned out even with all the crap. I mean how can I complain when I have food to eat everyday, a house...with a bed, 2 healthy and amazing children...a great job with the best boss in the world...I could go on. I'm tired, I hurt, but most of all I am happy with me. I don't think a lot of people get to say that. I think I'm very lucky to be in that place with myself...could be the 10 years of therapy...hmmmm .... lol    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-5247797679089008446?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5247797679089008446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5247797679089008446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5247797679089008446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5247797679089008446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-neglected-blog-ive-had-lot-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2392008396075448158</id><published>2009-08-08T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:33:14.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4_-L3eC-I/AAAAAAAAALU/xLwRkXyjsZ0/s1600-h/08+01+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4_-L3eC-I/AAAAAAAAALU/xLwRkXyjsZ0/s200/08+01+09+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367798143442095074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I heard this loud crash. It sound&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn5CPdpvd1I/AAAAAAAAALc/DKFwDmrQqTw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn5CPdpvd1I/AAAAAAAAALc/DKFwDmrQqTw/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367800639297386322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed like a car crashed right into my house. I was home alone of course. I was scared to look out the window. I opened the door and I couldn't see anything. I did notice that Ryan's white Bug seemed to only be showing a little...hmm strange. I searched for a flashlight and shined it on the car....yep a huge branch fell on it. Now when I say huge branch...I mean the branch is the size of a tree. I didn't really know the extent of it until the next morning when I could see it in the day light. I walked it around it and I could b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn5CqYjGs0I/AAAAAAAAALk/PFZLqlfVLLY/s1600-h/08+07+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn5CqYjGs0I/AAAAAAAAALk/PFZLqlfVLLY/s200/08+07+09+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367801101783839554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arely see through the branches to the car. I could see that the windshield was shattered and there was a big dent in the roof. I didn't get to talk to Ryan for 2 days after it happened (he was camping on the coast). I had to leave town for business before he got back...so I didn't get to see h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn5C6e9owRI/AAAAAAAAALs/6mwJ5ivatmw/s1600-h/08+07+09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn5C6e9owRI/AAAAAAAAALs/6mwJ5ivatmw/s200/08+07+09+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367801378383642898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is reaction to the scene once he saw it. When I got back the Insurance guy was here...at least the tree was not on our property. The boys have been chopping at it now to clear away the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2392008396075448158?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/2392008396075448158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=2392008396075448158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2392008396075448158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2392008396075448158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-night-i-heard-this-loud-crash.html' title=''/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4_-L3eC-I/AAAAAAAAALU/xLwRkXyjsZ0/s72-c/08+01+09+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-1910772856432066917</id><published>2009-08-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:07:17.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesooo tah!</title><content type='html'>So I just spent 4 days in Minnesota. Flew out Tuesday from Sacramento. I drove from Redding to Sac with my sis and boss. He was glad to be the one not driving for once and he actually got to return some emails. We boarded our plane and then sat there, half hour passes, an hour passes, two hours pass...then they get the okay to take off...ugh! By now, I'm hungry..cause it's way past lunch. 3 hours later we arrive in Minneapolis. Check in at the Double Tree and gladly accept our warm chocolate chip cookies. We meet 3 of our Illinois co-workers and head out to dinner. I was starving now...It was 8 o'clock their time. We walked 2 or 3 blocks to an Italian restaurant. It was so yummy. We talked forever...I seriously thought I was going to fall asleep. At one point my Il. boss asked if we had any questions... I said, "can we got to bed now?" My sarcasm did not produce the response i was hoping for as our conversation lasted another eon. We got back to the hotel and it is now like 11pm. I fight to get my computer online...I've really got to get the wireless on my laptop fixed...what a big pain in the butt to not have that. Then I crashed in bed for the night...I love the Double Tree and there 5 pillows and down comforters. The weather there was perfect! Had to meet the team at 7am for a quick breakfast and then on to Target headquarters at 7:30am. Thank goodness the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4xuFz9EOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sg_AIl_HIJ8/s1600-h/08+07+09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4xuFz9EOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sg_AIl_HIJ8/s200/08+07+09+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367782473776042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ir office was right across the street. About an hour into the meeting I seriously thought I was going to fall asleep. I didn't get enough sleep and I was all messed up with the two hour loss. But I made it til lunch. Lunch was a boxed lunch...but our Ill. boss suggested we try out the employee cafeteria. Holy Cow! It was HUGE and looked like a mall food court. You could seriously get any kind of food there (pizza, hamburgers, sandwiches, salad,and on and on). It was really good! The rest of the day was filled with 40 minute meetings with Target and just our company. Apparently they Love us! They think we do a wonderful job...this makes me feel very proud since I actually had a part in that. It's funny that 2nd largest retailer of that type loved us that much...that they even knew who this little company I work for is. I left with tons of knowledge and finding that I will most likely be making two more business trips soon somewhere in the US. I need to become FDA Label certified and GFSI Practitioner certified (doesn't that sound muy exciting?!)...but will make for a nice change from everyday life. Right after the meeting my boss had to jet to the airport to catch a flight back to Sac, where his wife picked him up and then they flew to Hawaii...um...yep...jealous! The rest of our crew met with our broker for dinner. I had one martini...I swear it was just pure alcohol...wow! We got back to the hotel and I was conked out by 8:30. Another early morning, getting ready to meet Amy (one of our Illinois co-workers) for breakfast and then taxi ride to the MALL OF AMERICA (insert the sound of singing angels here). BTW, a 20 minute cab right is $4&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4yKAJ0eCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hfxph9lwqG0/s1600-h/08+07+09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4yKAJ0eCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hfxph9lwqG0/s200/08+07+09+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367782953293477922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;0...thankfully my job paid for it. We arrived at the mall with a few minute of wait time before it opened. We had to hit Archiver's first (that is a huge scrapbook store in case you didn't know). We wanted to see how much we would spend there first so we would know how much to budget for the rest of the mall (wouldn't be so nice to not have to shop on a budget?