<?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-286558937031760828</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:26:36.006-06:00</updated><category term='slice of life'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='Cabin'/><category term='40th'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='school'/><category term='Scrapbook'/><category term='random thought'/><category term='40th.'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Random View</title><subtitle type='html'>Views from the life of a working mom with 2 boys.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7398302200292614171</id><published>2011-10-13T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:23:47.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School happenings</title><content type='html'>I love hearing bits and pieces of conversations from the children when I drop the boys off. Mostly I hear them at Jamison’s because I walk in with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture day came to preschool and we spent the night before deciding which colorful t-shirt we are going to wear. We decided on the green one with a dragon after much debate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked in on picture day we see all the little girls wearing their prettiest dresses. Then our friend Andre comes in behind us and he is wearing dress pants and an argyle sweater vest. Another little boy is wearing dress pants, button down shirt and a tie. He looks at Jamison and says “Jamison it is picture day what are you doing.” Jamison says “I’m going with this look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we walk in and hear “All I heard yesterday was Jamison, Jamison, Jamison.” I can’t see who is talking or who they are talking to. I look at Jamison and say “That better be a good thing or there had better be another little person named Jamison.” (Sunday School has a little girl named Jameson.) Linda the teacher says “It’s a good thing.” The mom turns and said “Yes my girls really like Jamison and they want him to come have a play date.” Jamison said “I could come over after school today. How about that?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to watch him all the time with those little girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7398302200292614171?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7398302200292614171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7398302200292614171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7398302200292614171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7398302200292614171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-happenings.html' title='School happenings'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1949082227708559369</id><published>2011-09-12T16:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:27:55.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Best</title><content type='html'>I finished a ½ marathon on Saturday. I averaged 16 min per mile and finished in 3 hours and 34 minutes. This is a personal best. Of course, this was my first ½ marathon so any time would be my personal best. Now I know some are looking and saying that’s not very fast but I was walking not running and I think darn good. So keep any negative comments to your self unless you have completed one and you did better than I did. No even if you did complete one, be quite and let me ride on my personal high! Next year I will do better than 30th place. I have a goal for next year of finishing in the TOP half not the bottom. Do you want to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1949082227708559369?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1949082227708559369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1949082227708559369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1949082227708559369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1949082227708559369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-personal-best.html' title='My Personal Best'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6230400947270195501</id><published>2011-08-24T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:30:04.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Jamison</title><content type='html'>I came home from Girl’s Night and asked Jamison how school was here is what he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mama, I have the girl I am going to marry and it isn’t Ella.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me “She’s from Preschool?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s her name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know her name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t know her name? Then why are you going to marry her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She asked me to and I like her so I said yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t we wish life could be this simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6230400947270195501?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6230400947270195501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6230400947270195501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6230400947270195501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6230400947270195501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/08/conversation-with-jamison.html' title='Conversation with Jamison'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-9162639642024321600</id><published>2011-08-15T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:18:17.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>This weekend our family became part of the Guinness Book of World Records! It was a long hard road to get there but we did it. I am so proud of our never give up attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how we did it. We drove to the ice rink on Saturday at 10 a.m., where we sat visiting and checking out a couple snakes for an hour. During this time, about 650 more people joined us. Then at 11, we sat through the best part of Chemistry class. You know that part, where you mix things and they bubble out of the test tubes. Or, they explode we even saw fire balls in the air thanks to Hydrogen and Carbon dioxide mixed with a little heat. For the finale, they combined Nitrogen, a giant garbage can and 2,880 ping pong balls to give us a bang followed by an shower of ping pong balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was, only around 650 people we thought our chances of winning one of the 5 Ipad 2s that they were giving away were pretty good. At last, we are still without the elusive Ipad not that they didn’t get extremely close to our numbers they were only 11 away from my number and 3 from Jamison’s. If they would have just been dyslexic and called 2087 instead of 2078 we would have one. Make sure you buy the book so you can see us in there under the Largest Chemistry lesson given. Thanks, Grout for an entertaining morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-9162639642024321600?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/9162639642024321600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=9162639642024321600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/9162639642024321600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/9162639642024321600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-accomplishment.html' title='Great Accomplishment'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6545727981645666910</id><published>2011-04-05T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:40:52.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise</title><content type='html'>Campbell I promise to have your quilt done by my birthday!  I have been working on this quilt for over a year.  Not daily!  Off and on with a lot of OFF.  My loving brother met Mary at a gas station in Des Moines on Friday to get it for me.  Thank you Dirk! Now I have to do the binding and then it is complete.  So my promise and I want all of you to hold me to it is that I will have this quilt done on or before May 3rd.  I really wanted to do quilts for my nephews for their graduations but I realize that I might keel over with the time frame I would be under.  They might have got them for their collage graduation.  Maybe if I start now on Abby's I could get it done.  I always get nervous on each step.  The cutting especially and then the backing was horrible on Campbell's.  Not that it is ugly and I did a bad job.  Just me sitting down to actually do it.  I had the backing since September.  I could have done it a long time ago.  But one of these days I might actually use my craft room for projects such as these.  Remember May 3rd quilt will be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6545727981645666910?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6545727981645666910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6545727981645666910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6545727981645666910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6545727981645666910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-promise.html' title='I Promise'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7960484783150113395</id><published>2011-03-25T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:38:19.