<?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-4265293958454953785</id><updated>2011-09-22T11:45:38.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Gallagher Girls</title><subtitle type='html'>3 Gallagher Girls</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4370424026638832792</id><published>2011-02-28T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:34:22.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Josie did today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a very big day for Josie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had two experiences that may change her outlook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was given the privilege of performing at Carnegie Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She called me shortly after full of excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had never had as much fun singing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found that hard to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing that is singing is one of her great passions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so happy that she appreciates this ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other experience that she had today was not as happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but was even more educational for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went to ground zero today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She saw the memorial wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She watched footage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she was to young to see when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was very &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She remembers listening to the radio, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing that something was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not knowing what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since then she has been taught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now she knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She understands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my daughter had two very different experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am a very proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4370424026638832792?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4370424026638832792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-that-josie-did-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4370424026638832792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4370424026638832792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-that-josie-did-today.html' title='Things that Josie did today...'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-3590213681524461211</id><published>2011-02-27T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:41:17.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2-1 Take Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this past Thursday Josie got up at 3 am to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shower &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and load up the van with her luggage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZhG_I3EfaI/TWoJqT7_OkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m6KtkdUXV4E/s1600/110_7067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578281710962817602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZhG_I3EfaI/TWoJqT7_OkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m6KtkdUXV4E/s320/110_7067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So she may go to New York with her choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty Cool hu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will be gone for 6 days and we are only half way done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I miss her like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I normally go on all of her performance trips, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this was out of the budget for me to go also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't wait for her to get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she get back I get to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See her performance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the cool pic she took,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the "city" things she couldn't live with out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hug kiss and just smother her with love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But most important....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get my e reader back!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(j/k  kinda I was in the middle of a book when she left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; In all seriousness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do miss her and wish her home safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Tuesday hurry up and get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But until then I have a baking "date" with Brianna tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are experimenting with altering her favorite recipes to make them gluten free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish us luck, for we might need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-3590213681524461211?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3590213681524461211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-2-1-take-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3590213681524461211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3590213681524461211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-2-1-take-off.html' title='3-2-1 Take Off'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZhG_I3EfaI/TWoJqT7_OkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m6KtkdUXV4E/s72-c/110_7067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4634111130306673002</id><published>2011-02-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:48:13.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love denim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also have a favorite pair of jeans. Although they are not fit for public viewing. I kept trying to throw them away but never could bring myself to do it. Then a few weeks ago I bought the cutest hair clip from The Pleated Poppy. I just fell in love with it. I really got it for the kids, because I am not comfortable mixing color and patterns, I wish I could but I don't. Now once I got the cutest clip in my hands I wanted one. But I needed it to be very plain and match everything I own. I got really inspired, and the pair of jeans that I love but couldn't throw away became a pair of cleaning shorts and some really cute hair flowers. I love these. I have been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFL2Hv_rKEY/TWgqJQpp3-I/AAAAAAAAALs/SgrDc2gDQPQ/s1600/110_7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577754477075226594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFL2Hv_rKEY/TWgqJQpp3-I/AAAAAAAAALs/SgrDc2gDQPQ/s320/110_7053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; making them for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are not perfect they have glue visible, off centered, but I am loving them anyway. My short legs have provided me with many hours of entertainment. They are a dark wash and sometimes I use one side and the other in the same flower, or I use a silk flower or lace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know kinda silly. I just don't mix very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it is on a quilt I can, but not so well with my own clothing. I really hope Lindsy doesn't mind my coping her, it really is as a form of flattery.&lt;br /&gt;So where have you been getting your inspiration from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4634111130306673002?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4634111130306673002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-denim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4634111130306673002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4634111130306673002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-denim.html' title='I Love denim!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFL2Hv_rKEY/TWgqJQpp3-I/AAAAAAAAALs/SgrDc2gDQPQ/s72-c/110_7053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-556450266340442826</id><published>2011-02-21T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:31:52.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQaft7_Z-Eg/TWNddKls48I/AAAAAAAAALk/g4V1FqcHEWk/s1600/110_7065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576403519254881218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQaft7_Z-Eg/TWNddKls48I/AAAAAAAAALk/g4V1FqcHEWk/s320/110_7065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend Brianna showed her pig at Western Bonanza.  It is where the local College puts on a show at the fair grounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids have been participating in this show for the past 9 years.  Almost every year it is cold and stormy.  This year was no exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really love that it is all ran by students, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but they do over look a few details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year was no different.  The lane that my daughter was located on had a minor error in construction....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They forgot to put a gate in, so no one could get in or out.  Brianna being the sassy child that she is decided to let them know and where said gate was and to fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they did go install a gate and she still was not happy.  They had installed an animal gate, so there is a bar straight across the fence, about 4 feet tall.  This was not acceptable for her, she wanted a human gate.  That gate has the swing gate and then the bars that steady it go up to 6 feet tall.  This way people can enter and exit with out having to crawl.  Now they did not understand why this is important.  But she was instant and they did manage to change it for her but it was too late.  This made her very unhappy,  for her little cousin came to see her and with him in his wheel chair he could not fit though the gate.  That  prevented him from being able to go see the pig.  Other than that mistake it went very well.  The kids great grandparents, grandparents, Aunt, Uncle and cousins all braved the weather to watch.  It was a pretty nice day if you ignore the water falling.  Oh and it wasn't always falling equally.  At one point we looked out the barn and saw no rain, then we looked out the other side and it was pouring.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess what end we used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-556450266340442826?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/556450266340442826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/western-bonanza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/556450266340442826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/556450266340442826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/western-bonanza.html' title='Western Bonanza'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQaft7_Z-Eg/TWNddKls48I/AAAAAAAAALk/g4V1FqcHEWk/s72-c/110_7065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4526820750125136867</id><published>2011-02-11T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:20:11.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday dear GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sOHtJd9EX0/TVXeKTkY1KI/AAAAAAAAALc/sgVAsjCEwlY/s1600/110_7047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572604382573810850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sOHtJd9EX0/TVXeKTkY1KI/AAAAAAAAALc/sgVAsjCEwlY/s320/110_7047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAV5AXeLQQo/TVXeKG-y2fI/AAAAAAAAALU/2LWKgW21dg4/s1600/110_7045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572604379194907122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAV5AXeLQQo/TVXeKG-y2fI/AAAAAAAAALU/2LWKgW21dg4/s320/110_7045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjanTfuKRgg/TVXeJlOFsnI/AAAAAAAAALM/GBYgz_aM2PA/s1600/110_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572604370132251250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjanTfuKRgg/TVXeJlOFsnI/AAAAAAAAALM/GBYgz_aM2PA/s320/110_7050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I better back up and do some "real" sharing. I have a large and close family, and my cousin lives on the same piece of property that we do. That makes for lots of time watching each others kids grow. Being around at a drop of a hat if you need anything. The best of neighbors. A few years back my cousin and his wife divorced, it was not nice. All visitation stopped immanently. It has been so pain full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw those little girls almost daily. Watched them constantly. I had a play room for them. complete setup for little people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My kids are 10 years older so not the same development level as they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew is 9 days younger so I referred to Dom and GG as the twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made their 1st birthday cakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get the idea, they were (are) two of "my" kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The divorce happened. All contact stopped. Nothing. It broke my families heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a blessing happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Aunt (their Grandmother) was granted a 3 hour visitation each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was given by the courts so it can't be taken away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first one is this Sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not aloud to be there, it was only for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(To make it less traumatic for them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't care, She get to see them. And 3 days after the older ones Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I asked if I could bake a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decided that a whole cake for 3 was over kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I lovingly made cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I poured all the love that I could into them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are not perfect,  but every detail was made with love and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will know how much their Aunt MeMe loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I went shopping for inspiration and came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherry chocolate cake with a cherry chocolate mouse filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whipped cream cherry frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and white chocolate cherry rose on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom thought she had lost the kitchen to cupcake wars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think the mess was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4265293958454953785-4526820750125136867?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4526820750125136867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-dear-gg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4526820750125136867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4526820750125136867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-dear-gg.html' title='Happy Birthday dear GG'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sOHtJd9EX0/TVXeKTkY1KI/AAAAAAAAALc/sgVAsjCEwlY/s72-c/110_7047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-8893014300670531361</id><published>2011-02-02T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:45:50.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Troubles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TUoduAVnc0I/AAAAAAAAALA/SQCpNlm62RI/s1600/109_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569296565398893378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TUoduAVnc0I/AAAAAAAAALA/SQCpNlm62RI/s400/109_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this "little girl" has been having tummy troubles for a while now. She has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of getting sick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and then some more. For as long as I remember she has gotten sick easily. if she was too anything she would get "sick" I just thought it was her being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a cry for attention. Well 2 years of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a few Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appoints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some test that show that the food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go to the tummy, but comes right back up we are going to see a G.I. Now the ironic thing is last week I got fed up and put her on a liquid diet and started to introduce proteins, fruits and veggies. She has not vomited any in the past week. We also started a new stronger anti acid. So something is helping. Good, but now I get to guess which. The Dr. is a sweet man but never thought of a food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intolerant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; issue. So we now have her not sick all the time, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that has been done to her esophagus is getting a chance to heal, but why. And how much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was done because I tried not to give her attention for this issue thinking it would go away. oh well, I did what I thought was best, got her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and now am looking at physical reasons why. I wish I could just get answers. I do feel some guilt, but that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help anything, so I am moving past that. If you are a praying person, please pray for solutions so I can teach this child how to take care of her body to be a healthy adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-8893014300670531361?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8893014300670531361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/tummy-troubles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8893014300670531361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8893014300670531361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/tummy-troubles.html' title='Tummy Troubles...'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TUoduAVnc0I/AAAAAAAAALA/SQCpNlm62RI/s72-c/109_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-3436516039473314520</id><published>2010-12-25T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:27:08.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TRbd7M4AZpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rTXmcynbcA4/s1600/IMG_3537_copy%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554871199546238610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TRbd7M4AZpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rTXmcynbcA4/s320/IMG_3537_copy%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my family had the best Christmas ever. I feel that my kids had truly felt the meaning of Christmas, and we were rewarded for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Christmas eve (which is when I celebrate Christmas with the kids) I normally cook all day and then have all my family over for dinner. We listen to Christmas music all day and after dinner we open presents. This year was very similar in the schedule, which helped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; for my child who has a thing for continuity. We has a big difference in the location, we held dinner at our church. It was so wonderful to spent the day at church, we were given the privilege of cooking for any one who wanted to join us, and then taking dinners to the local "camp" for the homeless. This was the best part. My children were able to join a few to take meals to the homeless in our little community. This was a great learning experience for them. They were able to reach out and help some who needed the help. So cool! We stayed for the candle light service, then visited for quite awhile with our family. I saw some "family" who I hadn't seen in years. the girls were even enjoying it, not whining that they wanted to go home and open presents, that wasn't their focus. I felt that we had truly taught them the real meaning of Christmas. We were on our way home and Josie shared how much fun she had and she was happy we wanted to do this next year. That really surprised me, for she is the more judgemental of the two and she was very resistant of the two. This made me proud. We got home a bit before my dad so the girls started to clean up the wrapping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;debris&lt;/span&gt; with out asking and rearranged the furniture to better able accommodate our growing family. The opening of presents went off with out a hitch. It was so sweet to see the thoughtful gifts that both girls had picked out for each other and family members. They have really learned that when shopping for someone else think of what they would want and not what they want the other person to have. This seems to be a trait that many of my family might not have mastered, but I feel that they really have. This too made me get a bit teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning comes and the girls slept in and then they brought me their stockings so they could open them up with out me having to get up. I thought that was nice of them. We headed off to their other grandparents and that was a pure delight too. No snapping, put downs yelling or other traditional bad endings. It really was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent many Christmases in tears, and I never cried for hurting only tears of joy. I feel that we were truly blessed this season because we blessed others. So my question is this what have you done to bless others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-3436516039473314520?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3436516039473314520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-christmas-angles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3436516039473314520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3436516039473314520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-christmas-angles.html' title='Our Christmas Angles'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TRbd7M4AZpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rTXmcynbcA4/s72-c/IMG_3537_copy%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-2672615724241781515</id><published>2010-12-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:19:27.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>After closing our boutique, I did a complete change of careers and started to do in home health care.  I have started caring for a couple in their late 80's.  I loved it!  He was just pure sunshine and she was very grouchy.  