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn40xi-DkUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/z2Cv6sT-UAM/s1600-h/08+07+09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn40xi-DkUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/z2Cv6sT-UAM/s200/08+07+09+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367785831677530434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). My sis tells Amy we will be about a half an hour if she wants to shop somewhere else...poor Amy...we were in there for 2 hours....and I thought I was going through there fast. I spent about twice as much as I wanted to...oh well....it was vacation at this point and you know that calories and spending don't count when you are on vacation. Luckily I really didn't buy much the rest of the time...although we saw lots of neat things...I kept thinking..."do i really need that?" and the answer was no the majority of the time. I had fun buying stuff for Kendall's birthday at the Disney store...got her the cutest Hannah Montana costume for more than 50% off. I could have dropped serious money in that store for her...but I was good. We had to say goodbye to Amy around 2pm as she had to drive back to Chicago with the rest of the Ill. crew. I loved hanging out with her...it's funny how you talk on the phone with someone all the time and you've never met them...it's nice to have faces with names and voices now. Vicki and I then went and checked out Nickelodeon Universe (the theme park in the middle of the mall). It was impressive! A lot of the rides were insane though...they looked scarier then most of the rides I have seen. You'd think a Nickelodeon amusement park would be more low key than that. We met Dora and Sponge Bob &amp;amp; Patrick....so bummed I didn'thave my kids with me. We went to an all Sponge Bob store...I wanted to buy my kids everything! But I settled for some neat cups and personalized spongebob dog tag necklaces. I was excited to find&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn410r_pWDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/poLRERn_uHQ/s1600-h/08+07+09+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn410r_pWDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/poLRERn_uHQ/s200/08+07+09+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367786985151354930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one that said "joey"...they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn41USKNObI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jTSUwZTHxSU/s1600-h/08+07+09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn41USKNObI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jTSUwZTHxSU/s200/08+07+09+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367786428460513714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;usually say Joe or Joseph. Of course they didn't have Kendall...but they had Princess...so that worked...they loved them and are still wearing them and drinking from the cups. I also could have spent a fortune on Kendall in the Hello Kitty store and a fortune on Joey in the Lego store. The Lego store was incredible...cause it wasn't inside a normal store. It was out in the open and it was inside of a Lego structure, with Dinosaurs made out of Legos along one side. I wish Joey could have see&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn42upXhskI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iZjsB-CULbw/s1600-h/08+07+09+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn42upXhskI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iZjsB-CULbw/s200/08+07+09+105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367787980878623298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n it...I took lots of pictures for him and when he saw them he pretended to faint. The mall is 4 stories tall and is like &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn45XhL6bNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zq-LTOYHGFo/s1600-h/08+07+09+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn45XhL6bNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zq-LTOYHGFo/s200/08+07+09+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367790882080320722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a mile long. ...and yes we trekked the majority of the first 3 floors (the 4th floor is the sit down restaurants I guess). There was all sorts of speciality stores in there: Tap out (UFC), all socks, all swimsuits, all magnets, all flipflops, QVC, all personalized....lots of fun&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn46PNRh-zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lPxSYsub2OQ/s1600-h/08+07+09+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn46PNRh-zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lPxSYsub2OQ/s200/08+07+09+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367791838807849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn47G-QVOlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SwPK1H_oUa0/s1600-h/08+07+09+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn47G-QVOlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SwPK1H_oUa0/s200/08+07+09+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367792796848962130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn46oYaNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oSD_fwiOUhU/s1600-h/08+07+09+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn46oYaNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oSD_fwiOUhU/s200/08+07+09+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367792271293760338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stuff. By about 4/5 o'clock my feet hurt soooo bad. We found the sketchers store and I bought a pair of squishy flip flops...that did help...however, my feet have never hurt sooo bad before by the end of the night. We saw the NASCAR simulator place and I thought...hmmm, Vicki needs to do this..aka...I can sit and let my feet rest. Here's a big surprise...she drove car 24! We literally shopped until we dropped! The stores close around 9 and the last shuttle to our hotel was leaving at 9:50. So close to 9 Vicki finally let me eat and at a sit down restaurant. We had to chow down super fast as we were on the opposite side of the m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn48fZfJDfI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q1iNfRMjmGY/s1600-h/08+07+09+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn48fZfJDfI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q1iNfRMjmGY/s200/08+07+09+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367794315987324402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all as we needed to be for the shuttle. Oh BTW, when Amy left we walked her out and found lockers...we so needed them as our scrapbook stuff had to weigh like 20lbs. Thank GOD for those lockers. We got to our shuttle with time to spare. We trekked the LOOONG route to our hotel room (they put us on the opposite side from the front of the hotel). With the weight of our bags, the pain in my feet and legs, and the fatigue from the day; i thought I'd never make it to the room...then we were like..."which room are we in again?" I guessed right. W&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn480kD2VoI/AAAAAAAAALM/4mmPZWwSIbM/s1600-h/08+07+09+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn480kD2VoI/AAAAAAAAALM/4mmPZWwSIbM/s200/08+07+09+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367794679602894466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e were right about the inground pool, so we  decided to hit the hot tub to relax our sore bodies. We planted our feet next to the jets and tried to relax. It was after midnight by the time I got to bed. We had to be in the hotel lobby at 7:30 the next morning to catch our shuttle to the airport....TOO EARLY...my body (especially my feet and legs) hurt so bad and our bags were double heavy now too. Walking through the airport was torture! At least this time our flight left after we bored. I was too excited to drive 2+ hours back home once we landed in Sac. Well just writing about this trip has exhausted me. I'm looking forward to relaxing the rest of tonight and tomorrow before I go back to the chaos of work Monday morning...a week gone will equal LOTS of work to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-1910772856432066917?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/1910772856432066917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=1910772856432066917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/1910772856432066917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/1910772856432066917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/08/minnesooo-tah.html' title='Minnesooo tah!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sn4xuFz9EOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sg_AIl_HIJ8/s72-c/08+07+09+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2490742097679262907</id><published>2009-07-18T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:13:15.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just been so moved. Dancing is an amazing gift. When I dance; my heart pours out. It feels so wonderful to express myself through movement. I don't dance enough! I miss it terribly! Today, I watched this dance from the show, "So you think you can dance" I had to share it...so amazing... you can feel thier emotions. The dance is about long time friends who want each other, but it's not the right time. Please watch and be amazed: (the song is "If it kills me" by Jason Mraz..I'll post the lyrics after the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xf-XfHQY-HE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xf-XfHQY-HE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you moved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tell me you know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you figured me out&lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away&lt;br /&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment&lt;br /&gt;To see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I&lt;br /&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and&lt;br /&gt;We get along much better&lt;br /&gt;Than you and your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how long, can I go on like this,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;Before I rightly explode?