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crafty World</title><content type='html'>I went on my 3rd annual quilt retreat with my friend Natalie at the beginning of the month.  Can I tell  you how much I love these ladies,  besides them giving you valuable tips there are a couple of sets that give me a glimpse of what I am going to be like when I am older.  (Some of you should be scared.) Natalie will be taking care of me like Rose takes care of Phyllis.  I still haven’t figured out which one is Natalie and which one I am but Cindy and Mickey sure do remind me of us too.  Cindy was missing this year so we only had one part of the comedy team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought 7 projects to work on at the retreat.  One I had started at the retreat last year so it is high time I got that quilt done.  Campbell will be excited when it comes back and he can put it on his bed because as we speak it is being quilted.  I had another quilt to work on too but I decided to try to complete the other projects before working on that.  I had the apron cut out except for the ties.  I cut them out and sewed the apron together and that was my first PROJECT DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell’s quilt back was my 2nd PROJECT DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Christmas purse that I had to complete the handles and put grommets in so it looks more like a sack purse.  It was voted that the grommets made the purse in the picture look cheap so I should leave them off. Handles were put on and  PROJECT DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted a little purse for golfing.  I had a pattern that used a fat quarter.  PROJECT DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a two hour Tulip Purse pattern that I want to use for my camera bag.  But I wanted to actually make the purse before I decided.  I bought Easter fabric for my test project.   This was perfect since the purse looks like an Easter basket.  After a few set backs PROJECT DONE.   Now a few tweaks to the pattern and I should have a nice camera bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this really cool quilt tote that is all cut out but boy do I have problems with the instructions so this project was out and then put away 3 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home and showed the boys what was made Jamison wanted an apron too.  So that Monday night him and I whipped one up.  Okay he watched for a while asking what he could do to help.  I supervised him ironing and then he pressed the foot pedel for a little bit before he was bored.    I love his almost as much as I do mine.  But they both need to be longer ones.  I think I can make those too.   We will see one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7960484783150113395?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7960484783150113395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7960484783150113395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7960484783150113395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7960484783150113395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-crafty-world.html' title='My Crafty World'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2319608153070987796</id><published>2011-02-23T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:54:09.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Age Has Struck</title><content type='html'>Brian that is, not me.   Last Wednesday, I get home and the garage door is wide open.   This only happens in the winter time when Brian knows that I am coming home in about 5 minutes.   I walk in and Brian is starting dinner.  In our “how was your day conversation?” he tells me that he just picked up Jamison.  It is six and daycare closes at 5:30.   He was talking to a friend and thought it looked like it was 5 out when it was really 5:30 so he had to call daycare and tell her that he would be late.  Jamison took it in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to yesterday.  I get a call from Jamison’s preschool teacher at 3:45 that Jamison is still there.  I fly over to pick him up and when I talk to Brian he said his dad was picking him up.  Must have thought he was picking him up at daycare.    Jamison told Brian “Thursday you need to pick me up early so I am at school the same amount of time.”  This child is smarter than he lets me think!   I really hope he doesn’t start getting a complex.  He seems to be the one we forget.  He hasn’t ever been left somewhere where the police get involved but as it gets more frequent I begin to wonder.  This child is a talker so how do we keep doing this?   And yes, these two times are not the first.  I will swear up and down that the 1st time was Brian’s fault too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2319608153070987796?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2319608153070987796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2319608153070987796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2319608153070987796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2319608153070987796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-age-has-struck.html' title='Old Age Has Struck'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4608259114420743937</id><published>2011-02-10T17:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:18:55.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inanimate objects do not move</title><content type='html'>I know this seems obvious to all of us but Jamison is having a problem with this lately.   You will remember a few posts ago how the swing won.  Well, last week he ran in to the banister for our stairs.  The banister has been there since before he was.  Then Monday morning we found out that he was 42 inches tall.   This was not met with excitement it was found out by crying and tears and sobbing breaths.  Jamison came running out to eat his breakfast and smacked into the edge of the bar countertop.  Just last week he was tall enough to still stand up under it and barely brush the top of his hair on it. Not on Monday.  He was tall enough to put a scratch on his head and need ice while he ate breakfast.  Not even Mom kisses could handle this one.   It was ice and dad tsking that did it.  Plus the mention of "If you did that you must be tall enough to ride the roller coaster at Adventureland!"  "Yeah dad I must be let's go this weekend!   I'll scream like a girl."   Crisis over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4608259114420743937?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4608259114420743937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4608259114420743937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4608259114420743937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4608259114420743937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/02/inanimate-objects-do-not-move.html' title='Inanimate objects do not move'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8282152226002384620</id><published>2011-02-03T11:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:18:42.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>I do not think Brian realizes how obsessed I am with getting my craft room done.  I would let my family go on vacation with out me for a week. I would even let them go to Disneyland without me if I could work on it without interruption, not Disney World but Disneyland.  However, I can’t do that yet because my husband won’t go pick up my countertop.  Darn winter blizzards and snowmobile trips.&lt;br /&gt; At any given moment, my brain is laying out ways that I can organize this room.  How should I store this?  How about that?  These questions are going through my head continuously.  I can’t get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night because my brain will wake up and start plotting. I think I will be obsessed with this room until it is done now that it is so close to being completed.   If I had more time built up in my time off pool, I would take a day to get it straightened out and then I would create and create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8282152226002384620?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8282152226002384620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8282152226002384620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8282152226002384620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8282152226002384620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/02/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2156085065934360935</id><published>2011-01-20T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:38:37.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ORGANIZATION</title><content type='html'>I said this on Facebook and want to repeat it.  ORGANIZATION is my word of the year.  