Some days she would keep telling me to go home she didn't need me, but when she asked me to help, or we would do something together it was just heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my last shift working with them.  Their health has deteriorated and they now need 24 hour nursing care, so they are moving into an assisted living facility.  This is sad for me because I will miss them terribly.  I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comforted&lt;/span&gt; that they will be getting the care they need, because in the last month that I had been with them I had started feeling inadequate to provide some of their care.  So this is a bittersweet ending.  l will miss working with them, but I know they will be getting the care they need.  That made loosing them as a client a bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-2672615724241781515?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2672615724241781515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2672615724241781515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2672615724241781515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-5453604841531291312</id><published>2010-12-06T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:16:04.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I processed 10 pumpkins into puree, and roasted seeds. Today I found a Sim card laying tossed on my desk. I put it into my computer to see what it was. It was a full card with many adventures on it, one of it being when I took my niece and nephew to the pumpkin patch to get the pumpkins from yesterday. It was a fun afternoon. Check it out for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vpC88SOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Gu03EtrCmf8/s1600/108_6998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547853804436474082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vpC88SOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Gu03EtrCmf8/s400/108_6998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just Love trees with leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of the trees in the area are evergreens, so I go out of my way to find trees that have falling leaves. Goofy I know, but it is a thing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3voisVH_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WnYOATdKIaY/s1600/108_7000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547853795776864242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3voisVH_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WnYOATdKIaY/s400/108_7000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the the modern day buggy &amp;amp; driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see it, but this was taken from the hay ride. The kids had so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went on it three different times that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth be known, I loved it too. Sitting down meant not running around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get what I am saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3voNXyhHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VpAKGL40t5Y/s1600/108_6997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547853790053565554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3voNXyhHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VpAKGL40t5Y/s400/108_6997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder what is going on here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vn83dOFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/200McT7AuWs/s1600/108_7018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547853785622984786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vn83dOFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/200McT7AuWs/s400/108_7018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UMMM, I don't know if I like the looks of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vnWxnHiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IWB3Y5Qr4cE/s1600/108_7015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547853775397920290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vnWxnHiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IWB3Y5Qr4cE/s400/108_7015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my little boy, and his new friend.&lt;br /&gt;His mom kept trying to get him down but he wanted into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3sk7OV8lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gywmuiXNxFk/s1600/108_7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547850435107615314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3sk7OV8lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gywmuiXNxFk/s400/108_7022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder what he sees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3skKYAIZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Pf_7RHrhxEM/s1600/108_7009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547850421994791314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3skKYAIZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Pf_7RHrhxEM/s400/108_7009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom is just lovin the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3sj7MgqAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f3o9MfpNO8U/s1600/108_7010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547850417920059394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3sj7MgqAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f3o9MfpNO8U/s400/108_7010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such deep thoughts, or serious plotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3sjbc7G_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_ck1uvLZfnU/s1600/108_6996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547850409398967282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3sjbc7G_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_ck1uvLZfnU/s400/108_6996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams of Carmel apples are dancing in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qLy4OYcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fDtlEodCxZY/s1600/108_6993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547847804347376066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qLy4OYcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fDtlEodCxZY/s400/108_6993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Just love how well my camera and him got alond this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qLU6oOdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oSV2GKMANNU/s1600/108_6992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547847796304394706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qLU6oOdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oSV2GKMANNU/s400/108_6992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the hay ride to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qK1dBFJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PChQv44Jd1E/s1600/108_6991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547847787858695314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qK1dBFJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PChQv44Jd1E/s400/108_6991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks are definitely deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qKTnIBCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SW5cB2crY8w/s1600/108_6988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547847778774287394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qKTnIBCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SW5cB2crY8w/s400/108_6988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goofy grins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qKErVsqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sfeoMRqHP9w/s1600/108_6983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547847774765429410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3qKErVsqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sfeoMRqHP9w/s400/108_6983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about making a collage for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which ones are your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-5453604841531291312?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5453604841531291312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-i-processed-10-pumpkins-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5453604841531291312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5453604841531291312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-i-processed-10-pumpkins-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TP3vpC88SOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Gu03EtrCmf8/s72-c/108_6998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6200495185084298446</id><published>2010-12-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:02:14.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that no matter how many different ways I write my post and upload the pics. I still have not learned how to get the pics. and post in the order that I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the pictures are in opposite order and my post is last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyboP5g3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i7yxsApKQ58/s1600/108_7037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547479956778441826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyboP5g3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i7yxsApKQ58/s400/108_7037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the concert we took our kids, and my "taxi" kids to our local&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden arches for their first Mac Donald's in the U.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyDtud7WnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vArVTjWAIOo/s1600/108_7033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547453662604515954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyDtud7WnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vArVTjWAIOo/s400/108_7033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our two exchange girls, Laura, Sarah, and Josie after the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyCEJEFjoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPilPlV29Ek/s1600/108_7030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547451848677756546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyCEJEFjoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPilPlV29Ek/s400/108_7030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( both choirs singing together) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past week the local High School choir hosted a choir from Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were one of the few families who were lucky enough to have 2 girls stay with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Well not actually us, my house is FULL but my in laws have a spare room with two empty beds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was one of the BEST experiences EVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls were so polite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to them talk, was just lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearing them perform, so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was also the "taxi mom" to two other boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were a lot of fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They did teach me many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most important was ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL teens forget! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a long time I was under the belief that I messed my kids up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had some how not taught them the art of bringing your stuff with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I noticed other moms bringing forgotten items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It it a national epidemic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started to believe that we were doing something wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...It is not me or our nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a global problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it has been diagnosed as adolescents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day of the concert 5 of the 6 kids I drove forgot their things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess who remembered all of her stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever think that would happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope not me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are ever approached to host anyone please do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This experience was wonderful and the girls made new face book friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Loved that no matter how different the cultures were they found common ground, For them it was music. They found common music and filled the car with their singing. Harmonies, and giggles were the radio this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if you have ever sat in a car with Josie you know she sings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also have the pleasure to transport Shasta, who also sings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to say that my car gets a little loud sometimes is an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with 6 singers in the car I was able to sing along and no one knew, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one could hear me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Much FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4265293958454953785-6200495185084298446?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6200495185084298446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/hosting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6200495185084298446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6200495185084298446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/hosting.html' title='Hosting'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TPyboP5g3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i7yxsApKQ58/s72-c/108_7037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4785978774273508786</id><published>2010-10-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:16:21.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the last day that we are open for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this is what is needed for me my children and my family, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that dose not make things any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like this is just another thing to add to the ever growing list of my failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been trying to focus on the process, not the actual ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today I can not do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are closed. The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this is my choice, and I know we needed it. but it hurts so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even begin to cry, I would just break down and I am not sure if I would stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I need to go do my hair and put on my makeup, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping that those small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comforts&lt;/span&gt; will hold me together today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butterfly Boutique will be open today for the last time from 10-5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are in the area please stop by say Hi and pick up some really good deals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All recycled clothing is $1. So just swing by and get some really good deals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta go get to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4785978774273508786?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4785978774273508786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4785978774273508786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4785978774273508786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-2085136569172526205</id><published>2010-09-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:44:17.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got pics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how busy your life's have been but ours have been crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family is going though lots of changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some good, and some are just making life different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This causes lots of stress, and for Brianna to have melt downs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had been doing so well with learning to control it recently, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but with many things changing the slightest thing seems to set her off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This makes life interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all of the special needs of Nathaniel, and focusing on him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sometimes forget that Brianna has a few slight issues too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know Nathaniel has an amazing mom, and it is not my place to raise him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I have a habit of placing his needs ahead of my kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is all me and my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the back of my mind I justify it like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls are older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will just help for a little while then I will help the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has to have XYZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I don't help, who will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None of this is good. It is all my doing. Truth be known I love to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't always know when It is too much for me or the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now we are in a place where home is in chaos, routines gone and I have no idea what our day will look in a short while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This all causes melt downs in our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am trying to teach Bri my technique on how to avoid being overwhelmed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other day we actually made it home before dark &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and look what we found going up the street to my house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TJEg9MsUZaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/C8maPTSGlDo/s1600/100_6730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517227254256788898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TJEg9MsUZaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/C8maPTSGlDo/s400/100_6730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TJEg8aGn14I/AAAAAAAAAIU/S8gEAvfOnRM/s1600/100_6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517227240676906882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TJEg8aGn14I/AAAAAAAAAIU/S8gEAvfOnRM/s400/100_6731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just looking at them bounding away makes me feel like they are taking my troubles with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love nature and often feel like the lord has provided us with wonderful tools to take our troubles to him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me I feel him when I am breathing in and out with the waves, watching the deer bounce away, feeling the wind on my face while swinging, watching a butterfly fly away.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These all take away my troubles and let me see HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you see HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-2085136569172526205?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2085136569172526205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-got-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2085136569172526205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2085136569172526205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-got-pics.html' title='I got pics....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TJEg9MsUZaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/C8maPTSGlDo/s72-c/100_6730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-503809232289029647</id><published>2010-08-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:13:02.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners and Rudeness....