&lt;br /&gt;This double life I lead isn't healthy for me&lt;br /&gt;In fact it makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's a lot that I miss&lt;br /&gt;In case I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be so bold&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man&lt;br /&gt;But I never said a word&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling inside that keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about dances I've seen that I have just loved...so I am added links to some more.&lt;br /&gt;She has just found out she is expecting&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGF78f4UOjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is a about a husband who keeps leaving on "business trips"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWoqeF331-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going off to war&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_zftfeD2cU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2490742097679262907?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-7614545142943879047</id><published>2009-07-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:11:12.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life seems so crazy right now but peaceful. How can that be? My family and I are going through so many changes...scary changes that I'm not that scared about. Besides the advenures of my gymnastic days of flipping off anything I could find, I'm not advernturous. I like safety, what I k now and total control. I don't like the feeling of roller coasters, I have no desire to bungee jump and I don't even like to drive fast. But I need an adventure...I need some excitement after such a dark past few years. I'm sad to leave some behind, but I'm not worried that they will be just fine without me. Plus it will give them a reason to go on a trip to visit (hint). I'm hoping that between now and then I learn the skill to talk less and listen more, to not be such an open book, and be more go with the flow. That's a tall order...but I'm gonna try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank those who have given me hope...sparked feeling back into me...rallied for me to get back to living. Thank you to all my online buddies...I love chatting with you...it's so freeing...and I feel tons of support that way...I hope to see you all and not just be cyber buddies...Some of you were my best friends at once (so many fun times)...how'd I'd love to relive those times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SlOdprKBAHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ighmRX68PXA/s1600-h/COMPUTER_NERD_INSIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355797721158582386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SlOdprKBAHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ighmRX68PXA/s320/COMPUTER_NERD_INSIDE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly I'm thankful for this darn computer...I love that I can google anything I have a question about, shop, chat, play, keep in touch, do business, bank...seriously an amazing invention. I always think of the scene from "Blast from the Past" when the guy says he'll check something on his computer and Brendon Frazier says, "you have a computer? in your house?" Imagine what they thought in the 50's...no wonder our elders don't understand us...I remember having to go to the library to research papers for school. Funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-7614545142943879047?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/7614545142943879047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=7614545142943879047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7614545142943879047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/7614545142943879047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SlOdprKBAHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ighmRX68PXA/s72-c/COMPUTER_NERD_INSIDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2717427025323231945</id><published>2009-07-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:14:15.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Survivor Series</title><content type='html'>Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, and complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of 'pretend' bills with not enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time--no emailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SlAabU6KunI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wPGIcJujJKM/s1600-h/nma.img-ci20051301-074-wm-vs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SlAabU6KunI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wPGIcJujJKM/s320/nma.img-ci20051301-074-wm-vs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354809013714991730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep fingernails polished and eyebrows groomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will need to read a book to the kids each night and in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name. Also the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink,&lt;br /&gt;favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids vote them off the island based on performance. The last man wins only if...he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years eventually earning the right to be called Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did not write this, but found it very funny! To my male readers, I'm sure this does not pertain to you of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2717427025323231945?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/2717427025323231945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=2717427025323231945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2717427025323231945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2717427025323231945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-survivor-series.html' title='The Next Survivor Series'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SlAabU6KunI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wPGIcJujJKM/s72-c/nma.img-ci20051301-074-wm-vs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2745646897539287143</id><published>2009-06-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:08:06.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years ago...</title><content type='html'>....dang...how am I even old enough to say that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember who I was talking to, but just the other day I was having the "high school dork" conversation with someone. My name is Lisa and I was a Dork in high school...okay, who are we kidding? I'm still a DORK!&lt;br /&gt;So this blog is for those who didn't know me in high school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 14, 4'8" maybe around 75lbs and it's my time to start high school. I'm about a size 10/12 in the kids section. Redding had't quite gotten around to carrying size 0's or 1's in the junior's section yet. So I'm stuck in the kids section. Jeans are super uncomfortable for some reason....so stretch pants are all I can wear. So I'm a kid's clothes, stretch pants wearing dork...lol! I still don't need a bra (sorry male readers). I'm a 14 year old in a 9 year old body. And for reasons, I have yet to understand, I felt a need to wear a matching bow clip in my hair with every outfit. I also had a need to match, match and then match some more. I just broke out in the cold sweats at the memory of these outfits! okay, to paint the picture for you I must describe the outfit I wore on my first day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;Cotton knit white shirt with navy blue polka dots (large ones). On top of the shoulders the shirt laced with navy blue ribbon (I know...and I haven't barely gotten started describing). The skirt was also knit. The first layer (yes, I said layer) was the same white with navy blue polka dots (remember...it has to match), the next layer....navy blue with white polka dots, and the third, white with blue polka dots again. Awww how cute!...but wait, there's more! There was white bicycle shorts (well that's what we called them back then) with white lace trim (this is so you didn't show any goodies to the boys). And just in case i still wasn't dorky enough I also wored navy blue lace tights....and.... a matching bow in my hair. I feel a tightness in my chest recalling this look. This wasn't an abnormal look for me either. The knit outfits were frequent...pattern on pattern....bow on head.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow my husband fell in love with that.&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I would post a picture...but these pictures have mysteriously disappeared....lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2745646897539287143?