I am going to flush this out a little more here.  Sorry this might be of no interest to you but I have found that if I write things out I tend to get them done in a little more detail.  Every 2 months I am going to focus on one room and organize that to the best of my abilities and get everything in its place. If there is something that does not belong in that room that I can’t part with I will move it to a box in my spare room for 6 months and if I haven’t found a home for it by then it will be removed from the house.  I will be ruthless in throwing/giving things away that we don’t use anymore or have never used.   I will not buy unnecessary things just because I might use in the future.  I will spend 10 minutes every night picking up things out of place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the room I am starting with is my craft room since I will have the cupboard for that by Saturday.  Hopefully, I will get my counter top on Friday too.  It’s been ordered and hopefully it comes in this week.   Then Brian has to get to work on Sunday.  I want it done by Monday night so I can start filling the cupboards and maybe find the bed in my spare room (just in case it is needed). &lt;br /&gt; So help me out if you go shopping with me make sure I put nothing in my cart that is unnecessary or just make sure I put nothing in my cart.  I’ll keep you posted on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2156085065934360935?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2156085065934360935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2156085065934360935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2156085065934360935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2156085065934360935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/01/organization.html' title='ORGANIZATION'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3648482257092333641</id><published>2011-01-19T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:44:16.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Confession</title><content type='html'>Here it goes. . . I like some country music.  There I said it.  It is now out in the open.  Although I would still prefer to say I like Southern Rock. (I’m still in denial)  Those of you that have known me for a while will remember me saying “Country is so twangy, it hurts my ears.”  And I still don’t like the twangy Country.  The kind I like are the ones that boarder on Rock/Rap and Country. Artists like Big &amp;amp; Rich, The Zac Brown Band, Gretchen Wilson, Carrie Underwood and Christian Kane.  I REALLY like Christian Kane!   The Zac Brown Band song “Toes” has me thinking of Cancun and big margaritas.  Check them out and I think you might add at least one song to your iPod too.   But make sure you can download the cover too so you can stare at Christian Kane while he sings to you.  Just remember me if you ever have a chance to go see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3648482257092333641?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3648482257092333641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3648482257092333641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3648482257092333641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3648482257092333641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-confession.html' title='I Have a Confession'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3030667256221548523</id><published>2010-12-11T20:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:04:31.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I fought the swing and it won</title><content type='html'>Jamison came home from preschool on Thursday looking like a cat beat him up.&amp;#160; But no he tried to jump out of the swing before it came to a complete stop. He face planted in the gravel underneath it.&amp;#160; He was hamming it up when I was taking pictures that night.&amp;#160; Looks like a little angel here and we so know that isn’t true.&amp;#160; We already had to call Santa once.&amp;#160; I also was ready to give him away a couple nights ago.&amp;#160; I know it is the nights he doesn’t have a nap but I have one so my patience shouldn’t be that short.&amp;#160; One thing I will be working on next year.&amp;#160;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/TQQtrTTIwmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SQbQmFRrS2k/s1600-h/IMG_1317%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1317" border="0" alt="IMG_1317" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/TQQtrrd6y-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/dQDfnUu1heY/IMG_1317_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3030667256221548523?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3030667256221548523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3030667256221548523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3030667256221548523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3030667256221548523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-fought-swing-and-it-won.html' title='I fought the swing and it won'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/TQQtrrd6y-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/dQDfnUu1heY/s72-c/IMG_1317_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-597605484436977490</id><published>2010-10-14T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:48:15.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10-10-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/TLfO_NhLEkI/AAAAAAAAANw/eFZjb9n16k8/s1600-h/133%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="133" border="0" alt="133" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/TLfO_hpV1zI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yQ9SLcfm2QY/133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We actually had a beautiful day where we didn’t have much on our schedule.&amp;#160; Family pictures at 5 but most of the day free.&amp;#160; After getting errands done like grocery shopping and breakfast at McDonalds we headed out to the in-laws homestead for a little recreational play.&amp;#160; Campbell and Brian rode motorcycles while Jamison swung in the swing.&amp;#160; Me I spent my time taking pictures of the cutest kids in the world.&amp;#160; And look at how Campbell looks on the motorcycle.&amp;#160; He doesn’t like to ride a regular bike and we can’t take the training wheels off that but he can move on the motorcycle and I bet if I would have been in the back of the track he was taking the little jumps too.&amp;#160; I loved the weather and we are so blessed to have 80s and 90s in October.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-597605484436977490?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/597605484436977490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=597605484436977490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/597605484436977490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/597605484436977490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-10-10.html' title='10-10-10'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/TLfO_hpV1zI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yQ9SLcfm2QY/s72-c/133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2856122010899598185</id><published>2010-09-30T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:49:23.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 30</title><content type='html'>Oh I am so beginning to hate Tuesdays and Thursdays.  The good thing to look forward to is my main floor will be clean today.  THANK YOU PATTY!!   Why then do I hate Tuesdays and Thursday, because these are the days Jamison now goes to pre-school.  These are the mornings that we have to make sure he eats more than two bites of breakfast at our house because he won’t have the chance to eat a second breakfast.  These are the days I get to drag him into the classroom to see one little boy clinging to his dad’s neck with tears running down his face.  Then we have another little boy screaming and crying that is trying to get out to catch up to the caregiver that dropped him off.  These are the days that I now have him clinging to my leg or next telling me not to go that he will miss me that he doesn’t like pre-school as tears now run down his face.  Ever day we go it gets worse but I keep hoping it will be better.  I keep reminding my self that this is only the 5th day of pre-school.  Then again, these are now the days that I am at work until 5:45 because I don’t get out of the school until 9:00.  Today I sat him on the floor with a book and pillow in his lap (hoping this would give me a head start) as I ran out the door.  I pulled the door shut on his tear soaked face and for the rest of the morning I hear the echo of “But I love my mama.”  Yes, it breaks my heart.  Yes, I want to cry and have a drink before I go into work.  Yes, I want to ask the dad that has the same thing happen is it easier as a dad?  If it is Brian is taking him on Tuesday you can believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2856122010899598185?