</title><content type='html'>I really dislike harping on bad things and try to ignore negativity. Not always an easy thing to do, but I feel the urge to post something not so nice about people and their tendency to be so self absorbed and rude to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past two weeks we have been very busy at the county fair. My children, nieces and nephews like to get involved and participate in various thing around the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Nathaniel has a disability which has him in a wheelchair during these long hot days. The fair grounds has handicap accessibility, but to be honest, not always the easiest to use. So we have a favorite bathroom. Getting to the bathroom is a maze, but the stall is very nice. So why do we have to wait for the only stall that we can use when there is many (about 6) open? Because a skinny teen wanted to use that one. I can understand that some tines it is needed to use the handicap stall, but it was not necessary. I know this happened to me and my sister almost every time. So frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel likes to watch. He will just sit in his chair and watch the show, auction, pigs, or really almost anything that caught his attention. We know that walkways were put so people can walk safely from point a to point b. So we park Nathaniel out of the path in a safe place. So it really upsets me, well really pisses me off, that the general public feels the right to stop in front of the handicap and stand their to watch. There are bleachers that you are able to walk up and sit down, so why can't they? Because it is easier to be so self absorbed that they do not pay attention to where the are, so they do not know that they are blocking a person from enjoying the activity. Yesterday it got so bad that we had to wheel him into a pen to keep the public from blocking him so he could watch his sister and cousin show the pigs. All it would need is for people to know where they are and who or what is around them for this to be prevented. But it seem that is too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the last day of the fair, and Dominick (another nephew) qualified to a championship round of mutton bustin (like bull riding but on sheep) This is a really cool group of people, and we had been their for many of the show and got kinda known. (Audrey and Caitlyn two other nieces conned the lamb so they were very memorable). So Josie thought she would ask if she could sing the national anthem live. Every show they would play a recording and she thought it would be cool if she could do it. No harm in asking, right? Well she did ask and was given a go ahead. This would be her first time singing the national anthem solo for a crowd. We were so exited. But some of my family became to tired, and had to go home, couldn't blame them for I wanted to go home, but even thou my video camera broke earlier in the day I still had my digital camera which takes video so I could still record it for those who couldn't see them. Or I thought I could. Josie was singing, I was filling up with pride, for her and our country when the "gentleman" next to me proceeded to take out his camera lean in front of me to get a better view. It was so hard to hold my tong! I didn't want it recorded what I wanted to say, so I just tried to shove him out of the way. No luck, song ends and I proceed to tell him thank you for giving me the perfect view of him and his camera, he was all... no problem it hasn't started yet, he would move some. That was his answer, I let him know that it did start and I was recording my daughters first time singing the national anthem solo in public. He told me it didn't matter I didn't miss the real show. UGGGGG!!! I wanted to scream. I knew I was wrong for shoving, well to be honest basically hitting him(he didn't even move) but he had no clue how his self-centeredness affects others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we all get caught up in the moment, and sometimes forget ourselves, but for it to have happened so constantly It makes me believe that it was not just a momentarily slip, but a constant place of rudeness. I feel bad for thinking it but their were far more rudeness going on than politeness. This disturbs me! In the past few weeks both of my children have been verbally assaulted by adults. Not adults seeing them doing wrong and trying to correct it, but yelled at and called names for things that were not their doing and out of their control. That an innocent child goes try to hug a relative that had not been seen in the last year only to be kicked away like a ball is wrong. I know that parents teach their children, but it is the persons choice to on what to use as he or she grows up. I do not know if any of these people were taught manners, but I do know that by this stage in their life the did have the choice to learn some and they chose to learn rudeness. This really hurts and upsets me!&lt;br /&gt;I know that their is alot of polite well mannered people out there, but after the last two weeks I have just had my fill of rudeness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-503809232289029647?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/503809232289029647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/manners-and-rudeness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/503809232289029647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/503809232289029647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/manners-and-rudeness.html' title='Manners and Rudeness....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-5677402175181348030</id><published>2010-07-16T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:51:14.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUMMAGE SALE!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey everyone. Tomorrow we are having a rummage sale at butterfly boutique. And there are going to be some really cool items that we have worked hard on.... Like we will have a 4 piece chair set that are completely refinished. they have leather backs and made of wood. So it would be great if you all came out and supported us... Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing away Josie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-5677402175181348030?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5677402175181348030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/rummage-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5677402175181348030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5677402175181348030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/rummage-sale.html' title='RUMMAGE SALE!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-145742276439832060</id><published>2010-07-13T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:49:37.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOO Frustrated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I know that I don't post very often, but I spent a lot of time last week editing all the pictures that had been riding around on my memory card. &lt;br /&gt;Boy some of them were old!&lt;br /&gt;  I had many cute post forming in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;One of them was about what I learned by editing the pic.  it was something that had been right in front of me but I didn't see until I saw the pic.&lt;br /&gt; But FRED (the computer) decided it was hot out and time for a vacation.  It needs a new fan, but until we get it a new one it is holding all of my pictures hostage!  So no more end of the school year pic.  Josie and Brianna's birthdays and 4th of July.  Not to mention many others!  I know they are all in there. Once we get a new fan install it and boot it up I will be able to post pictures, but until then the COMPUTER has my pictures! &lt;br /&gt;So my question too all of you... How do you store your digital pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-145742276439832060?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/145742276439832060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/soo-frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/145742276439832060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/145742276439832060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/soo-frustrated.html' title='SOO Frustrated!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-2286108579745043250</id><published>2010-06-18T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:35:30.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In only 1 hour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TCvURQs0p7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/G68oiUT94uY/s1600/110_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TCvUQ7FTgWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fupxuVhbI_Y/s1600/110_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488713958084018530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TCvUQ7FTgWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fupxuVhbI_Y/s400/110_6641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness Life has been so busy that I started this post but forgot a few things. So here I am to try to finish it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Josie's 8th grade party. I only had a little bit of time (one hour) to do the mommy thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get distracted easily... I know shocker. So I normally can juggle multiply jobs at once better than hunkering down and focusing on one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One hour befor the party was to start I pull up to a frantic Josie worried that she would be just done up normal or really late. Oh child of mine with little faith. She doubted the training that I have recived due to her dancing to turn her into the Princess she wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in one hour....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;French manicure, and glittered pedicure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special make up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and take out the hair set and style it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoo, that was alot but very possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hot curlers were already hot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had already showered and cut/filed her nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the dress had been hung up in the bathroom durring the shower so no pressing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear child of mine do not fear for mommy is here.&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/4265293958454953785-2286108579745043250?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2286108579745043250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-only-1-hour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2286108579745043250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2286108579745043250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-only-1-hour.html' title='In only 1 hour...'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/TCvUQ7FTgWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fupxuVhbI_Y/s72-c/110_6641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-8123371425922469116</id><published>2010-05-05T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:43:07.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFR4eiFCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1f25vkt7wDY/s1600/110_6448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938702357566498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFR4eiFCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1f25vkt7wDY/s400/110_6448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a very busy time lately and I just needed a break and to spend time living. I have spent time with my family and by focusing more on them we are coming to grips with some big changes. My girls have blossomed into two very independent young women and for the most part they are becoming best friends willingly. It is a true blessing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna is growing up real fast, a few weeks ago she spent a week at the 4 year collage she wants to go to, and it confirmed her plans. Such a big step. She has been pulling away more and more lately, but I know I must start letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie is still liking hanging out with mom. She treated me to a concert a few weeks ago and it was just filled with priceless memories. We got to see Gloriana. As seen above. Yep we had the cheep seats but it made no difference. We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFRcKtORI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yHKQ0EfQzuw/s1600/110_6456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938694758218002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFRcKtORI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yHKQ0EfQzuw/s400/110_6456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a happy little girl here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFQ7xoFkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VRCOVkkyX2Y/s1600/110_6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938686063089218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFQ7xoFkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VRCOVkkyX2Y/s400/110_6461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli Pickler also performed. She had to do it seated because the night before she fell and hurt her ankle. A very Brianna like move if you ask me. It was still an awesome performance. I think by being forced to sit her vocals were so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Main concert started......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFQZ4f5FI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rUKz9VHHQAQ/s1600/110_6481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938676965106770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFQZ4f5FI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rUKz9VHHQAQ/s400/110_6481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell who we went to go see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep it was Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was one of the best I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so gracious and thankful. Full of entertaining. Telling sweet stories. She made us all feel like she was here just for you. She would go into the crowd and meet people. I was blown away at what an amazing performer she was, And how though the entire concert ( which was over 2 hours for her part) she would keep thanking us for being their and how it was such a treat to be performing for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing trip full of laughs, music, food, and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret was that Brianna didn't want to come, I would have loved having her their too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two weeks ago she did spend the day with me, so she hasn't left me altogether yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Boutique had a booth at the Walk for Autism day.  Brianna came with me and it was one of the most enjoyable street fairs that I have ever done.  Now that kid rocks at street shows!  She gets down and will just play with any kid passing by, giving parents a chance to shop.&lt;br /&gt;So no kid running off that you have to chase, and she get the child to fall in love with something so the Adult buys it!  A very good combination if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a good time but the walk was about to start so all the people were lining up, so no customers.  Brianna looks over at me and asks if she could go on the walk.  I told her to go see what she would need to do to register, and if it was too late.  It was starting in less than 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes skipping back saying that she could walk, you don't need to do anything to just walk and could she please go.  So off she went walking and I was thinking what a cool kid I had That she would give up a free Sunday to hang with her mom working a street show, and then to go walk for Autism.  I felt that she might not be pulling away too fast, and that she is still around for a bit more.  She gets back from her walk dressed a bit differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFP7O4mzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m_cKdfep-OE/s1600/110_6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938668737502002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFP7O4mzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m_cKdfep-OE/s400/110_6492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she joined the group walking from her old Elementary school, and made a 25.00 donation for the tee shirt.  She babysits one night each week making 20.00 dollars each time.  She took the money that she had earned and used it for the donation.&lt;br /&gt; I felt so blessed to be this  child's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud to say that she contributed and helped this cause.&lt;br /&gt; Never asking me for the donation money.&lt;br /&gt;(which I would have given her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have spent time slowing down, being at home, planting a garden,&lt;br /&gt;making quilts, lots of home made food, helping the elderly, our neighbors, and our community.  And I am being with my girls, having separate dates each week with each of them.&lt;br /&gt;So we are doing well and are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-8123371425922469116?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8123371425922469116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8123371425922469116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8123371425922469116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-back.html' title='We are back!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S-IFR4eiFCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1f25vkt7wDY/s72-c/110_6448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-3932058838704315958</id><published>2010-01-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:27:56.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with out so much sun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday was a holiday for the kids here, so we spent the day calmly working, from the shop and at home.  We had been having real weather all day long, so about 4:30 I decided to skip the "bewithcing" hour and go for a drive.  I LOVE where I live and can only say that living on the coast has kept me functional.(notice I didn't say sane?) Being at the water is where I go if I am hurt, happy, or just needing to HEAR god.  I took Nat and Audrey on this drive to see the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We normally have pretty peacful weather but when it is stormy, I love to go to the beach.  Watching the waves be so violent just calms me like nothing else.  I can see and hear God here better, I get to give all my worries to Him by sending them away on the ocean, deep breathing with the roll of the waves, me matching His Breaths.  I get the overwhelming presence of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I am a Beach person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So out we go to watch the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1dujefCadI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XINUrhDlPg4/s1600-h/110_6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929431576144338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1dujefCadI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XINUrhDlPg4/s400/110_6222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view as we start to decend to the cove whee we are going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1dui1mmKMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3M1SPQnJmkY/s1600-h/110_6226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929420601993410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1dui1mmKMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3M1SPQnJmkY/s400/110_6226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the waves crashing on the tide pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1duiWgSiPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ySF4m7dMZEk/s1600-h/110_6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929412254042354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1duiWgSiPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ySF4m7dMZEk/s400/110_6227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing in the cove looking out to the cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1duh5GuDCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LNvCProhC2k/s1600-h/110_6235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929404362165282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1duh5GuDCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LNvCProhC2k/s400/110_6235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tide pool waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1duhvIUz6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/6deHLhIP24s/s1600-h/110_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929401684545442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1duhvIUz6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/6deHLhIP24s/s400/110_6248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is starting to get dark, and creating beautiful clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the little kids informed me that I never have taken them there to watch the waves.  Normally we go to Morro Bay, witch has wonderful look out spots too.  But I was in the mood for here so off we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept running and skipping rock, having a ball of a time.  After a while we drove to the top of the bluffs, and opened the windows to listen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me asking "do you here that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them, "No what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is God talking to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they get it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they don't then we had a beautiful afternoon and made many memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-3932058838704315958?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3932058838704315958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-out-so-much-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3932058838704315958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3932058838704315958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-out-so-much-sun.html' title='Fun with out so much sun....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/S1dujefCadI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XINUrhDlPg4/s72-c/110_6222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4159035441739679574</id><published>2010-01-01T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:17:33.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing, teenagers, and 1 small bag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight we are packing to go on a little vacation.  The first real Vacation in 5 years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No wedding, graduation, bithday, dance competition, or pig show to use as the reason to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just going to have FUN.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And fun will be had, if we can get packed with out blood shed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are going to Disneyland as a family Christmas present.  Now we are going as a family, My girls, me, Gretchen and her two little ones.  If you counted that was 6, and we have a 6 passenger car.  We also need to fit into the car Nathaniel's wheel chair, which now that he received a new and bigger one takes the whole back end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So enter the big fight of the night.... We are only taking ONE little bag.  Yep.  For me and my two teenage daughters I have limited it to one bag.  One bag for all!!! Clothing, bathroom supplies, makeup, hair and entertainment.  (you know books, crayons, notepads etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brianna is trying to convince me to let her take her computer and that she could use her computer bag to pack into.  Not falling for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josie is just in denial.  The pile of stuff she Needs is as tall as me, but she says I am the Queen of packing and will make it all fit.  I am surprised that she hasn't tried to get me to pack her guitar, saying we could all play or sing to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now me, I haven't even begun to sort and pack, I have been avoiding it all, hoping the girls will wise up and follow the guidelines put before them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey it is a new year, I can be optimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping to get it all done tonight, so then their is no fighting tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Will I succeed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW...I get to take my computer...It is smaller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4159035441739679574?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4159035441739679574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/packing-teenagers-and-1-small-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4159035441739679574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4159035441739679574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/packing-teenagers-and-1-small-bag.html' title='Packing, teenagers, and 1 small bag.'