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/2745646897539287143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=2745646897539287143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2745646897539287143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2745646897539287143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-years-ago.html' title='20 years ago...'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-1032483339865643025</id><published>2009-06-26T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:52:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>I played this song 3 times on the way into work today. I wouln't normally use the term "Bitch" to describe myself, however, when this song comes on it feels like my theme song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm a little bit of everything&lt;br /&gt;All rolled into one&lt;br /&gt;Im a bitch, Im a lover, Im a child, Im a mother&lt;br /&gt;Im a sinner, Im a saint, I do not feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Im your hell, Im you dream, Im nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;.....So take me as I am....and dont try to save me.....&lt;br /&gt;when youre hurt, when you suffer&lt;br /&gt;Im your angel undercover&lt;br /&gt;Ive been numb, Im revived,Cant say Im not alive&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldnt want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it, then turn it up!!! &lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/music/Meredith+Brooks?l=0"&gt;http://www.jango.com/music/Meredith+Brooks?l=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace your Bitch today....LOL! BTW, Bitch just means standing up for yourself, knowing who you are and not taking crap....I believe men are described as strong and confident when doing the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-1032483339865643025?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/1032483339865643025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=1032483339865643025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/1032483339865643025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/1032483339865643025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-8569247387740183338</id><published>2009-06-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:53:27.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my stampers!!!</title><content type='html'>Here is a sneak peak at the new catty:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-rOdQqTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KKj2NI-jk4g/s1600-h/Teeny+Weeny+WIshes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-rOdQqTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KKj2NI-jk4g/s200/Teeny+Weeny+WIshes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350767482117335346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click to see full size image :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9NwQv_sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iHWjBCf_-fA/s1600-h/autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9NwQv_sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iHWjBCf_-fA/s200/autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350765876283965122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-jk4WbAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/P9H8M3vxn9o/s1600-h/tall+tales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-jk4WbAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/P9H8M3vxn9o/s200/tall+tales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350767350697585666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-cqXPu8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wozBoP3GE4Q/s1600-h/razzleberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-cqXPu8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wozBoP3GE4Q/s200/razzleberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350767231910263746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-MEulxrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hOPzrcTeHSs/s1600-h/movers+and+shapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-MEulxrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hOPzrcTeHSs/s200/movers+and+shapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766946929723058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9-o9fKmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/alpawApCrRs/s1600-h/look+here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9-o9fKmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/alpawApCrRs/s200/look+here.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766716137712226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-GkMBBsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gGpOIufeBxY/s1600-h/Lots+of+Bots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-GkMBBsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gGpOIufeBxY/s200/Lots+of+Bots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766852295427778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-RtkhM0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ApgRqjOWlcE/s1600-h/punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9Uc_8lEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6zl0LCwnciw/s200/circle+circus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350765991372297282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9BVmgmxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WIUlCggrRFw/s1600-h/animal+stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG9BVmgmxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WIUlCggrRFw/s200/animal+stories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350765662969043730" 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/2442990269415056489-8569247387740183338?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/8569247387740183338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=8569247387740183338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8569247387740183338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8569247387740183338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-stampers.html' title='For my stampers!!!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SkG-rOdQqTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KKj2NI-jk4g/s72-c/Teeny+Weeny+WIshes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5445932399548853092</id><published>2009-06-23T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:54:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Today a new chapter starts. The last 3 years have brought many changes to my family's lives. We have been in the unknown for a long time. We have struggled physically and emotionally and had many ups and downs. Today was the day. The day that something had to change. A new adventure. Some ideas have been thrown out there, one that has me excited, but only God knows. Whatever direction we're taken in will take us out of our comfort zone. It will require faith in God, strength and perseverance. God has been amazing to me...enveloped me with his compassion...made me realize that putting my life in his hands makes this life worth it. My life could have gone another way, a path that I would wish I never took. But after a life of struggling to give up control...I finally did. I found that letting Go and letting God is an amazing gift. I've unfortunately lost a lot of loved ones on this journey, a causality that I do not take lightly, for reasons I may never know. But I know God has something glorious waiting for me. He will reward my genuine heart, my desire to serve others and my passion to live a life worthy to be known as one of his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will lead me to a place where I can feel accepted and loved. A place that will bind my family in your strength. I pray that someday I will understand the trials I have been through and the reasons that I was not wanted by this place. I pray that you will give peace to those I love, who hurt so much. I pray you give them wisdom through their struggles and a bright light to lead them in your direction. You're an Amazing God and all who feel your presence are blessed. To you I am thankful and to you I praise. May I honor your name in my faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=86&amp;amp;verse=15&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 86:15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God,  slow to anger, abounding in love and &lt;b&gt;faithfulness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=86&amp;amp;verse=14&amp;amp;end_verse=16&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-5445932399548853092?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5445932399548853092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5445932399548853092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5445932399548853092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5445932399548853092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-6849299106175544760</id><published>2009-06-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:52:14.