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2856122010899598185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2856122010899598185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2856122010899598185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2856122010899598185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/09/sept-30.html' title='Sept 30'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5359997190552548185</id><published>2010-09-20T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:55:46.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 14</title><content type='html'>Jamison started preschool today.  He is too little to go to school.  I think I need to go get him back and just sit on the couch holding him!  They can't grow up this fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5359997190552548185?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5359997190552548185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5359997190552548185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5359997190552548185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5359997190552548185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-14.html' title='September 14'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3398858880109152200</id><published>2010-08-26T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:03:47.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/ Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Today I am happy!  Campbell is in Second grade and we are now back on the school schedule of being in bed by 9.  I get 2 hours of peace. I get 2 hours to do what I want.  I get 2 hours to talk to Brian without interruptions (if Brian stays awake that is).  I get 2 hours to watch a movie if I want.  I love the school schedule for this little break from being a mom at nights.  I wonder what I will do at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sad!  Campbell is in Second grade and we are now back on the school schedule of going into work at 9.  Working 9 to 5:30 and being the only one in my department for the last hour of the day.  Natalie has switched her schedule to part time.  I'm Jealous and yes with a capital J!  So today I am happy but sad too.  I haven't decided which one will stick around the longest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3398858880109152200?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3398858880109152200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3398858880109152200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3398858880109152200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3398858880109152200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-sad-day.html' title='Happy/ Sad Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8395002187257077112</id><published>2010-08-26T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:57:49.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Results</title><content type='html'>I know you guys have been on pins and needles to see how my unexpected day of leisure came out.  What did I do you asked?   First I did business.  I took all our cans back,   $15.15 for spending.  Then I signed up for the sewing class I wanted to take.  September 25 I am going to learn how to Free Motion Sew, I hope.  Right now I am the only person that is registered so I hope they don’t cancel.  There is a home Iowa game that weekend so I will need to find someone to watch the boys.  Wonder what my mom is doing that weekend?  I went and wandered Hobby Lobby after trying to have lunch with my husband, but he was busy.  I had lunch outside and read a book while eating (Plan B).  After lunch I had 3 hours before I had to go to the Chiropractor so I worked on Campbell’s quilt.  I have all the rows done now I just have to sew them together.  I won’t have the top done by his birthday but I should have it done by the beginning of September.  Brian came home and we went out for supper at the Smoke Shack (new restaurant I can now take off my list).  During supper he got a phone call (Surprise!) it was his parents and Jamison threw up twice so they are bringing the boys back to us.  We then took a trip to Walmart to get our groceries that we hadn’t gotten during the weekend and went home to watch some TV without interruptions until the boys came back from Madison.  I will take more days like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8395002187257077112?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8395002187257077112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8395002187257077112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8395002187257077112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8395002187257077112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-results.html' title='Monday Results'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6426936758679816329</id><published>2010-08-16T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:16:14.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How did this happen?</title><content type='html'>On Friday I saw that Monday was still supposed to be gorgeous and took the day off.  So I told Brian and the boys Friday night.  Went on our happy way this weekend.  Yesterday Brian says at lunch, "mom and dad are going to Madison tomorrow and taking Campbell."  Lorraine says "we can take Jamison too if Campbell goes Jamison should too."  Halloo, did I not say I have Monday off to spend with the boys.  So here I sit with the boys on the way to Madison and me not knowing what to do first.  Go out side and read? Actually get some work done? Play on my sewing machine (I do still have Campbell's quilt to finish.) or go bum around the craft shops.  I went to exercise at 5:30 this morning so all are possibilities.  And I might have a date night because they are staying over night.  I told Brian to call me if he wants to do something and I will see if I am available.  Now off to the adventures I can have. I'll let you know what I decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6426936758679816329?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6426936758679816329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6426936758679816329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6426936758679816329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6426936758679816329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How did this happen?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4219793202629519277</id><published>2010-08-16T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:09:33.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Good Times</title><content type='html'>Jamison is officially fully potty trained!!  And for the ones that are saying "He's four he should have been along time ago"  I have to say "@# $@&amp;amp;^%!"  Anyway he is night trained (way easy) and poo trained as of yesterday!!  I am giving the last of my diapers away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4219793202629519277?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4219793202629519277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4219793202629519277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4219793202629519277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4219793202629519277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/08/celebrate-good-times.html' title='Celebrate Good Times'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4628719215925050196</id><published>2010-07-29T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:32:43.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 29</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Jamison, Sam and Eve.  Four years ago I was sitting in the hospital waiting for Jamison to come into the world.  How different our life would be if you weren’t here.  Campbell still might not be riding a bike.  I might be odd man out all the time. Now I have you to vote for spicy with me on occasion.  We didn’t know your name but KAYAK was on the list because who knows you could have looked like a Kayak!  You are some thing kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4628719215925050196?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4628719215925050196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4628719215925050196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4628719215925050196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4628719215925050196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-29.html' title='JULY 29'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8765068573830656238</id><published>2010-07-29T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:32:17.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 24</title><content type='html'>How am I going to entertain 20 people at our house?  All the fun stuff is up at the cabin.  Speaking of the cabin there was 4 more inches of rain last night. YIKES!!  The Marina is flooded.  Some of our neighbors have water in their cabins.  The current is super strong and up the lake there is massive flooding.  