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-3271752771102547257</id><published>2010-01-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:47:06.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog design contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So have you ever visited &lt;a href="http://www.simplysoares.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen's blog&lt;/a&gt;???  She has an ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS blog designer and I have been wanting Carla to design something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spectacular&lt;/span&gt; for Butterfly for a while... but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;allass&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to make it to the top of the priority list with the limited $$ I have. After all Butterfly needs a cute new look (check it out &lt;a href="http://butterflyboutiqueca.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;) and I can boss my designer here around lots :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT.. Carla is having a giveaway &lt;a href="http://mastomama.blogspot.com/2009/12/contest-time.html"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;and I could WIN a makeover :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't that cool???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO check &lt;a href="http://mastomama.blogspot.com/2009/12/contest-time.html"&gt;Carla&lt;/a&gt; out (she is an amazing believing mom to a special needs child or two) and check out her fabulous work too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-3271752771102547257?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3271752771102547257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-design-contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3271752771102547257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3271752771102547257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-design-contest.html' title='blog design contest'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-8425945498643276444</id><published>2009-12-28T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:06:22.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today at work....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2nzvCnglI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jdnqhq4Bdbs/s1600-h/104_6195.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today at work we have been laughing and giggling up a storm. We have even been trying to get some work done. We have gotten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of new inventory out, and there are some really cute things. Once we got the clothing out it was time to inventory shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I have to confess, I love shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to see all the different styles and hope to find the perfect new home for each pair. Leftover from my former life or something. Now I have passed on this love to Brianna and Audrey. Brianna thinks that it is her duty to the world to clothe and shoe every child she meets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Audrey has a slightly different opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thinks all shoes are her size and she NEEDS to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cKIrwD6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9_elXfqLAuA/s1600-h/104_6196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421661224367558562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cKIrwD6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9_elXfqLAuA/s400/104_6196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cutest cowboy boots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are also made of rubber so they act like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;goulashes&lt;/span&gt; too. They are about 1 size too small for Audrey and both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; and Audrey are trying to convince me that they fit perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never mind Audrey has three pair of boots that would work as rubber boots or her cowgirl boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now how could a child &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; another pair of boots? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(that was not counting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt; or hiking boots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cJdo4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JHqWswml4js/s1600-h/104_6197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421661212812797314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cJdo4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JHqWswml4js/s400/104_6197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the cutest gold pair of ballet flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every little princess dose need a pair of these in her closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cJO3ha3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uBkFw43edG0/s1600-h/104_6204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421661208847674226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cJO3ha3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uBkFw43edG0/s400/104_6204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did loose this pair to Audrey, But they are so perfect for her and she did need a new pair of glittery ballet flats. She had out grown her old pair and we all need a dressy pair of shoes. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea where she got her shoe addiction from. Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-8425945498643276444?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8425945498643276444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8425945498643276444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8425945498643276444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-at-work.html' title='Today at work....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sz2cKIrwD6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9_elXfqLAuA/s72-c/104_6196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-5157138097327818590</id><published>2009-12-26T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:23:45.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>It was a very merry Christmas this year. Not very calm and relaxing but a nice one overall. I was Blessed with having my children with me all day. I have spent many years convincing myself that spending Christmas eve with my children was enough and that it didn't bother me not having them with me, but being with them all day was a very nice change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Christmas every two hours, that was hard, but we got to see many family and friends. It was so nice to take them to my ex in laws house with no cold shoulders and fighting, but the girls were sad to not see their dad and brother. They did get to spend the morning with their great grandparents, who have had a very hard year with their health, so every chance to make another we get to make another memory we take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes forget that no matter how big the girls get they are still children. They are growing up so fast, and Brianna is talking about where she wants to go to school. I knew she was growing up, but it startled me to hear her talking about what college she wants to go to. To see them everyday and talk to them about all they want to do sometimes I forget that they are still kids and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; of Christmas is still alive in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hearts. I did a poor job of providing the normal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; for them, but the two or three days &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; we really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; into the swing of things. It amazed me how the little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traditions&lt;/span&gt; that I didn't even know were there effected them when I skipped them. So we had a Christmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt; of decorating (or stripping the tree and re decorating it) baking, making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; presents, and to top it off three days of non stop Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we might have started Christmas a late this year but it ended well. We have some pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; and special memories to take, and that is what really counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-5157138097327818590?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5157138097327818590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5157138097327818590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5157138097327818590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6032198865341640861</id><published>2009-12-21T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:56:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get alittle ditzy sometimes...</title><content type='html'>It seem the busier I get the more I forget, making me busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some examples to share with you, please laugh in love cause I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night our church has an evening of childcare so us parents could go shopping alone.  After a little debate we decided that we didn't know what we had so we must take this childless time to wrap presents.  We go out to dinner, so I had eaten, then head to my Mother-in-Laws house to wrap presents, thinking we would have a movie and some adult eggnog.  I forget the movie and the eggnog, but those are forgivable.  We are starting to clean up and Gretchen is looking at the pile of gifts that are still to be wrapped, looking very carefully, then looking at the pile of wrapped gifts, then looking at the list of gifts for each person, and starting to count everything again.  I ask her if there was anything wrong, "Maybe."  Umm what?  "Faline what have you been wrapping, and what is in that box, that is already wrapped?'  I don't know, I was just wrapping it.  This is suppose to be IN  the box BEFORE you wrap it.  I shake it, toss it and open it to .... NOTHING. As if I don't have enough to do I apparently think I need to be wrapping each gift twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not grow up with cast iron pans, so back when I started dating Shawn, I was helping clean the kitchen, I WASHED the pans until they were CLEAN.  That history shared, this morning I was loading the dishwasher, I came across the pizza stone  and I was about to wash it(only using water) when Audrey asked me what I was doing...Washing the dishes, Aunta you don't wash that dish.  I was only going to use water.  No It NEVER gets washed,  so I called to confirm, and yep no water just scraped.  I still haven't lived down the cast iron, so thank goodness Audry was looking out for me 'cause I would never live this down either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was out Christmas shopping.  I didn't have my list and I thought I knew what I needed cause I just wrapped all I had and I could remember what I has wrapped.  Ya right.  I go from store to store, not finding anything that looks right for my niece.  I thought I had all the kids done, but I just wrapped all the presents that I had bought, and NOTHING for Caitlyn.  I couldn't understand how I could had missed her but I must have.  So I go from store to store not finding the right gift, belittling my self for forgetting her.  I go on like this for hours, not believing I forgot her.  It is 6:30 and I get to another toy store and they have these doll kits for cool doll houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         It then hits me, we were repainting and remodeling Brianna's old doll house for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been working on this project for the last two months.  I just spent the whole day looking for a gift when I had a gift at home that is made and given with love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I forgot is beyond me but I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am a little further away from being ready for Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but I have some silly stories to share with the girls when they get home.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6032198865341640861?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6032198865341640861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-get-alittle-ditzy-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6032198865341640861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6032198865341640861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-get-alittle-ditzy-sometimes.html' title='I get alittle ditzy sometimes...'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4181301875507546469</id><published>2009-12-17T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:01:28.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a little girl not feeling too well, so she wants her "mommy".&lt;br /&gt; As I sit here not sleeping weird things come to mind, so I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could keep my kids separate. &lt;br /&gt;If I had a boy and a girl, I might not get them mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;I can never remember who's things are who's, who said what,&lt;br /&gt;who did that, and who eats this or that. &lt;br /&gt;I get into so much trouble when I put the wrong things away,&lt;br /&gt;that I don't fold the laundry any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do ALL teachers think it is a good idea to give reading as homework?&lt;br /&gt;I have very avid readers, too much if we are telling the truth, it is their addiction.&lt;br /&gt;So why do they get free reading homework?  Brianna was in a "special" English class for years, and at the beginning of each year I beg the teacher to give writing instead of reading, no go.&lt;br /&gt;Do they think that it is against the rules not to assign reading?&lt;br /&gt;I know it is good for them, and that more exposure to the written word makes them better writers,  lets them see proper usage of vocabulary and grammar, but my children do not need another excuse to read, couldn't they just take into account each child?  Maybe not in Jo's case but Brianna's?  She had a class of 6 students, and the class was geared to the need of each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound sexist, but I strongly dislike car stuff.  If I have a weird noise or say I had to add ..... again, couldn't the guy just take care of it?&lt;br /&gt;My brother works at an auto part shop, and went to school as a mechanic.  I tell him every little thing about my car, and yet now that my car is not running he finally is willing to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of "woman's work" for him, ( watch his kids, cook some of his dinners, do some laundry)&lt;br /&gt;All I want is some Guy stuff done for me.  We are both single parents and we need help some times, so it would just be nice if he listened to me the first time I say something,&lt;br /&gt; instead of when it is not running and is now possibly doing damage to my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie's temp has finally broke and she just feel into the deep sleep I needed her to be in for me to be able to slip off to bed, so night night blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4181301875507546469?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4181301875507546469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4181301875507546469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4181301875507546469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-randomness.html' title='Some Randomness'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7229883874893203230</id><published>2009-12-11T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:04:16.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morrnings funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Disclaimer*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get up and head out the door very early in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt;. So Most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt; I do not bother fighting for the bathroom to get ready.  I take them to school in my robe, P.J.'s and slippers!  I Will not get dressed to run them to school to the come home and take a shower.  Will not do it.  ( Did you know I get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; shower this way?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I dropped Josie off at school, then headed out to drop Brianna off.  Half way to the high school I get a phone call.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Mom I need a permission slip signed today, can you come do it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I had asked her earlier in the week if I had one to sigh, she said nope already done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This teacher leaves school about 9:00am, So I decided to go sign the slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get there as most of the students are walking around, parents are dropping kids off and teachers are heading off to class.  MANY people see me, look and say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I enter the room mid lesson, stop class and every one saw me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was still in my p.j.'s!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her face was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; red!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; is nothing worse to a teenager than the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; of ones parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe she will learn not to forget things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7229883874893203230?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7229883874893203230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-morrnings-funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7229883874893203230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7229883874893203230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-morrnings-funny.html' title='This morrnings funny.'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6724812789090614776</id><published>2009-12-07T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:10:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velveteen Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qcsW_SHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uDcQbjqQb20/s1600-h/107_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412599368345667698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qcsW_SHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uDcQbjqQb20/s400/107_0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend my daughter had the great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to perform in the Velveteen Rabbit that was put on by Ballet Theater San Luis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Obispo&lt;/span&gt;, a local ballet company.  It was a very amazing performance!  So very magical! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her first time performing with a ballet company and she learned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qcUHO1aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qs__nbwTIas/s1600-h/107_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412599361837127074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qcUHO1aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qs__nbwTIas/s400/107_0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Director Miss Terri took her under her wing, putting her faith into Josie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; that she really could do it.  She pushed, worked her hard, yelled on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;, and praised, bringing Josie so far in a very short time frame.  Josie showed us how quickly she can learn and it just amazed me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qbxUHb4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GiPCYZKKvP4/s1600-h/107_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412599352495927170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qbxUHb4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GiPCYZKKvP4/s400/107_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our studio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;director&lt;/span&gt; was in the show, along with another student from our studio.  It was so great for Josie to go out and dance with another company, not only with her directors blessing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;, but with her too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qbr8jAhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ceCCQcp_b9k/s1600-h/107_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412599351054893586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qbr8jAhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ceCCQcp_b9k/s400/107_0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie also had another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;.  Her Father and Uncle were able to make the performance.  This is the first time that they had been able to see her dance in a very long time.  We even got a pic. for proof.  Avery rare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; indeed.  I am very happy that he was able too make it.  Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; and Papa for helping the boys to make it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a very blessed experience for her!  I am very fortunate that her first time dancing out side her studio was full of positive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouraging&lt;/span&gt; people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4265293958454953785-6724812789090614776?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6724812789090614776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/velveteen-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6724812789090614776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6724812789090614776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/velveteen-rabbit.html' title='The Velveteen Rabbit'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/Sx1qcsW_SHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uDcQbjqQb20/s72-c/107_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4502006395835983804</id><published>2009-12-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:34:36.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironing...</title><content type='html'>I am having a very ADD day.  Cant sit still, focus on anything, or keep a train of thought.  If this is how my daughter feels all day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day, I am just in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt; of her and all she dose get done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;, I am trying to work, so I am Ironing 10 things, then do something else, then Iron 10 things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;technique&lt;/span&gt; that is similar to what my mother in law calls clean and sew.  