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Scrapbooking!</title><content type='html'>This Saturday I had the privilege to go to an all day crop (15 hours). In my world that is equal to heaven :)  The crop theme was Fourth of July. They gave us a kit with papers, stickers and die cuts. They had a contest for the best layout made from the contents of the kit. At 5 o'clock we entered our pages (anonymously).  They set them out on a table and numbered them. Then all the attendees voted for their favorite (about 10 entries and 30 voters). Usually when I see all the layouts, I hav&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj72nilBIYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uoEv5A941_M/s1600-h/06+21+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj72nilBIYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uoEv5A941_M/s200/06+21+09+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349984566520127874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a pretty good idea if I have a chance at winning. There were so many good layouts that I honestly did not think I'd win. Later that evening they announced the winner...and it was me! Yoo Hoo! I won a $25 gift card to Starbucks. Now I won't have to feel guilty for the next 5 coffees. Wow, I just realized how sad that is that I can only get like 5 or 6 coffees with $25....what a rip! The layout is to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was so fun. I sat in between two duos of scrappers. On one side was best friends with kids Joey's age....they were funny and spunky. I really enjoyed talking with them. On the other side was a girl younger than me with her mother in law. They were also &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj74P-ZeETI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g43_n468PZU/s1600-h/06+21+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj74P-ZeETI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g43_n468PZU/s200/06+21+09+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349986360694280498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very nice. I like getting to know new people. I had a pretty productive day and I felt very creative! Here are the other layouts I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj73jySM1gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_SsiePkBNA/s1600-h/06+21+09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj73jySM1gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_SsiePkBNA/s200/06+21+09+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349985601528321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj7369McB-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/h5MVf3uZDWQ/s1600-h/06+21+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj7369McB-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/h5MVf3uZDWQ/s200/06+21+09+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349985999593932770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*The first two layouts are of our first camping trip in our travel trailer last summer. The 3rd layout is Kendall riding her bike in her ballerina tu-tu....that is sooo Kendall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back I got a one-page kit. I always do 2 page layouts so I did the other half yesterday too. Now it just needs pictures. I really like how it turned out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj748kNJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/N2Q74GSisyc/s1600-h/06+21+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj748kNJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/N2Q74GSisyc/s200/06+21+09+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349987126757420514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top off the evening.....I pulled out onto Cypress at a little past midnight. I think I was the only car on the road. I rounded the corner onto S. Market...I swerved a little...and then noticed the cop behind me. I knew he'd pull me over and ask me if I had been drinking...lol....and he did. I am sure he was disappointed when I told him I had just been crafting for 15 hours and I was just tired. Thankfully he sent me on my way with no ticket. Ironically, earlier in the day the girls and I were swapping "Pulled Over" stories....My never being pulled over by the cops (just by a park ranger once), is now something I can't say. Too Funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-6849299106175544760?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/6849299106175544760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=6849299106175544760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6849299106175544760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/6849299106175544760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-bless-scrapbooking.html' title='God Bless Scrapbooking!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sj72nilBIYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uoEv5A941_M/s72-c/06+21+09+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2818326096602841075</id><published>2009-06-09T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:45:31.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ransom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9ISNI-OBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FbWHmIlmu3o/s1600-h/ransom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9ISNI-OBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FbWHmIlmu3o/s320/ransom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345570760314206226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have this big fear that people won't read my blog, won't come to my funeral and now won't pay my ransom if I get kidnapped. I'm watching the season premier of "Weeds" (who doesn't love a pot dealing mom?). One of the characters is held hostage and they show the guy calling everyone she knows demanding they pay her ransom or he kills her. Everyone who answers makes some smart ass comment and hangs up... no one would pay it and no one seemed to care that she was going to die. Please tell me that someone would pay my ransom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2818326096602841075?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/2818326096602841075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=2818326096602841075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2818326096602841075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2818326096602841075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/ransom.html' title='Ransom'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9ISNI-OBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FbWHmIlmu3o/s72-c/ransom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-8309578730741469485</id><published>2009-06-08T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:29:34.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash the Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9EWRbLVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qZlA2lwglOU/s1600-h/3611117637_b98f7fe428_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9EWRbLVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qZlA2lwglOU/s320/3611117637_b98f7fe428_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566432137270338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I wanted to practice my photography skillz, so my friend Natalie and I went near the downtown mall and shot photos in an alley. When we were almost d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2jIBC0xJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bVeWxjh7xFk/s1600-h/01+24+09+191+2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2jIBC0xJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bVeWxjh7xFk/s320/01+24+09+191+2+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345107690873210002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one a girl comes walking by in a hooker like racing outfit. We asked her where she was coming from and she said a photo shoot underneath "Need to Speed". She said they had all these hot cars and that there was a photography workshop going on. So Natalie and I high tail it down to the underground parking lot to find the scene that the girl had just described. We asked if they minded if I shot Natalie with the cars. They were just finishing up and they didn't mind...in fact they all flocked to Natalie (she's 6', hot and had crazy makeup on). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2lvPT67EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JBS2Mik_rag/s1600-h/01+24+09+061+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2lvPT67EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JBS2Mik_rag/s320/01+24+09+061+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345110563741166658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2jyK5KwDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0dcr04alhQo/s1600-h/01+24+09+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2jyK5KwDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0dcr04alhQo/s320/01+24+09+253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345108415071567922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We probably spent an hour there...it was so fun! I found out that this guy Mark Behrens holds these workshops to help photographers &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2mKaAgAjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ihBBWLHOmF0/s1600-h/01+24+09+157+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2mKaAgAjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ihBBWLHOmF0/s320/01+24+09+157+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345111030468969010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;learn more. I was so excited to have stumbled upon this. I couldn't wait to take one of his workshops (which I have yet to do). So this last weekend he was having a "Trash the Dress" workshop at Brandy Creek. What this means is a female wears her wedding dress in the water. Sounds lame, but is really beautiful. My friend had done one of these shoots before as the model. The pictures were so neat and I wanted it to do it too. I unfortunately can't fit into my dress at present time, n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2kkDKvOZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X-x_rxalffM/s1600-h/3606346796_cd9d03149b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2kkDKvOZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X-x_rxalffM/s320/3606346796_cd9d03149b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109271991237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or would I want to ruin it. Mark has some wedding dresses for the models. But I figured I'd see if I could borrow my friends' dress and she was very nice to lend it to me. Modeling is a lot harder than it looks. I hurt all over! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2lAytZG8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/t7JcMlIr-ks/s1600-h/3606345386_0f02b75b0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2lAytZG8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/t7JcMlIr-ks/s320/3606345386_0f02b75b0f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109765789391810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squatting, tilting my head, arching my back and holding it....did I mention I was in the freezing cold water at Brandy Creek?So anyway...here are a few pics....I'll post more when the photographers post them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2kxXmCqRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3Ct6-XCOG7U/s1600-h/3605528119_ea341c9626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si2kxXmCqRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3Ct6-XCOG7U/s320/3605528119_ea341c9626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109500812765458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9EjOzUmWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UCBT54P_Sz0/s1600-h/3612991038_8f5bf5eae9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9EjOzUmWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UCBT54P_Sz0/s320/3612991038_8f5bf5eae9_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566654771534178" 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/2442990269415056489-8309578730741469485?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/8309578730741469485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=8309578730741469485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8309578730741469485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/8309578730741469485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/trash-dress.html' title='Trash the Dress'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Si9EWRbLVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qZlA2lwglOU/s72-c/3611117637_b98f7fe428_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-138104508283114261</id><published>2009-06-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:04:14.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleansing!</title><content type='html'>This week I am cleaning it all out! I'm going room by room and purging. I keep things thinking I might need it later. I'm really going to get rid of stuff this time. I can't stand the clutter...the house is always a mess. I also need the moolah for the truck and trailer registration, Kendall's summer day camp and my emergency room bills. So this Saturday I'm going to have a yard sale. I will kill two birds with one stone: decluttering the house and making some money!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SidVYJgYhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y-uI7xCvCrc/s1600-h/Yard+Sale01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SidVYJgYhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y-uI7xCvCrc/s320/Yard+Sale01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333356255348050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and the kids have gone to the coast until Sunday...so I hope they aren't too upset when they get home and see a bunch of stuff missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on over Saturday from 8-2 and I'll make you a deal....hee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-138104508283114261?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/138104508283114261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=138104508283114261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/138104508283114261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/138104508283114261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing!'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SidVYJgYhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y-uI7xCvCrc/s72-c/Yard+Sale01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-2662425352504529884</id><published>2009-05-29T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:26:33.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize no one is reading this.....oh well! I was just thinking of a funny story. I was a very prudish teenager.....didn't drink, didn't do "things", didn't skip school....pretty much a prude! So senior year...new year's eve....spending the night at the best buds house....we decide it's trick night. We invited our guy friends over (two who happened to be the "pastor" kids). We got my friend's mom to buy us non-alcohol wine. We then put this wine in a real wine bottle. Then us girls (3 us&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SiDRhgGrR8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Tio2Ihi3w04/s1600-h/DrunkJoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SiDRhgGrR8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Tio2Ihi3w04/s320/DrunkJoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341499531545233346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of us) practice a game that we would play later. Then the boys arrived. We talked them into playing this game. We played some game and if someone lost they had to take a drink of "wine". Well us girls were good of course and one of the guys kept losing. He started to get "drunk"....man what the mind will tell you. Then another guy came over and I can't quite remember the next events. All I remember is that one of the guys was "drunk" and there was a whole fiasco. We told them it wasn't real wine. They got totally mad at us and I'm not even sure they believed us....but to this day it totally cracks me up. I hear about all these teens that were really drinking and just a few weeks before my 18th birthday I was playing tricks on a pastor's kid. I only hope my daughter will be as naive and goody, goody I was. So I guess I should apologize to those certain someones....but c'mon...that was hella funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-2662425352504529884?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/2662425352504529884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=2662425352504529884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2662425352504529884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/2662425352504529884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-realize-no-one-is-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SiDRhgGrR8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Tio2Ihi3w04/s72-c/DrunkJoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-410767207807982245</id><published>2009-05-29T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:38:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SiA48E9kf2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aFwDZ-8YgRg/s1600-h/11025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331762836701026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SiA48E9kf2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aFwDZ-8YgRg/s320/11025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son lost his first tooth a few months ago (thought it would never happen). His top front tooth has been so loose forever now. I get so grossed out by loose teeth and so does Ryan. We both say the other one has to be the tooth puller. My dad was the tooth puller growing up. Joey goes to his house twice a week, so I say to him to have Grandpa pull it. So anyway, last night Joey is telling me