This looks like it is going to be a bigger clean up than the flood of 2008.  The news says record flood stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay boys party without Brian we can handle. The kids will just mostly entertain themselves with something.  Deep breath. . . we can get through this.  We are having lunch meat sandwiches, fruit and chips for lunch (so we are hungry for cake).  Received a text from Brian – the DNR boat just floated by, he got some video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to open presents!  Campbell got a new Star Wars Lego Set.  Jamison got cars and a car wash.  Two Water guns each, we will have fun trying those out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Shawn, Dirk and Nathan went up to see the Lake while Andrea and I took the kids to play miniature golf.  We had a great time at Lost Island but I have never seen a miniature golf course this busy in my life.  Usually we are the only ones on them and this one had people on every other hole.  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Delhi Dam just broke.  Soon no more water in the lake just a 7 mile mud flat.  Our water crafts are all still there but have some damage.  Our retaining wall caved and we now have a foot wide fission in our yard.  No lake for the foreseeable future, hmmm what are we going to do on the weekends? &lt;br /&gt; Birthday party successful.  Lake Delhi no more.  Happy but sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8765068573830656238?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8765068573830656238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8765068573830656238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8765068573830656238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8765068573830656238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-24.html' title='JULY 24'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5526246450977947023</id><published>2010-07-29T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:31:37.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 23</title><content type='html'>Happy (?) Birthday Brian!  Okay I know you don’t really care if you celebrate or not and today was NOT a good day.  You had to start the day fixing a flat tire on your truck.  Then you found out that Oelwein received 10 inches of rain Thursday night and that was flooding Lake Delhi.  After supper at Bishops you took my dad up to see what needed to be saved or could be.  With strong currents and large branches floating you recommended that no party be held at the cabin.  No sleep on this night.  No not a happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5526246450977947023?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5526246450977947023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5526246450977947023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5526246450977947023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5526246450977947023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-23.html' title='July 23'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5583413904132428230</id><published>2010-07-25T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:44:12.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 22</title><content type='html'>We just spent $200 on groceries for this weekend.  Could have been a lot more but we already have a lot at the cabin.   We should now have enough flotation devices for ever kid and half the adults that come this weekend. The boys didn't even complain about shopping because they new it was for the birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday shout out to Janet and Kathleen.  Hope it was a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5583413904132428230?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5583413904132428230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5583413904132428230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5583413904132428230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5583413904132428230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-22.html' title='July 22'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8618441883606778115</id><published>2010-07-13T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:41:29.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Black Bus</title><content type='html'>Coming home for the Creating Keepsakes Convention we stopped in Ankeny for supper.  After a very successful weekend we were happily tired and a little on the cash depleted side so we stopped at Burger King.  Now don't get me wrong BK is one of my all time favorite places to eat but memories are being made here and BK is not the background you would first choose for those memories.  Or so we thought.  We are sitting down with our meals in a window booth when I see a big black bus pull up.  Then about 30 guys getting out of the bus.  Based on the black school bus with the tinted window my first thought is prison work release.   No guards.  My next thought is Bachelor party but seriously would you stop at BK for that?  Again the memory thing.  Then they are all pretty much wearing jeans and t-shirts or khakis and polos, work crew that is just starting?  It is driving me crazy that I didn't ask.  Rachael puts a remark similar to this on Facebook.  "Heidi wanted to end our weekend partying with the guys on the big black bus but I said if we want to come back that might not be a good idea."  Great laugh and a great memory so maybe we should picture some of those memories at fast food restaurants.   Who knows maybe those guys in the big black bus already know that and were starting out the bachelor party there for that reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8618441883606778115?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8618441883606778115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8618441883606778115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8618441883606778115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8618441883606778115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-black-bus.html' title='The Big Black Bus'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8865513123144633974</id><published>2010-07-11T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:54:49.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CK Convention - Des Moines</title><content type='html'>This was such a great weekend.  I can't believe how much fun I had.  Most of my classes were wonderful.  I got to meet one of my favorite designers from Creating Keepsakes and my traveling companion was totally AWESOME.  We stayed at the Embassy Suite where you get free breakfast and free HAPPY HOUR every day.  The beds were so comfortable that if I wasn't so excited I could have slept until 8.   But excited I was so I was up sometime after 5.  Not sure when because the Alarm clocks at the Embassy Suite would be the only thing I complain about from this weekend.  1) We never figured out how to set the time so it was ahead by about an hour and a half.  2) The clock face didn't light up so you could not see it in the dark.  Now I know what you are thinking - There is a button for setting the clock.  If there was we did not find it.  We pushed every indent and button there was.  There was a button for Alarm set but no button that said clock or time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, about the convention.  If you are a scrapper or card maker you need to go to this next year.  Yes they are coming to Des Moines again next year.  You learn new techniques, you meet great people, you can shop in multiple stores all at one place.  I got to start 2 great mini albums that I can't wait to finish.  I did some layouts.  I made some cards.  I found out about some great products and got to see demos that helped me understand them better than if I would have just read about them in the magazine.  I also receive lots of free stuff!  I got the idea and product for the boys' birthday invitation which are now done and ready to mail.  I could gush for hours on how great this was.  So I want to thank Brian for not even hesitating about me going when I asked.  It was a weekend he had to work and daycare was closed but him and the boys didn't even miss me they had so much to do.  Thank you Rachael for going with me and if Kansas City was later I might have bugged you to sign up for that one too but I won't be ready for new techniques by October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8865513123144633974?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8865513123144633974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8865513123144633974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8865513123144633974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8865513123144633974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/07/ck-convention-des-moines.html' title='CK Convention - Des Moines'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3737627624043271409</id><published>2010-05-18T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:27:37.