As I do this I am thinking of things I want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; about in my next "break".  Many things come to mind but when I sat down I forgot them and can only remember the little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irritants&lt;/span&gt; from my Ironing.  So here I go sharing some of my Ironing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are multiple piece outfits different colors?  For instance, I have a pile of clothing that I have Ironed but because the other half is a different color it had to be washed in a different load so they are now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; and I cant put them together and hang them up.  I even forget if it was ever an outfit and end up hanging them apart &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; to be caught and reminded that they go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thought irons that have dash marks instead of fabric types were a good idea?  We just got a new iron, and I love all the new things.  But It has lines instead of the fabric for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;.  I melted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of cloths when I first started ironing, but it had lessened now I am back to melting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and it is because of the dash marks.  I had stopped looking at the fabric type because I knew my iron but now that we switched i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that I did need them.  Never knew it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; they were not there.  Another thing you learn when it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was helping to press costumes for the Ballet my daughter is in this weekend.  I LOVE steaming!  I had never used a steamer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;, but it was fun!  How sick am I to fall in love with a steamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my self imposed 10 min. break is over so back to the Ironing board!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4502006395835983804?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4502006395835983804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/ironing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4502006395835983804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4502006395835983804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/ironing.html' title='Ironing...'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4703400572385874292</id><published>2009-11-26T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:23:48.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Food and more Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanksgiving is my family's Holiday. Christmas is nice, Easter is good, but our main holiday is thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Now in my family we do it all day long. It gets a bit overwhelming if you did not grow up with it that way, but I am a native so it is kinda cool. We eat all day long too, seriously all day long. My family also runs well can we say a bit late, I mean hour late. So we plan out the day accordingly. It has been discovered that the best way to get everyone there on time (meaning: with in the first 3 hours) they are in charge of setting up or munchies. Now we set up around 10 in the morning so that the turkeys can start cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the food then is asked to be their at 11, and it starts wondering in about 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do a pot luck dinner, and we always have enough food to feed our family and another army. Every one chooses something to bring, then we all bring other things because we are always sure that some one will forget something or that we might run out. We never run out of anything, for example, we had a small gathering this year (about 40) so we had 3 turkeys and 2 hams. No chance of running out of food in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also eat for hours, as each &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;munchie&lt;/span&gt; arrives, late it gets put out, and we eat that until the next one arrives, with it all being put out about an hour apart we have food all day long. We sit down to eat, have our first helping and then my sweet cousin decides to give us a test on thanksgiving. It was pretty funny, but a test? We eat dinner again, clean the kitchen, play some more games, then start preparing dessert. By this time you realize you have been eating and nibbling non stop for the past 6 hours! Yet somehow you can still eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I am now stuffed and as we were on our way home we stop at some friends house and they feel obligated to offer us food. How do you politely say If I eat another bite I will explode? Now we did invite them to dinner and if they had joined us then they would never dream of offering food, but they have never experienced our dinner or the sheer volume of food, so they didn't know what they were doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was a very nice Thanksgiving.  I love all of my cousins and their little ones, but the only little ones that we had this year were from out of town, so with only two it was pretty mellow and quiet.  Very nice, and wee got to spend time with every one since we were not all running around chasing a kid here or there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope your thanksgiving went well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4703400572385874292?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4703400572385874292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-food-and-more-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4703400572385874292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4703400572385874292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-food-and-more-food.html' title='Food Food and more Food'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-5790015166508559067</id><published>2009-11-18T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:22:57.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days....</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I would get more done if I stayed in bed...(yes alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just should have turned off the alarm and slept, but I knew Their was too much to get done for me to do that, but because I got up we have been running non stop trying to put each fire out one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie broke a tooth, it is infected and has to go to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna woke up with swollen glands (might be strep ) and need to go to the Dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark got a flat tier and dew to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; situations i was elected to go take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wreck&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;South bay&lt;/span&gt; so there was a 20 min &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Waite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nathaniel&lt;/span&gt; still has therapy this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner STILL has to go to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have 8 cheer leading costumes to make...that are dew today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; still the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way mom too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; and working to post so i had to type it for her. -&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Brianna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-5790015166508559067?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5790015166508559067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5790015166508559067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5790015166508559067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-days.html' title='Some days....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6680991725688134802</id><published>2009-11-09T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:46:58.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGGG!</title><content type='html'>Ok..So today is a very funky day for me.  One of my family members had to go into town today to deal with some really difficult stuff.  A sweet baby that we follow and pray for is in surgery. And I just got a phone call that has me very upset.  Most likely out of proportion up set due to the other emotions going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a very supportive and understanding mother.  Not the easiest job but worth it.  I also try to be understanding of their father's limitations.  NEVER easy.  So today's call was from a family member asking how much time Josie was going to be actually dancing and if we really needed to try to get her father to go see her.   I don't care if she was dancing for two minutes or was the main charter, she has auditioned, worked for the past two months, and sacrificed alot to do this show, who cares how much time she will be dancing.  You go and watch your daughter take a closer step to realizing her dream.  I have not moved two hours away from where we wanted to raise our kids.  Moving was his choice, their have been many things he has chosen to miss due to living so far away, but for crying out loud, don't ask me to give him permission to flake on her again because it might not be the main part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This ballet is very important to her.  It is her first time performing for a ballet company, not her studio.  Each time he flakes on her he looses another part of her life, that I can deal with, but I just hate to see how hurt she gets after a main event that he doesn't make it too.  It has been many YEARS since he has seen her dance, and by her choice she has not seen him in about 2 months, so I really don't know if he could even pick her out on stage, with her growth spurt, costumes and not having seen her dance I don't think he would even know which one she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably more upset than necessary, but I a very tiered of hearing how the ticket cost too much, with the long drive it makes it to long to make it to, and how he has to go see his son that day.  It just makes me SO sad to see him miss so much of the beautiful little girls growing into amazing young ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for just venting.. Alone with only children makes the blog world the perfect venting tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6680991725688134802?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6680991725688134802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/uggg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6680991725688134802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6680991725688134802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/uggg.html' title='UGGG!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7287039090186237613</id><published>2009-10-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:05:34.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I don't get to post many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my sister thought she would put these on for me to post about.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukqBH3BzPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7OouDb3HGm0/s1600-h/DSCN2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397891827158338802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukqBH3BzPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7OouDb3HGm0/s400/DSCN2065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like every Halloween our kids get their costumes done last... It is always a very stressful few hours. But Josie found a sweet way to occupy a very overstimulated little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you know our children you know that Jo and Nat are not the most compatible.  When he is over the top it is never Josie who can bring him back down.  She sees things in very black and white and when dealing with Nat their is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of grey.  So to see her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; him a dance and correcting him with out him melting is a blessing I haven't seen.  So each time I see this I tear up knowing what a bad day we were having and that Josie grew up just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; bit more that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpXDn0pyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Dgn5ppy4SAE/s1600-h/DSCN2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397891104466315042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpXDn0pyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Dgn5ppy4SAE/s400/DSCN2068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our silly kiddos can you guess what each one is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpWRUDCNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VSwxSHd3BFk/s1600-h/DSCN2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397891090961598674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpWRUDCNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VSwxSHd3BFk/s400/DSCN2071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of us... Do you get the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpV8isYzI/AAAAAAAAADw/pRvwdWq12cI/s1600-h/DSCN2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397891085385884466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpV8isYzI/AAAAAAAAADw/pRvwdWq12cI/s400/DSCN2073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess holding court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpVQo6yuI/AAAAAAAAADo/DujoKMRHNeg/s1600-h/DSCN2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397891073600834274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpVQo6yuI/AAAAAAAAADo/DujoKMRHNeg/s400/DSCN2074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know who this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpUwEtf7I/AAAAAAAAADg/I6d_QZgFJRM/s1600-h/Josie+sleeping.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397891064859033522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukpUwEtf7I/AAAAAAAAADg/I6d_QZgFJRM/s400/Josie+sleeping.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The princess is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like when she was little, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she is done she can sleep anywhere in anything!&lt;br /&gt;In all of the pic.  You don't see the back,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has full &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corset&lt;/span&gt; lacing and none of us had loosened her up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7287039090186237613?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7287039090186237613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-good-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7287039090186237613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7287039090186237613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-good-things.html' title='Some good things...'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SukqBH3BzPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7OouDb3HGm0/s72-c/DSCN2065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7543577668867786813</id><published>2009-10-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:27:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessional</title><content type='html'>Goodness, I know I need to blog, but I don't know where to start....I have some not good things going on and all I want to do is share about the good or normal things. I could join a blog carnival and do Not Me Monday, share about the hectic weekend, or brag about the cool things that have happened, but all of that would be avoiding the true issues going on in my life. I am trying to focus on the positive, but last Friday my world was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a pity me post. I am not looking for complements, I just need to face the negative and cleanse it from me, so please do not feel like you need to continue to read, because this is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years I have been standing beside my sister, giving support when needed getting upset at the mean things people will say to hurt her. Going to meetings to give them light and truth. We keep facing things head on taking it one step at a time. I do this for her, but knowing it was for her never thinking it would touch me, facing the "enemy" not thinking the enemy would switch it's focus to me when it never seceded with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very conceited for me to think that way, because when the focus switched, it floored me. Never would I think they would come after me, but they have and I am just frozen in terror, trying to believe that truth will prevail, but fearing that it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year I feel like I have grown as a good christian, trying to live the way He would wish me to live. Now the enemy is testing me and I am trying to have faith and believe in Him, I just keep having the moments of doubt. I know He is in control, but I keep questioning it. I wish I had an unwavering faith, but I do not. I love God and believe in Him, but with all of the nastiness coming at me I am ashamed to say I find myself afraid and thinking that the "enemy" might be heard and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Mother. I try to be the best mother possible. I am ashamed to admit, but I worship my children, thanking god for them constantly. I have struggled with the balance of God first family second. Many times I put them ahead of Him. I know this is not the way, but it dose happen. It is a continual struggle for me. I wish it wasn't so, but it is and has been from the beginning. At times in my life I believed that by being the best mother and raising the gifts he gave me was my way to praise him and worship him. Sounds warped but that was how I viewed it, and I still fight that way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the enemy attacked me as a mother.  I am not perfect, but I am a pretty good mother, well most of the time I think so.  But with all the bad things going on I start to question it.  I am asking my children if I am doing a good job, hoping that they will be the ones to shed the light and truth for me.  Not a very good feeling, asking the ones that I am protecting to be eloquent and truthful.  To stand up for ma and us as a family.  It is a very big burden for them, and yet I ask it of them.  I must believe that god is asking them to step up and let the enemy know that they are looked after by him and just go back to HE**.  Where the enemy belongs.  So we now Wait and see what the next move will be, Hoping that the Lord will look out for us and trying to keep our faith in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7543577668867786813?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7543577668867786813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/confessional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7543577668867786813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7543577668867786813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/confessional.html' title='confessional'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-2009767553481638843</id><published>2009-10-21T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:36:17.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puplic Speaking.</title><content type='html'>I am a very shy person, I get very frightened to speak in front of multiple people.  Well I am thinking the lord is telling me it is time to face this fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been along time since I needed to do any public speaking.  A few months ago I was at on of the girls performances and we didn't have an announcer, so I was asked to do it.  I know all of the girls, and I also know all of the dances, so it should be no problem right?  I stood their shaking in fear during each dance repeating over and over what I needed to say next.  I did not enjoy any of the performance, but it made me realize that a fear i had manageable in high school is not any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was at bible study.  It is a small lovely group of ladies whom I am forming amazing friendships with.  as we close each night we pray.  Pretty standard right, well last night our leader asked me to close us in prayer.  I totally froze up, after thanking our lord I just started to stutter.  How am I suppose to pray for these other woman?  I am very conferable praying for myself and with my children, but for a group of woman, I am the mouth piece for all that is in their hearts.  I felt so overwhelmed for them I just couldn't speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the public speaking that is coming up tomorrow that I am not ready for no matter how well I know the subject matter I just keep writing my out line and note cards but I haven't found all that I want to cover.  Tomorrow I will be talking to my daughters child development class about teen parenting.  This is a very special topic in our house.  One that has been openly discussed with my children and all of their friends for a very long time.  One I ask about constantly, but the idea of sharing some moments that I am not proud of is freaking me out.  Of  hoping to impact one of them to make a difference,   giving a real account of life and how it should not be done.  I know that this has been in the making for my like for a while now I just want to make all of them think, with out hurting my daughter.  I keep thinking that this would be easier to discuss if my baby wasn't in the room listening. &lt;br /&gt;She lived it all with me.&lt;br /&gt;She has felt the consequences of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;She has been taught about how parenting is not for teens and why.&lt;br /&gt;But she has never heard details of life with her while I was in high school.  At least not the "real" feelings and details, and I am considering sharing some of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know god is in control and if he can use me to stop just one pregnancy then I know I fulfilled His purpose, but please let me see the balance of truth and not to hurt Brianna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-2009767553481638843?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2009767553481638843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/puplic-speaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2009767553481638843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2009767553481638843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/puplic-speaking.html' title='Puplic Speaking.'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-3369854793397921600</id><published>2009-10-15T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:40:47.