his bottom tooth is loose too. Ryan says he'll bite the bullet and help him pull his tooth. I thought they were talking about the top one that has been dangling forever (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;!). Joey comes out with his tiny little tooth (from the bottom). I'm like what about the top one? He wouldn't go for 2 teeth in one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later that night I'm in bed about to visit dream land when I realize that the tooth fairy hasn't visited. Crap! I get up and start searching for money. I found Ryan's wallet and it had exactly $2 in it (which is what Joey got for the first tooth). Which by the way, I took a poll to see what the going rate is for teeth these days is and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consensus&lt;/span&gt; is $5. Nuts! But Joey told me that he thought he'd get $2 and so that's what I did. Anyway, Joey sleeps in a loft bed and with his cat. So when I went in there...oops, I mean when the tooth fairy went in his room, the cat meowed and made Joey stir. I waited a minute and then slowly climbed up the ladder. I could not find the tooth box....shoot, what do I do? I climbed back down and stuck my hand up through the side railing and felt around. The cat took this as an opportunity to play and began to attack my hand. My hand finally stumbled upon it and the tooth fairy had a successful visit. I believe she will be visiting again very soon. How will my son eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-410767207807982245?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/410767207807982245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=410767207807982245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/410767207807982245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/410767207807982245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SiA48E9kf2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aFwDZ-8YgRg/s72-c/11025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5064640214581719718</id><published>2009-05-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:13:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a fun Memorial Day weekend! I went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; retreat from Friday-Sunday. This is the first time that I have gone without friends or family. I knew I would know people that would be there from when I worked at the Scrapbook store. I pretty much make friends with anyone and if we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; and kids in common then there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; no problem in finding topics to talk about. So we sit in groups of four and I was the first one to get there out of the group I was sitting with. A little bit after I arrived two of the ladies from my table arrived and sat across from me. I heard them mention their "boys" and figured they must have kids. I asked them about them and one had a 7 &amp;amp; a 10 year old boy and the other had a 4 &amp;amp; 8 year old boy. Perfect since I have a 7 year old boy. They asked what school Joey went to and I said Sycamore. The lady says, "I'm a teacher at Sycamore. I teach 1st grade". She is new this year which is why I don't know her. I told her she probably knows my son because everyone knows my son. He is very social with the adults at school. I showed her a picture and said his name and she said, "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I know Joey. He's in Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rognier's&lt;/span&gt; class". I told her that was right and then she said that Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rognier&lt;/span&gt; was the other lady that was coming and would be sitting next to me. What a small world! I really like her and had a great time with her and the other two ladies. We had lots in common with our boys. So I had a good weekend. Got some layouts done and there was a teacher there who had a bunch of projects for us to make too. At the end of the retreat they do a contest for the best layout. I never win cause I always go with these two girls who always win. This time I didn't have to compete against them and won first! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Here's my layout:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340613519974914130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sh2rs1zA2FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y1GkwJ1UqnI/s400/IMG_5608.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/2442990269415056489-5064640214581719718?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5064640214581719718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5064640214581719718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5064640214581719718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5064640214581719718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-all-i-hope-you-had-fun-memorial-day.html' title=''/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/Sh2rs1zA2FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y1GkwJ1UqnI/s72-c/IMG_5608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-3517638466037960273</id><published>2009-05-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:22:13.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What color are my eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT94DemUSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KwgJNnKVuUY/s1600-h/my+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT94DemUSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KwgJNnKVuUY/s320/my+eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338170597789028642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this discussion with many people and I thought the consensus was that they were green and not hazel. Now this is being disputed and to be honest I don't know cause I don't look at my own eyes. They hid behind thick glasses for most of my life, so I didn't pay much attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;So you tell me... here's wikipedia's description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; eyes often tend to appear to change between the shades of blue, green and gray; this is because gray eyes are extremely light, as mentioned before. The color change for gray eyes is usually influenced by the lighting and the colors in the surroundings (such as clothes, makeup, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT-rrvYkII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1eiooWu0x8w/s1600-h/Grayeye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT-rrvYkII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1eiooWu0x8w/s200/Grayeye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338171484770177154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT_MswJRLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yQc3oVRjsBg/s1600-h/Greeneyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT_MswJRLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yQc3oVRjsBg/s200/Greeneyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338172051977487538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel eyes often appear to shift in color from a light brown to a medium golden-dark green.&lt;br /&gt;Definitions of the eye color "hazel" vary: it is sometimes considered to be synonymous with light-brown and gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT_uiaEpsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q4mQRF72w-U/s1600-h/800px-Eye_big.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT_uiaEpsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q4mQRF72w-U/s200/800px-Eye_big.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338172633316107970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one more point that was made for hazel eyes is: In North America, "hazel" is often used to describe eyes that appear to change color.&lt;br /&gt;Which in this case it would mean that I have hazel eyes But based on the photos the gray eye looks the closest to mine. Plus it says that the eye reflects color based on surroundings and if I wear blue they are bluer, green then greener and a lot of times they are a grayish color.I've never heard someone say, "My eye color is gray" that sounds weird. But then again, I am weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? This is serious business folks...I don't want to be lying on my driver's license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Lisa/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-3517638466037960273?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/3517638466037960273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=3517638466037960273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3517638466037960273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3517638466037960273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-color-are-my-eyes.html' title='What color are my eyes?'