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy May</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to Nicole this afternoon and I said I would update mine if she updated hers.  She said she updated this morning. So here I am.  May is the best month with my birthday and mother's day the boys have to be nice to me all month.  It is also the busiest month for Brian.  He is cleaning an apartment right now.  AWWW.   But it put a damper on Girl's night out since he called 6 times (not one message) to see when I was coming home.  If you want me to call back on my cell phone leave a message.  If I see a missed call I won't return it, I will just delete because if you didn't leave a message you just wanted to check on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabin is now open for those of you with campers there are 3 camp sites with in 6 miles of our cabin so come on up and visit for a weekend.  We thought it was open the last weekend in August but we had a water line burst so Brian had to run a new line.  We thought they were drained but one wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison is going to stay with my mom and dad for a week on Sunday.  Everyday he has asked if we are going to Grandpa Peters today.  But I hope he isn't tired the day we go because when he is tired he clings to me and he won't go. Then he will just have to stay with me one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to say this time so I am signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3737627624043271409?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3737627624043271409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3737627624043271409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3737627624043271409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3737627624043271409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-may.html' title='Happy May'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7949215524247045544</id><published>2010-02-15T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:03:44.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 15</title><content type='html'>Disneyland here we come!  Yes I wish we were going to Florida but the weather in Florida is icky right now.  75 degrees today in California I will take that.  Have fun with the snow this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7949215524247045544?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7949215524247045544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7949215524247045544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7949215524247045544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7949215524247045544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-15.html' title='Feb 15'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-608959212401811734</id><published>2010-02-12T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:50:05.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 12</title><content type='html'>We just came home from the neighbor's and watching the Clone Wars.  Laurie is leaving tomorrow morning at 3 to fly to Washington D.C. but she is organized enough to invite the neighborhood over for pizza and the Clone Wars.  She is crazy!  I leave in 3 days and I was thinking I should be home to do laundry tonight.  Brian and I went out for drinks before, I think I was hoping that would take the edge off my panic.  Laurie is going by herself and doesn't have to pack for 4 people but does she have to make it look so easy?  She is like my SIL Roshonne who doesn't let things like that get to her.  I think I am but I also think I have some outside influences that ask too many questions and get me over thinking things.  That is the way it is because I was relaxed for the Superbowl party.  WOW epithany time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have one more day of work before we leave for Disneyland.  I really don't think I will get much done at work that day.  I might have to make it a half day so I don't drive myself nuts.  Tomorrow I have to make a couple of phone calls to ask some questions and make reservations for the super shuttle.  Wouldn't that be horrible if we got to LAX at 9:50 pm and couldn't get to our hotel.  Now I have to finish some other things before I go.  Oh here is a question I pose to you.  If you went to Disneyland 4 years ago would you want to see yourself in all the pictures this year wearing the same coat you wore 4 years ago?  Let me know but my answer is no!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-608959212401811734?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/608959212401811734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=608959212401811734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/608959212401811734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/608959212401811734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-12.html' title='Feb 12'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4500880927902860742</id><published>2010-02-12T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:38:19.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Feb 9th</title><content type='html'>We went bowling with the Roses tonight.  Brian and Jason bowled 5 games.  Michelle and I bowled 3 and the kids bowled 1.  So for us a family of 4 our night was only $13 for 3 hours of entertainment.   Tuesday is buck night.  Buck shoes and Buck games of bowling.  So the men are pretty evenly matched.  The kids rock with the bumpers.  Jamison loves to bowl and he was second high at 76, Campbell was right behind him at 74.  The last time we went bowling Jamison pulled out a 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason I am documenting this day in the life is my pathetic attempt at bowling on this night.  First game I beat Michelle by one point and we both made it over 100.  Our second game Michelle beat me by 4 again both over 100.  Our sad story is on the 3rd game.  After the first 4 frames I had the high score of 6.  Yes you read correctly 6.  It shouldn't have even been this high but God was smiling on me and bounced my ball out of the gutter on two occasions to knock down the corner pin.  So on this game Michelle trounced me I did not beat any of the children in scoring.  I walked away with a score of 61. Just 1 more pin and I would have tied the lowest kids score but I could not pull it out.  I even had a spare in the game.  You guessed it I followed that with a gutter ball.  Next time I am requesting bumpers too!   I tried using a 10 lb ball then I went to an eight pound ball in the end to get that spare I used the 6 pound ball that Jamison had been throwing down the alley.    I so hope I do better next time we go or they turn out the lights so I can say that it was one of the boys that had an off night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4500880927902860742?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4500880927902860742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4500880927902860742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4500880927902860742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4500880927902860742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-9th.html' title='Feb 9th'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7897404593426175612</id><published>2010-02-08T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:08:44.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 8</title><content type='html'>Jamison's pictures turned out great.  He is such a ham I knew they would.  You can view them at &lt;a href="http://Robinettphotography.zenfolio.com"&gt;Rachael's&lt;/a&gt; site.  I love the orange hat one that is sideways.  I now know why I have waited to take his pictures.  He is growing up and I don't want to see it.  The green shirt pictures make him look like a young man not my little boy.  I know some things I want him to grow up on.  No more diapers, I am so ready for no more diapers.  The baby talk can go at any time too.  The whining I would like to see go also.  So yes, some areas I am ready for him to grow.  But I don't want to see the hugs and kisses go.  I don't want to lose the "But mommy I will miss you while you are at work" at least once a week. I like those things.  Now I just have to DECIDE.  Ugh too many choices and if I ask Brian he will not even like the one I LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Second annual Superbowl party this year.  We bought furniture the week before so almost all our neighbors would have a place to sit down by in the theater room.  We watched it upstairs again this year.  Toys downstairs = kids screaming and running around downstairs.  Food upstairs = me upstairs. My team lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last week I went to 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jazzercise classes.&lt;/span&gt; I only missed 1 5:30 a.m. class.  I missed my class this morning due to headache but I did Wii fit.  In the Reader's Digest it says that doing 30 min of Wii does count towards your 30/4 times week goal.