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't taken the time to post recently, life with the kids just seems to take up more time so me time seems to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I posted I let you know that Josie was extended an invitation to audition for Ballet Theater San Luis Obispo. Let me give you an update. We had a performance at 2 p.m. Sunday afternoon. Once we got their I was informed that she and 1 other student had a 5 p.m. audition. Well, that was so great, Josie was so very thrilled, but then she calculated how much time she had to stress out. She didn't even have her ballet shoes with her! We had special friends from out of town that she really wanted to see at her gymnastic competition, so as bummed as she was that she would not see her she was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The audition was so cool to see! In the past, she has had auditions at various competitions they were always closed door, so to be able to watch her do one was just spectacular. The director was so sweet and kind, she would show them what she wanted and then ask them to repeat it, if it wasn't perfect she would show them again and then have them do it again. So because we didn't have shoes the other student went by and grabbed her shoes, but because they were auditioning for flat parts, and that Jo had only been on point for 4 months she didn't think to get the point shoes. Part way into the audition Terry (director) asked her to put on point shoes, we didn't have them so to test her knowledge she started to call out moves for her to do, at one point she called out something and Josie did it. Terry's response was "wow she is in" A former dancer from our studio was there watching and he was just blown away and saying how he feels like a proud big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So fast forward to her first rehearsal, she is on point for a pretty long intense scene. Most of the steps she had not even dreamed of trying, and every one is so kind and willing to take the time to teach her. It is amazing to see her push her self and thrive in this new environment. She has been so responsible with thinking ahead to what all she had to do, and making the most of her time. She had cut out most of her t.v. watching, and recreational reading.  She thinks about all she has to do and looks ahead to see when she can fit it in.  Seeing her use this skill just sends me over the moon.  I know a lot of adults who have a problem with that skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two weeks she has added around 2 extra hours of class time.  To give you an idea I think she is now dancing about 13 hours from Mon. to Thurs.  Sat and Sun. rehearsals are an extra 8 to 10 hours.  That is a part time job.  Such a busy little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna has had a big event this past week too.  She was on the FFA opening and closing competitive team.  This was a big deal to her.  Our school also hosted the event so there was extra work in that area too.  She was on a team of individuals that did not take this commitment as serious as she did.  This caused A LOT of anxiety for her.  She worked constantly memorizing her parts, so much so that dear Josie knew all of the other officers parts from running it with her.  On Monday I had received 3 major melt down phone calls.  She was worried because she kept reversing two words, and knowing that she was reversing them she would start to stutter leading up to it.  This is not the best for public speaking.  With Brianna being a little OCD and having to depend on others who she has no faith in, just sent her over the edge.  One of the phone calls was Andrew in a total loss as to what to do.  I talked him though calming her down and she was good until after.  She has been learning self calming down techniques, but She was just so far over the edge that she need the outside help to get back under control.  She calmed down and did wonderful, just a little stutter, but with another member not knowing any of her part, it didn't hurt the teams score.  It was a great learning experience, a very stressful one but good for her anyway.  Brianna really wanted her sister, and Josie wanted to be their and do it with her, but she is not in FFA and she had dance so she couldn't be their, but just watch next year will be another story.  It was really great to see them working so hard together, and Josie being gentle in her correction of Brianna.  Now if I could just get that gentleness to carry over to Nat....  oh well one step at a time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week we had a lot of 'extras' to fit into our already full schedule.  As stated above Brianna had an FFA event, it is homecoming week, Josie had an to make a model of an element, choir concert and the community talent show to dance at.  I will blog more about these in the near future I might even post pics, but until then just remember I wish I could get myself to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-3369854793397921600?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3369854793397921600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3369854793397921600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3369854793397921600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4714030703500253398</id><published>2009-10-02T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:53:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SsZmZz28YlI/AAAAAAAAADY/3F9iYHNgGtI/s1600-h/102_5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388106597798797906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SsZmZz28YlI/AAAAAAAAADY/3F9iYHNgGtI/s400/102_5421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two very amazing children! I love them both and think no one can compare. I know we all feel that way about our children, and can accept that we are all delusional that our child is more special than another. We are all special children of the lord, and created for a special purpose. It just makes my cup over flow to see a child of mine realize what her gift is and dedicate herself to it. It even makes me a little teary eyed (yep me, who could guess?) to see others recognize her gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SsZZ2GN8MoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LiTdZQRMI3I/s1600-h/102_5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SsZZ2GN8MoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LiTdZQRMI3I/s1600-h/102_5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388092790112268930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SsZZ2GN8MoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LiTdZQRMI3I/s400/102_5428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie lives to perform! She will take every opportunity to dance or sing. As her mother I see her give her heart into every performance. I support and believe in her, hoping that others are touched by what she puts into it too. Don't get me wrong the fact that she sings all the time, or she dances instead of walking can be disturbing and annoying, but that is just who she is. In the last year she has grown so much I almost don't recognize her. She is becoming a talented young lady and the community that we live in is starting too see it too. I have been approached many different times complementing me for her talent in both dancing and singing. Like I ever did anything to deserve the complement. God gave her her gifts not me, but not all see that. But back to my bragging. Josie has been approached by a local professional ballet company to audition for their winter ballet. It is in no way a guarantee that she will be in it, but it is still a great honor to be invited. It just turns me into mush to hear others appreciate her gifts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;, she gets the great opportunity to audition, and understands (at least in her head) that she might not be right for the part.   We believe in her and her dance instructor dose too, so we will hope for the best and know that god has put this learning experience in her path.  She seems to have a great grip on reality with this.  She told me last night that she knows this is a wonderful experience for her, one she can grow and learn from, she just doesn't know if god has given this too her to learn and work with a professional company or to learn how to deal with not being chosen.  We shall wait and see what is to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4714030703500253398?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4714030703500253398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/bragging-mama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4714030703500253398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4714030703500253398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/bragging-mama.html' title='Bragging Mama'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SsZmZz28YlI/AAAAAAAAADY/3F9iYHNgGtI/s72-c/102_5421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6535976879000551816</id><published>2009-09-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:50:59.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The child developent class</title><content type='html'>I know this was a very educational class for me in high school.   My dear daughter is taking this class as she puts it for a third time.  But this time around it is a very different class.  My teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;retired&lt;/span&gt; last year, so this year we have a new younger teacher.  Brianna dose not like change so it took a few weeks for her to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; to the new teacher.  She had seemed to adjust very well and started to like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; bit.  Then a we had last week.  First the class was paired up and each group had to pull a random birth defect out of a bag.  The intention was that the group would get a defect that they knew little about and do a report on it and then present to the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what she got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bifida&lt;/span&gt;.  So the group was suppose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; and then do a presentation with visual aids for the class.  My little girl goes way over board.  She does enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;documentary&lt;/span&gt;, goes though the baby book and gets personal experiences, then makes copies of pic. with Nat in his different things, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; though and picked out some of his braces to show what they are.  Her partner get to type up the final draft.  If you have met my daughter you will know that she struggles with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; so this is very fair for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a baby.  She gets to raise this baby doll for the next week.  In our house we haven't had much sleep here lately.  We got 2 new puppies last week.  They are so cute but they are like any other infant, sleep all day, play all night.  Then the girls have been sick for the last week and keeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; up when they are up. So we have spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time doing laundry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bonding&lt;/span&gt; in the bath room.  Now we still have the puppies, Josie is still sick, and now their is a new born baby doll, no, not too much sleeping will be going on here.  I found out this afternoon that she is one of two of the first in the class to take home the baby.  They were given the option of doing a report on teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; or take the baby.  Well every one in the class was.  Not Brianna.  Earlier I mention that Brianna refers to taking the class before, well she says she took the class when Mommy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;, and when she was 1 with Daddy.  So the teacher decided that doing a report on teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;, parenting and the effects on the child would just be copies of her baby book so she wasn't really given the option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Brianna&lt;/span&gt; loves babies, so she was very exited to get the baby.  but the joy is quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;diminishing&lt;/span&gt;.  I made her push the cart in the grocery store, load the car, put the cart away while i ran to another store, so she had to push the cart back then take the baby back to the car, make her own dinner, and take the baby to the bath room to try to get a shower..  She says she is still happy to have the baby, but it isn't as fun when you can't hand them off to someone else.   The puppies keep thinking she brought them a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lick&lt;/span&gt; toy.    I wonder how she will be holding up by Sunday, after the football game, work on Sat.  and the toddlers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; over for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;enlightening&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to all, I'm going to try to get some much needed sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; all the needy one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6535976879000551816?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6535976879000551816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/child-developent-class.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6535976879000551816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6535976879000551816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/child-developent-class.html' title='The child developent class'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7426301402025525091</id><published>2009-09-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:45:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the Blaaaas ever leave?</title><content type='html'>So as I was growing up both of my parents battled depression, but we didn't call it that, it was known as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blaaas&lt;/span&gt;.   So I have noticed that lately that it seem to creep up on me more and more.  I do get up  but the joy of seeing the sunrise and set just is not their as often.  It seems that I keep moving but do not get the amount of things that I need to done.  List are normally my friends but I haven't even been able to settle my brain down enough to write them, much less do them.  Today we wrote the first list in over a week, and did not get half of it done!  These are things that i should be able to do, but they didn't get done.  I come home and ask if my kids are really hungry or can we have cereal or Ice Cream for dinner.  How bad is that?  I am finding my self going to bed early each night, only too wake up at 2 or 3 and stay awake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; 5 then the alarm goes off at 6. I  don't seem to even find the energy too do things that I shouldn't  Like read, or  watch t.v. when I should be working or doing laundry.  I have food going to waste because I didn't cook for this week on Sunday and I just don't want to deal with it tonight.  I had a job interview and I felt so bummed about after and I just don't quite know why.  I have never had an interview and not had a job offer but I don't think that I will be having a call back.  How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; is that?  I need to do something fun, crazy, or rewarding just to get me out of this mood I am in?  Can anything come to mind that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take energy, because I just don't have it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very cool note, I have a painting from the grandfather of my childhood, that I adore.  It is one of my most prized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt;.  My dad has been on a big "hang the art"  kick.   The painting had come loose from the frame, and my parents had started a ocean room that it would look so cool in, so I took it to them and asked if they wanted to hang it, they did and so they took it to have it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;re framed&lt;/span&gt;.  Yesterday they come home with the painting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;re framed&lt;/span&gt; and another one blown up and framed.  It is just perfect, I started crying.  Now I have the original little one and a big poster size one.  I just need to find somewhere to hang it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7426301402025525091?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7426301402025525091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-blaaaas-ever-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7426301402025525091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7426301402025525091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-blaaaas-ever-leave.html' title='Will the Blaaaas ever leave?'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-2668965364901772016</id><published>2009-09-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:58:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have had a very busy week, and I think it might be coming to a close.  Thank Goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty decent cook, But after the week of non stop going I totally messed up many parts of dinner.  I went to the store to walk aimlessly up and down the isles, hoping that dinner would just jump into the cart for me.  Nope didn't happen so Jo and I decided to have chicken fried steak, corn and mashed potatoes.  Quick easy and conforting, we also each got a pint of our favorite ice cream.  pretty good right?  well we get home and we have many people.  So I try to start dinner, I burnt the garlic, pizza for the kids and others who wonder through the door, the butter for the gravy, and forgot to put the ice cream away.  If you know me you know that I like soft ice cream, but this was soup.   This was not my night!  I think it is time for bed!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dream land I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-2668965364901772016?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2668965364901772016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-had-very-busy-week-and-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2668965364901772016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/2668965364901772016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-had-very-busy-week-and-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-3179602932064259957</id><published>2009-09-08T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:30:19.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am  a bit computer challenged.  But the last couple of months have made being online and doing anything with the computer very hard.  About 2 0r 3 months age our Internet at home started to be very intermittent.  My dad finally got help and we were told that we needed a new router.  So off to best buy he goes, gets what ever they tell him he needs and brings it home.  There it sits for about a week while my parents keep looking at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my VERY computer illiterate father decides he can install it.    Umm did I ever tell you that my dad has severe memory issues?   So he goes and installs it and the desktop is working great!  Yea Dad.  Now can we get on the Internet?   Nope, not any of the lap tops can.  So another week or so goes by and still no one can get on.  I have had a hard time at work with the computer, fan printer, and basically anything that takes electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I am fed up with all electrical thingies.  I will master the Internet issue!  So I start tinkering, and running diagnosis, and trying the factory password, then I try the password that My Dad reset it to.  Well he always uses my name because he thinks he would never forget it.  So off I go and typing my name, you know easy, I couldn't even mess that password up.  Nope, not it the password had to be 8 charters long and Faline is only 6 long.  So what now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on trying to guess what he renamed it to, so I reset it and started the installation process all over again and I got to choose the password.   Just to be a little shit to my Dear Dad I choose ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donotforget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now we are back on line and you all know our password so if I have this problem again I can get on somewhere and find it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my computer monitor at work has decided that it quit and will not turn on, so no computer there either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the computers have been hanging out with my kids too long, they follow directions about the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-3179602932064259957?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3179602932064259957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3179602932064259957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/3179602932064259957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back!!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-1284600695979987869</id><published>2009-08-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:54:59.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging, blogging, blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My daughter thinks that I have been neglecting my blog and that I have to blog this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; to make her happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wish that this was all it ever took to make her happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today was the first day of school.  I promised the kids that last night I would cook a real dinner.  Most of the time I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preppier&lt;/span&gt; some kind of dinner but I haven't been doing the "real" cooking.  You know the kind that takes 1 or 2 hours to make.  So I made them a real dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of food and it was fun to get home early enough to hang out and make dinner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.  (to be honest I made dinner while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prepped&lt;/span&gt; green beans)  but It was still fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had orange chicken, mashed potatoes, artichokes, and fresh green beans.  All favorite foods of the girls.  The other day I made applesauce so I also made applesauce desert. We had been  gifted 4 cases of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;green beans&lt;/span&gt;, so we have lots of green beans.  They are Josie's favorite food, she is in heaven, or will be once they are all processed and in the freezer.  Brianna's favorite food is artichokes, and we have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of those recently, so actually both girls were very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The applesauce desert I made last night was very yummy,  but the kids were so full of dinner that they didn't eat any last night.  So as a first day of school breakfast treat they got last nights dessert.   