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShT94DemUSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KwgJNnKVuUY/s72-c/my+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-4296983216321884870</id><published>2009-05-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:46:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Amy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRcxnTvowI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gZAF24t4_OM/s1600-h/4191_82462009038_566914038_1916905_498077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337993465776022274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRcxnTvowI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gZAF24t4_OM/s320/4191_82462009038_566914038_1916905_498077_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRckL6ppII/AAAAAAAAADo/BKYMI6ergFs/s1600-h/4191_82461994038_566914038_1916903_1477976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337993235084715138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRckL6ppII/AAAAAAAAADo/BKYMI6ergFs/s320/4191_82461994038_566914038_1916903_1477976_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRdRABGuWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_7U7FqYweu8/s1600-h/4191_82462004038_566914038_1916904_4682146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337994004984674658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRdRABGuWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_7U7FqYweu8/s320/4191_82462004038_566914038_1916904_4682146_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; click on image to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'd love comments on any of my posts. It'll make me feel special and you want me to feel special don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-4296983216321884870?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/4296983216321884870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=4296983216321884870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/4296983216321884870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/4296983216321884870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-for-you-amy.html' title='This is for you Amy :)'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/ShRcxnTvowI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gZAF24t4_OM/s72-c/4191_82462009038_566914038_1916905_498077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-5225504141920011424</id><published>2009-05-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:29:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog - Numero Dos</title><content type='html'>So the last couple of days my irritation level has just been going up and up and compounding. Usually if something irritates me, I'll fuss about for a bit and then move on. Like when drivers cut me off, steal my parking spot (Jerk at Rite Aid), get an unexpected bill in the mail, etc. But usually those annoyances are just here and there and I have time to recover in between them. This week is feels like they are bombarding me. In fact, I just got interrupted writing this blog to fight with my husband. I seriously have no more patience for all this. I go all day being irritated and then come home to my kids throwing tantrums because they can't do things they want, or don't want to do the things they are supposed to or eat the dinner I make. By bedtime I'm so tense it's no wonder I only average a few hours of sleep each night. Ugh! Calgon take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of lack of sleep, I went to one of my doctors on Monday, to talk about my insomnia and fat ass. Wait, let me back track a moment here. Last June I read "Skinny Bitch" thinking that it'd be a funny diet book. I was trying to lose the last 10lbs of baby weight that I just couldn't seem to lose. Well that book will pretty much make anyone become a Vegan...including me. The day I read the meat section, I decided to never eat meat again, and I haven't since. The dairy thing is iffy with me. I do agree on all the reason not to eat any animal byproducts, but with my lifestyle it's just so hard to cut all dairy (especially since I hate soy, rice and almond milk). So anyway, I also made the commitment to buy whole and organic foods whenever possible. I read every label and I feel like I'm eating super healthy. So over the next 5 months I lost 15lbs...woohoo! I felt amazing! I could fit into my clothes again, people kept telling me how great I looked. I even maintained my weight through Christmas. Right around New Year's Ryan and I were really having troubles and I totally lost my appetite. The thought of eating made me want to gag. And that's when the weight gain began. How flippin' fair is that? I've gained the 15lbs back and I still can barely eat. When I do eat, I eat my healthy crap for the most part. So now back to seeing the Dr. He was saying that my body is starving and holding on to what little it gets. I don't get this because anorexics don't get fatter. So now not only does life suck right now, but I'm fat! The doctor told me that I need to speak to a dietitian and get a better diet. I told him the foods I do it and he told me I'm eating 90% crap. What? How is that? I think I'd be better off eating fast food 5 times a day then eating healthy twice a day. He said I need to exercise...duh? So I'm super tired because I don't sleep, I have no energy because I don't eat and now I'm supposed to start exercising....yah, I see that happening. Not to mention it's getting freakin' hot so any free exercise I can get like bike riding and walking would be really torturous. Wow, can I whine or what? Just venting...okay and complaining very loudly...lol! ok, i better go before this gets so long you stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-5225504141920011424?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/5225504141920011424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=5225504141920011424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5225504141920011424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/5225504141920011424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-numero-dos.html' title='Blog - Numero Dos'/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442990269415056489.post-3477977094306720414</id><published>2009-05-18T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:24:42.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been almost exactly 2 years since I blogged...nuts! I have been wanting to blog again for a while. I have this fear that no one will read it. I feel like I have a lot to say and share. I'm also getting into digital scrapbooking and I really want to become a designer and if I do that then I will definitely need a blog. So for now, I'd love to share my humorous life...and by humorous I mean all the accidents I seem to find myself in....like headboards falling on my head, or me trying to crawl into bed and totally missing and banging up my leg pretty good. I seemed to have really good luck and really bad luck....I don't seem to just ever be average. But I never wanted to be average anyway, so I guess I asked for it. Being super small as a child I was forced to be different and so I decided to roll with it. Since I had to shop in the kids section (and back then the kids clothes were very kiddish), I had to come up with sort of a wild style to make it look like I wanted to wear the clothes I had. Surprisingly I did not get made fun of....or at least not to my face. To get an idea of how small I was....I was 4'8" and about 70lbs when I started high school. I remember thinking that if I ever weighed over 100lbs I'd be a cow. Now I can't even fathom being that weight....I wouldn't even want to weigh that little. It's funny how perspective changes the older I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, I get on random tangents. Maybe another thing that makes me not so average...or maybe I'm more alike to you than I think. Well we'll see how well I keep this up. I'm on the computer way more than I should be, so I don't have an excuse not to blog daily. I pretty much refuse to talk on the phone anymore and so cyber space has been my main form of communication. I've actually made it so I can only get calls from my family. So if you try to call me at home and you get a message saying I won't accept your call....then call me on my cell or email me (I literally check my email all day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442990269415056489-3477977094306720414?l=scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/feeds/3477977094306720414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2442990269415056489&amp;postID=3477977094306720414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3477977094306720414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442990269415056489/posts/default/3477977094306720414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrappinwestcoast.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-its-been-almost-exactly-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>West Coast Scrapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752772985351754041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DGWGzg1K8M/SjCrOEvXXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsAfZ1mXBAM/S220/3606129660_ff801d8cb2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