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the pattern figured out for Campbell's quilt now I just have to find fabric.  One month and I go to my quilt retreat.  I can't wait.  One week and I am off to 70 degree weather and a chance to see my man Mickey!   I can't wait for that either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7897404593426175612?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7897404593426175612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7897404593426175612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7897404593426175612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7897404593426175612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-8.html' title='Feb 8'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4912462984697586007</id><published>2010-01-31T14:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:14:17.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Really a random view!</title><content type='html'>Wow have I missed things.  I know what's new huh? Since I have missed updating things in my life here on my blog that is supposed to keep you updated it means you have missed them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my 2 year anniversary of blogging.  I started this on December 27, 2007 and I must say I did pretty good in the year 2008.  I'm sure some of you beg to differ but I'm not listening to your opinion.  I want to promise to do better for the year of 2010 but I really hate breaking promises so I am not going to make it.   I can promise that I will update at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing Jazzercise.  My class is at 5:30 a.m.   Are you done laughing yet? Now stop it, I can get up if I have to.  I don't talk to anyone at that time and I can go with out a shower which makes it a little easier.  Besides for a week now I am wide a wake at 4:30 so I might as well get up instead of going back to sleep and being tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison got his 31/2 year pictures taken yesterday.  I haven't had professional pictures done since he was one.  See blogging is not the only part of my life I put off.  I also finished the quilt for his bed.  It rocks if I do say so myself.  I'm a little proud of it so if you come to my house you will get to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until February!!! We are going to Disneyland with my parents.  Why Cali instead of Florida you ask?  The main reason being it is a smaller park and perfect for a 3 year old.  And the second reason is we can get a hotel room that is a block from the entrance and it perfect for a 3 year old that still needs naps.   I actually found a direct flight for under $100 out there, so Brian was happy.  But our trip home is going to take us from 5 a.m. until 9 p.m. We are not going to be pleasant that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New Years were good.  The boys got to many toys of course but I have taken 2 trips to Goodwill already this year.   I can't think of any thing else right now.  I am still having problems uploading pictures on this newer computer so I will have to wait to see what I can do one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4912462984697586007?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4912462984697586007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4912462984697586007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4912462984697586007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4912462984697586007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2010/01/really-random-view.html' title='Really a random view!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8222769344482219205</id><published>2009-12-14T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:29:33.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 9 (my days aren't matching up)</title><content type='html'>I was never really good in math another gene that skipped me in our family.  On December 8, our first blizzard of the season hit.  At work they were talking worst case scenario if work closed what needed to be done in PA and could they do it.  (our manager said .05 percent we would close) Imagine my surprise when I got a phone call at 6:15 saying they were closed until noon.  At 10:30 I started out to drop the boys off at their respective places and started heading to work around 11:30 when I got another call that they were staying closed today.  First time in the 13 years I have worked there that they have closed for a day.  I turned around picked the boys up and we went to Mickey D's for lunch.  Then home again for card games and video games.  Alright I admit it I had a small nap too with Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8222769344482219205?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8222769344482219205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8222769344482219205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8222769344482219205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8222769344482219205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/dec-9-my-days-arent.html' title='Dec 9 (my days aren&apos;t matching up)'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-153563037823669366</id><published>2009-12-14T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:20:01.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Days untl Christmas</title><content type='html'>Migraine today I have no idea what went on in the house.  Jamison came to take a nap with me about 1 and I woke headache free around 3:30.  Burger King for supper. MY FAVORITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-153563037823669366?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/153563037823669366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=153563037823669366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/153563037823669366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/153563037823669366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-days-untl-christmas.html' title='18 Days untl Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2710684785430995168</id><published>2009-12-14T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:17:40.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 until Christmas</title><content type='html'>Campbell and Jamison decorated the tree today.  It is a little bottom heavy on the ornaments but it looks great.  Alright except for the fact that half my lights don't work.  I put up decorations around the rest of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2710684785430995168?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2710684785430995168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2710684785430995168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2710684785430995168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2710684785430995168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-19-until-christmas.html' title='Day 19 until Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2473174955268465469</id><published>2009-12-14T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:15:13.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 until Christmas</title><content type='html'>Jamison was sick last night from Midnight to 6 he threw up once an hour.  We went threw 3 sets of sheets before we got the bucket concept.  At 5 he didn't want to do it anymore he just wanted to get up.  He watched Disney until the next bout when he woke me to say he was lonely.  Other than not keeping anything down he was fine.  He was down for a nap by 11 and slept for 5 hours.  I did a little napping, wrapping presents and made a bracelet.  Campbell and Brian went to the neighbors for Clone War Friday.  They also made a gingerbread house.  I put another coat of paint on frosty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2473174955268465469?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2473174955268465469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2473174955268465469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2473174955268465469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2473174955268465469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-20-until-christmas.html' title='Day 20 until Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2664676485677997594</id><published>2009-12-03T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:24:11.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days Until Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SxiOlm-p59I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_cloOMcDA2Y/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SxiOlm-p59I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_cloOMcDA2Y/s400/Christmas+Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411231729055295442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the tree up just like the calendar said however as you can see from the picture no ornaments.  Also no lights at the top of the tree.  