I love eating dessert for breakfast!  It just seems so bad for you, when in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realty&lt;/span&gt; it is much healthier than anything from a bakery or many of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cereals&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how to make applesauce dessert...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt; it is a family secret or so my Aunt says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First you get out a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casserole&lt;/span&gt; dish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; depending on how much you want decides the size.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have even made it in little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt; dishes for lunches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next you cover the bottom with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Graham&lt;/span&gt; crackers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;/span&gt; are the best and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piratically&lt;/span&gt; guilt free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then layer the applesauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I use homemade, I think the texture holds better and I like chunks in my applesauce.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides I know what is in it and I get to add what ever spice I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then comes the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sin full&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You layer a whip topping.  If I am making it to last for more than one serving I use the lite cool whip.   If I am making it for one night I use homemade whip cream, flavored with vanilla and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splenda&lt;/span&gt;.  But you get to decide how sinful you want it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now just repeat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the dish is full, then chill to set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So easy and so yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what I fed my daughters on the first day back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; they were getting a very guilty treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we loaded into the car I made them get back out to take a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;.  They were both very sassy about it.  Josie was sure me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snapping&lt;/span&gt; a pit or two would make her late for school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You know it is already 6:45 mom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SpdEfNByonI/AAAAAAAAADA/s6iIu4g_GNk/s1600-h/104_5662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374839983153783410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SpdEfNByonI/AAAAAAAAADA/s6iIu4g_GNk/s400/104_5662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the sassy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smarta&lt;/span&gt;** smile on Josie's face?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told them that we would not get into the car &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I had them smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now how do keep them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; like this each &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-1284600695979987869?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1284600695979987869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-blogging-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/1284600695979987869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/1284600695979987869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-blogging-blogging.html' title='blogging, blogging, blogging!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SpdEfNByonI/AAAAAAAAADA/s6iIu4g_GNk/s72-c/104_5662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7191960043444337951</id><published>2009-08-06T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:25:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over, so now it is back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past few months Brianna has been consumed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(well as consumed as a teenager with a boyfriend can be) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with raising her pig for the fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She has been showing pigs for the past 7 or 8 years with no real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Most of the time she would do well but it just was not outstanding.  This year was different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She did her project at the high school.  In the past she has had it at home with me or her father "supervising" her.  She decided she wanted it at school with her so she would be supervised by a teacher.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This seems to work for her!  She won Reserved Duroc &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt; Champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a very good thing.  For those of you who do not follow animal shows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; it is the second best hog in its breed for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaMWnq8LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RQWzUvtStBI/s1600-h/105_5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912180474802354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaMWnq8LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RQWzUvtStBI/s400/105_5636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her showing in her market class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt;, I am glad I got the picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I very seldom see this amount of concentration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaL3Ff9QI/AAAAAAAAACw/0bM79FBi4DQ/s1600-h/105_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912172009977090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaL3Ff9QI/AAAAAAAAACw/0bM79FBi4DQ/s400/105_5641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still in the ring and  paying attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaLs5iyCI/AAAAAAAAACo/7xhe4GI-iME/s1600-h/105_5650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912169275476002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaLs5iyCI/AAAAAAAAACo/7xhe4GI-iME/s400/105_5650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Auction Ring.  Never in my life have I seen her Smile here! &lt;br /&gt;She is always tearing up or in full blown melt down. &lt;br /&gt;She gets so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; that she normally makes herself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess why she is smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaLF6AcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/dQCbnOuj7yA/s1600-h/105_5651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912158808437090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaLF6AcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/dQCbnOuj7yA/s400/105_5651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and read the top line of the board. &lt;br /&gt;Do you see it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$8.00 a pound. &lt;br /&gt;She is still on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt; Normally she has a very big bill to pay her father back for.&lt;br /&gt;So she doesn't get much of it, but this year she only has about $700 into the project, meaning she has a good amount left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the plans are a brewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your teen do with about $1300?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall wait and see what she decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7191960043444337951?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7191960043444337951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-over-so-now-it-is-back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7191960043444337951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7191960043444337951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-over-so-now-it-is-back-to-reality.html' title='It is over, so now it is back to reality'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SnsaMWnq8LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RQWzUvtStBI/s72-c/105_5636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6319116010230824724</id><published>2009-07-05T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:39:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER run!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;NOT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets start by saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clutz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hurt my wrist so we put into my brace and I managed to hurt it worse. So after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; we went to the ER. They took x-rays and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tweaked&lt;/span&gt; it back into place. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stuck waring a brace for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; of 2 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6319116010230824724?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6319116010230824724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/er-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6319116010230824724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6319116010230824724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/er-run.html' title='ER run!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4146985048611688298</id><published>2009-06-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:21:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone has read a book you can't put down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the good place to stop is at the end of the book or even series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm reading a couple series like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One is The Protectors. Some others are Nobodies Princess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and The Books of Pellinor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The books are all about females that are tyring to be warriers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In The protectors this girl named Kel, is going thought being a page,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;squire, and Knight as a girl. She looks up to someone named&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alana The Lioness. But she got to be a knight by posing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; to be a boy and fooling every one but the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; prince which she was a squire to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Nobodies Princess and The Books of Pellinor, they go about as girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being warriors and encounter many difficulties along the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing Away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4146985048611688298?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4146985048611688298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4146985048611688298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4146985048611688298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/books.html' title='Books!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6684192692847170811</id><published>2009-06-25T14:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:22:13.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home School Summer School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey its Josie. Okay, we all know that my moms &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; right...well she is. the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; this time is that my mom is now home schooling us for summer school. Shes doing this because she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want us to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; dumb over the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we were doing our work and my mom found some stats and state capital cards. She thought it would be a good idea to see if we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; all of our state &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;capitals&lt;/span&gt;. The only problem is that we don't remember learning them.(We as in being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; and I.) Our dad have been working on us learning our state capitals for years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we started by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reviewing&lt;/span&gt; and see how many we knew. I knew 30 on the first try, and Brianna got 10. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right my 15 year old&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 10th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sister only knew 10 of her state capitals!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today we did them again. I got 35 to 45 and Brianna knew 42 to 44. you can see she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; improved. and I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a hard time of remembering. Now you know how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; people have different ways of remembering things. For me its way weird. I remember by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; sayings and songs. And my mom and ants give me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; hints that I get and my sister just stares and gets a blank look on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I have to get back to home school summer school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bai&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing Away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6684192692847170811?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6684192692847170811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-798090200800867</id><published>2009-06-25T14:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:52:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-798090200800867?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/798090200800867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-5563561104150846423?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5563561104150846423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5563561104150846423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5563561104150846423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-5870771587985914529</id><published>2009-06-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:52:31.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Sorry for everything being kinda backwards, this was my first time inserting pics,&lt;br /&gt;so I am still learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAyGCtXI/AAAAAAAAACY/CbfGWBthkdc/s1600-h/103_5377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351025138181780850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAyGCtXI/AAAAAAAAACY/CbfGWBthkdc/s400/103_5377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The seagulls who thought they were invited to dinner! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAh0VfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qhLqme1bfvQ/s1600-h/103_5393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351025133812546738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAh0VfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qhLqme1bfvQ/s400/103_5393.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabric that we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; for my next quilt, I think it is number 5 on the to do list. I hope to get it before I don't like the fabric anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAY1HSNI/AAAAAAAAACI/AZJrcy9GpPU/s1600-h/103_5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351025131399891154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAY1HSNI/AAAAAAAAACI/AZJrcy9GpPU/s400/103_5388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the sign to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carpinteria&lt;/span&gt; beach and park. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKo_s6cWfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z5ImmGO2EnI/s1600-h/103_5374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351025119611083250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKo_s6cWfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z5ImmGO2EnI/s400/103_5374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the street in front of the quilt shop in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pismo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moms to busy to blog so she is having me blog as my writing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assignment for my at home summer school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago my mom and I went on a road trip to Santa Barbra. We went on the quilt run(Its where you go from north county to south county, stopping at prearranged quilt shops and you get put in your name for a drawing of fun stuff to win. ) We went down south and hit The Creation Station. It was so much fun! Because they were a bowling alley before they had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling. Every thing was bowling theme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went down to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carpinteria&lt;/span&gt; and what should be a 30 minuet drive took about an hour and a half. Did you know that the freeway is NOT a parking LOT!!!!! Many people that day did not!By the time we got to the last store they were waiting for us and anybody else that called saying they got stuck in traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a lot of quilt shops like 15 or so. So by the end of the day we just wanted to chill out so we ended up getting a sandwich and went to the beach to eat. This was not a good idea. There was seagulls at the beach and I am afraid of seagulls. We made it through and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351025124499695746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKo__H-qII/AAAAAAAAACA/Eft4MrDHSDU/s400/103_5380.JPG" /&gt;Help the seagulls are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attacking&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home we went shopping one of a girls best friend. And we got fabric form the shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had tons of fun, so here are some pics of our trip. Hope you enjoy them too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dancing Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-5870771587985914529?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5870771587985914529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5870771587985914529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/5870771587985914529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SkKpAyGCtXI/AAAAAAAAACY/CbfGWBthkdc/s72-c/103_5377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6585553003135678436</id><published>2009-06-15T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:24:23.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Dancing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After many long months of learning new dances, endless rehersals, and never having some chill time with Josie, we are done (for now).   We have had a few crazy days, making costumes, helping the kids fine tune their dances and finding all the peices that have ran away, because of corse they were put safety where they belong.  It is all over now, and was totally worth it!  Our little performers put on an awsome show!  In the last year our studio was split due to opening another one about 25 miles away.  So that means our kids get alot of personal time, and are involved in each number(well maybe not each one, there was 5 or 6 they weren't in).  So here are some pics that my very old camera managed to take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcajNPxpqI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nmckgi2bxs8/s1600-h/102_5418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347772274679326370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcajNPxpqI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nmckgi2bxs8/s400/102_5418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the 5 girls that Josie dances with the most.  Can you tell which one is Jo? &lt;br /&gt;Yep, the tall blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcaYvWHr9I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qcbgb8Nw-yY/s1600-h/102_5420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347772094854180818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 301px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcaYvWHr9I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qcbgb8Nw-yY/s400/102_5420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is doing her turny things! &lt;br /&gt;One day I might learn how to spell it so I can really tell you what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcaQDpKv4I/AAAAAAAAABg/EYyadhcORns/s1600-h/102_5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771945683959682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 285px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcaQDpKv4I/AAAAAAAAABg/EYyadhcORns/s400/102_5421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is another cool pic.  This dance is called "Tell me Something I Don't Know"&lt;br /&gt;The two in this pic are Josie and Senica.  Together they chorigraphed most of the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcaFlHTIaI/AAAAAAAAABY/9M3U47Tanu4/s1600-h/102_5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771765690147234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 295px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcaFlHTIaI/AAAAAAAAABY/9M3U47Tanu4/s400/102_5428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Josie is in her Very classical Ballet number.  It was very graceful. &lt;br /&gt;Such a change from her other stuff.  She was so proud to be in this number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I loved seeing her dance this!  She is so tall that her lines are just so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josie and Seneca agian!  So beautiful!  Tonight was the first time I ever saw this dance.  It is a more modern ballet number.  So Pretty!  I had to keep reminding myself to take pic. I just kept getting caught up in the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcZu1FacvI/AAAAAAAAABI/j0cAyJxDIdk/s1600-h/102_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771374840214258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 301px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcZu1FacvI/AAAAAAAAABI/j0cAyJxDIdk/s400/102_5444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More from the same dance.  See the look on Josie's face? &lt;br /&gt;No fear, just simple joy.  She is so confertable on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcZkSweQZI/AAAAAAAAABA/6Ru7K3bNJGQ/s1600-h/102_5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771193826886034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcZkSweQZI/AAAAAAAAABA/6Ru7K3bNJGQ/s400/102_5453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last song of the night!  Look at how they are still smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcZbt3KbrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/itAVErvalr0/s1600-h/102_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771046483881650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 281px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcZbt3KbrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/itAVErvalr0/s400/102_5455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our Wonderful, and tallented Directior Julie.&lt;br /&gt;Yes she gets up there and performs with the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the awsome performance we had tonight.  We are very lucky to have a determind group of parents, kids and staff who put on a great show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to be given the task of selling flowers, so I got to see most of the show.  We sell flowers for the dancers as a fund raiser, and I had to fight for the ones that went to the teachers and my girls, so next time I need to remember more flowers!  I think the more I have the more I will sell, so yes I need to bring more flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see some super cute pics of my niece Audrey in the same show check out &lt;a href="http://simplysoares.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen's blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6585553003135678436?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6585553003135678436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-got-all-but-one-of-josies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6585553003135678436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6585553003135678436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-got-all-but-one-of-josies.html' title='We are Dancing!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjcajNPxpqI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nmckgi2bxs8/s72-c/102_5418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-707431127285944858</id><published>2009-06-12T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:32:27.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Terrriors....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjKds3zG3YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yR_WNYkP6vQ/s1600-h/103_5394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346509101860314498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjKds3zG3YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yR_WNYkP6vQ/s320/103_5394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Josie dosen't kill me for sharing her little secret, but she had night terriors as a little girl. So MY solution was for her to sleep with me. At 13 it is a little old for her to be in the same bed as me, but I need my sleep, so our solution was for us to share a room. It works pretty well, she goes to sleep pretty fast and sleeps the sleep of the dead, so as long as she is asleep I can do anything and it won't bother her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well last week we went to go get her point shoes. She was so exited! She has worked very hard and long for this. When we got home and she was sharing them, my sister thought it would be fun to tease her about "hiding" or "taking" them. Josie went along with it and it didn't bother her. Or so I thought. That night we had a night terror. I don't know if you have experience it before, but she starts screaming, sobbing, and seems to be wide awake but dosn't see or hear you. In her dream someone stole her shoes and there were no more anywhere so she never got to go up on point. After a long while of not being able to wake her out of it I found a solution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you see what finally made her go back to a peaceful sleep?  Yep, she slept with her shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-707431127285944858?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/707431127285944858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-terrriors_12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/707431127285944858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/707431127285944858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-terrriors_12.html' title='Night Terrriors....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otKsrfNhszE/SjKds3zG3YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yR_WNYkP6vQ/s72-c/103_5394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-106743750360217709</id><published>2009-06-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:10:12.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Terrriors....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-106743750360217709?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/106743750360217709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-terrriors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/106743750360217709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/106743750360217709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-terrriors.html' title='Night Terrriors....'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7213289633104750616</id><published>2009-06-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:45:35.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they were so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so tonight Andrew came with us to babysit Nathaniel and Audrey. it  was bed time and Audrey  wanted Andrew to read her a story. Not just any story but Skippy John Jones.  The thing about this book is that it works best when two people read it so Josie and Andrew read the story together. it was so cute to watch and lisson to!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  love always&lt;br /&gt;                       Bri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7213289633104750616?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7213289633104750616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-were-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7213289633104750616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7213289633104750616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-were-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-4221851759488525095</id><published>2009-06-07T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:22:07.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet bri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hi!!! My name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brianna&lt;/span&gt; but I go by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;. I want to tell you a little bit about me and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I think that you should know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; with friends, family, or my animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I spend a lot of time helping my school band. You know taking the instruments out to the field or loading the truck for the a big band concert. Making sure that they remember their music or checking to see if their tie is strait. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; to them complain about the song that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; have to play for graduation next week. Giving in to help them set up for that. The reason that I get roped into helping so much is that my boyfriend and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; of my other friends are in band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not at  the  band room or the current band event &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at the pig pens. I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Duroc&lt;/span&gt; gilt. In case you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what that means, it means that she is red and a girl. She takes up a lot of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;If I have the time I like to go and watch a movie with my boyfriend(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;). He is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jr.&lt;/span&gt; at M.B.H.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Still I find time to hang out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;(that my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;introduced&lt;/span&gt; you to) and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; my other friends. and i stay up to date with all of my school stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; that I forgot to tell you that I am a freshman at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mbhs&lt;/span&gt; and that I am about to turn 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   love always,&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-4221851759488525095?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4221851759488525095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-bri.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4221851759488525095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/4221851759488525095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-bri.html' title='meet bri!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-8870610671130460545</id><published>2009-06-06T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:38:47.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty busy but good day over all.  Warning:  I am tiered but exited so I can't sleep, but my internal editing tool all ready went to sleep so you might get more of me rambling than you asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got today off, so that I may go play the supporting role of mommy and Aunta.  We started the day trading cars with my parents so that I may take a few kids with me today.  We (the girls and I) left about 9:30 this morning started out to go get a few passengers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and picked up Audrey and Nathaniel.  Nathaniel is currently in his wheel chair (not his favorite thing) So I was very thankful that I had the van.  He has an oweiee on his little toe, so we have him in his chair so that nothing will be rubbing it and it might have a chance to heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped by and picked up Andrew (Brianna's Boyfriend)  went to go feed the pig, then off to S.L.O.  This was a very special part of the day.  My little ballerina (Jo.) went to go get her first pair of point shoes.  For her birthday (March 30th) she was given permission to go up on point, but with school and dance right after school and then she goes to her dads on the weekend, we just have not been able to schedule a trip to the dance shop for her shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all 5 kids went to get Josie's shoes.  It was so special.  She has been working toward this for 10 years.  It was great to see her achieve one of her dreams.  Audrey sat as close to her as possible, watching every fitting, I could just see the stars forming in her little mind.  I took some pics. but left the memory card at work, so I will edit them in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready to go, I remembered that I was just a few short blocks from a quilt shop that I wanted to go see.  This weekend the central coast is having their annual quilt run.  That is were a bunch of shops go in together and set up a challenge to us quilters.  We have three days to go see each store.  This is a lot of fun and in the past I have done this with my mom.  I was not planning on doing it this year, but I was so close I just had to go.  I got there and found out that their was only 11 shops in it.  I can do that, I was already at one, and later I would be right by another one, so I thought why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go to Morro Bay, it is the Jazz Festival weekend so our local Dance studio is performing.  I love that our studio is so involved in the local community.  It really gives the kids a chance to learn how to perform.  With their big show in a week it is really helpful.  The kids were great, looked after each other, helped to get everyone ready, and was just plan good.  I was just standing there, not having anything to do 'cuz the kids did it all, so our director asked me to introduce the dances.  I  am terrified of public speaking, can never seem to remember what I want to say, and Julie asked me to help her out.  So I agreed, and spent the next 20 min, staring at the dance order, making sure I knew who was in each dance and praying that I could get thru the show.  It all went off without a hitch, the kids performed beautifully, and I didn't stammer, ummm, or forget anything.  As crazy as all the things the kids do make me I really love to sit back and watch them.  Watching Audrey just work the audience with her sweet toothless smile is just too cute for words.  Josie is really starting to grow into her talent.  In one of her dances she ideally does 6 fuates (spin turns in a row, not stopping or putting her foot down)  she normally falls out of it early but today she completed it and didn't fall out.  Proud mama I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after 3 before I got to work and since we close at 5 it was a total day off.  Once we closed I took off to go get my card stamped at the rest of the local quilt shops.  I made it to three more before they closed at 7.  I only have 6 to do tomorrow.  I am really exited about this.  I love road trips. I love day trips, so tomorrow Josie and I will hit the quilt shops on our way down to Santa&lt;br /&gt;Barbra.  I wanted to make it a girl trip, but Brianna has finals next week, so she will spend the day with Matt, where she can get help with her math, science, and computer stuff that I can't do.  I will miss her, but this gives me time with Josie.  Lately Brianna has grown up so much and is pulling away that I really wanted her to come with me, but she is choosing to do school work so how can I stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen decide that Nat needed to go see the Dr. so his infection wont get worst, so as I drove by I stopped in to say hi.  He Loves getting visits while in the hospital, his little face just lit up.  Just cause I walked in.  Made me feel so loved, but at the same time sorry for Gretchen.  She is the one always there for him, and how often dose she get the full smile when she walks in the door.  She guards the door making sure no latex comes into the room, and he doesn't even notice.  I know he is just a child, and he dose remember a lot of the time, but is it enough to reaffirm what a great mom she is?  Dose she know how truly blessed he is to have her?   I know she gets a  lot of negativity and criticism from outside sources who are just ignorant, but their words and actions hurt a lot and I just hopes she knows that God chose her to be Nathaniels mom because she is so special and only someone worthy would be trusted to raise a very special gift as Nathaniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better be heading to sleep, Faline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-8870610671130460545?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8870610671130460545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8870610671130460545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8870610671130460545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-1124745540784659657</id><published>2009-06-04T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:57:01.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey, I'm Josie and I'm the artist of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do dance, singing, pigs, rabbits and I try to draw(I'm not that good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dancing takes up about most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance every day of the week except Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up spousaly at 6:45 in the morning except on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pigs and rabbits every day to take care of. Even though my mom handels the rabbits most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have time I try to draw. The key word in that sentence is try!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my life and I did not tell you every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-1124745540784659657?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1124745540784659657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/josie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/1124745540784659657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/1124745540784659657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/josie.html' title='Josie'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-6001227916701522120</id><published>2009-06-04T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:58:48.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>Today for lunch I was going to have one of my favorite lunchs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple slices and peanut butter.  My dear Audrey asked if she could have some apples.  Sure, I cut up three this morrning.  I go to get my apples and I only have three slices left.  So now I am having peanut butter for lunch.  Very Yummy fresh ground (milled?) peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you ever eat peanut butter right out of the jar?  'Cuz we do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-6001227916701522120?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6001227916701522120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6001227916701522120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/6001227916701522120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-7063359132184946854</id><published>2009-06-02T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:01:33.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so &lt;strong&gt;EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt; that we finally got a blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have been begging for one for awhile now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just changed the background..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's see how long it takes Mommy to figure that out! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't wait to think of more things to tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt; away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-7063359132184946854?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7063359132184946854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-excited-that-we-finally-got.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7063359132184946854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/7063359132184946854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-excited-that-we-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265293958454953785.post-8143732460074916644</id><published>2009-05-29T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:00:34.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;After many months of my kids wanting to have a blog I broke down and here we are. This will ideally be updated by all 3 of us, but we all know how this might end.... me doing all the blogging, but who knows and I'm giving it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faline&lt;/span&gt; and I am blessed with Brianna 14 and Josie 13. I am in business with my sister-in -Law, Gretchen, and we have a children's resale boutique. Brianna is a freshman at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Morro&lt;/span&gt; Bay High School, and very involved with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt; chapter there. She is the sweetest, happiest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hyperest&lt;/span&gt;, morning person teenager I know. Josie is in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade at Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Osos&lt;/span&gt; Middle School and a very into arts. She loves creating and performing many different things. She is a bit more moody than her sister, but a joy to me because of it. I hope you will get to meet each of them sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aunta&lt;/span&gt; in my family....So I claim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of kids. Here is a list of the local ones that might (will) end up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Nathaniel (8) and Audrey (6): They are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew, I am with them almost daily as I own a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; with their mother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/span&gt;, so they are at work with us very often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Dominick (5) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; (3). These two monkeys are my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;brother's children. They come stay with us (one day I will explain "us") every other week, so they are with me a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Angie (15) and Tommy (13): These two are my cousin's children from his first marriage. They are with him part of the time.  These two go to the same schools as my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Georgia (5) and Kathleen (3): These are my cousin's girls from his current wife, they live next door and so they are around a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;I also might refer to the twins. They are Dominick and Georgia, they are a week apart, have blond hair blue eyes and have spent most of their life together, so sometimes they act more like siblings than cousins. I spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time watching both of them when they were little and so I call them my twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;I think that wraps up the local kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; you will get to meet one of the girls next, well as soon as I tell them we have a blog...That will have to wait until they to get home from daddy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; next time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Faline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265293958454953785-8143732460074916644?l=3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8143732460074916644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8143732460074916644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265293958454953785/posts/default/8143732460074916644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3gallaghergirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Faline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745452509305436114</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/_otKsrfNhszE/SiFaY-ML21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-R4sJ_RFhkE/S220/DSC_0773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