Helpful Hint: If you buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prelit&lt;/span&gt; tree make sure it states on the box if one light goes out all the others stay lit!  We have to buy lights to put on top tomorrow.  Then Saturday the boys can decorate the big tree.  We fluffed Jamison's tree and it is in his room.  I broke his heart because I wouldn't let him sleep with it on.  He told me that! Campbell has a good start on the decorations on his tree, he thinks he has over half the ornaments on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded our Christmas card picture to night too.  I'm moving right along for me. Note: Tree picture is the first picture I have taken with my Canon Digital and uploaded on the desktop so tell me what you think. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2664676485677997594?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2664676485677997594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2664676485677997594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2664676485677997594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2664676485677997594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-days-until-christmas.html' title='21 Days Until Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SxiOlm-p59I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_cloOMcDA2Y/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1822048885100222877</id><published>2009-12-02T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:06:48.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Days until Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well other day closer to Christmas and what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmasy&lt;/span&gt; things did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tressler&lt;/span&gt; family do? Not a whole lot was accomplished today.  I wrote down some Advent activities for us to partake in.  The Trolley ride down town I think we will do on Sunday. Putting up the tree tomorrow as Jeff dictated on the calendar.  Decorating Gingerbread houses at the neighbors on Friday and decorating the tree on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the boys' wish list, such as Jamison's is, for Ken and Lorraine.  How do you narrow down "I just want everything mommy."?  I gave them a few items and said best of luck.  I know you guys are thinking harsh but they generally don't go off the list you give them anyway so it is really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the chocolate in the Advent calendar and then I sat down to watch Top Chef.  I must say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; wanted Michael V to go home but when they said that Jen's dish was too salty and Kevin's meat was too tough I knew he was staying. Then I was praying that it was Jen we said good bye to not Kevin.  Next week it has to be Kevin coming out on top.  Okay I won't cry too hard if Bryan beats him because was Bryan ever in the bottom 3?  I don't think so.  Oh but if Michael wins I will probably never watch the show again.  I dislike him that much.  It is almost as much as I disliked Joan Rivers when she won  Celebrity Apprentice.  That was the "Jumping the Shark" for me with the Apprentice.   On to a new reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While flipping through channels at 10 waiting for 10:30 to get here so I can watch "Two and a Half Men" I came across a movie called "Race to Space".  Have you ever seen it?  If not I highly recommend.  Hometown girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Annabeth&lt;/span&gt; Gish is the Vet for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NASA&lt;/span&gt; Chimps in the 1960s.  James Woods is the German Engineer that designs the American Space craft and Alex D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Linz&lt;/span&gt; is his son.  Very touching with enough action that it would have kept Campbell interested if I would let him stay up this late on a school night.  Speaking of staying up late.  It's midnight and I need to go to bed.  Good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1822048885100222877?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1822048885100222877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1822048885100222877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1822048885100222877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1822048885100222877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/22-days-until-christmas.html' title='22 Days until Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2146644810210416087</id><published>2009-12-01T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:53:13.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Days Until Christmas</title><content type='html'>And online I popped to check out the specials for the week.  I thought now how can I get back on my blog since I haven't been out here since August.  I will do an Advent calendar and make the winter blues eat my dust.  Okay not great but a start on coming back into the fold.  On 24 days before Christmas I started the Advent calendar, went to Wal-Mart for one of our weekly trips and attempted to buy one Christmas present.  I say attempted because the item does not come out in stores for another 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need ideas for some fun family activities that we can do as part of our Advent calendar.  If you have some ideas let me know.  Does Advent need to be capitalized mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been happening in our life since August you ask?  You will have to wait to read the Christmas letter to see.  I took the picture this weekend!  Moving at the snail pace I usually move. We'll see if I get them out by New Years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2146644810210416087?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2146644810210416087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2146644810210416087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2146644810210416087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2146644810210416087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/12/23-days-until-christmas.html' title='23 Days Until Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1942240995603020383</id><published>2009-08-19T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:07:34.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought'/><title type='text'>On This Day</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago today it was sunny and hot.  Quite a difference from today.  Today we have rain and cool temps.  Why do I remember the weather from seven years ago?  I was in the final day of my pregnancy with Campbell.  We went into the hospital around 7 but he had to be stubborn and hang in until 7:19 a.m. on the 20th.  That's okay this way he shares a birthday with Nick and Brian will be able to remember it.  Love you munchkin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1942240995603020383?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1942240995603020383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1942240995603020383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1942240995603020383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1942240995603020383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3064375384183894732</id><published>2009-08-19T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:03:10.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought'/><title type='text'>Back from Vacation</title><content type='html'>I have been on vacation to Forks, Washington this past week.  Not in the literal sense but figuratively speaking.  This trip was not planned. A friend of mine loaned me her Twilight books, so Sunday August 9 I sat down on the rainy afternoon and read. The rest of the week I didn’t accomplish more than reading my books.  What was going to happen to Bella, Edward and Jacob next?  Would Bella survive this chapter as it seems she is a magnet for bad things to happen?  As soon as I was done with one I went to the next one. This was way cool because I usually have to wait for the next book in a series. With the exception of Saturday when I helped my parents move, I read the books.  The first book came out in 2005 why did it take me so long to read the books?  At first I thought they were teen books.  Then I was told to read them by a friend that doesn’t usually have the same taste in books as I.  I admit when she raved about them I thought I would never like them if she liked them that much.  I was wrong.  I probably owe Brian for this week since I was a little distracted and he seemed to take care of the boys.  I ate with them and gave them their baths but any chance that I had I went to Forks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m anxious to see the movie.  I know I will be disappointed that they characters don’t look like I imagined them while I was reading the books.  But I can get past that as I have in the past.  I saw on a website that she might do another book from this series which would be the first book from Edward’s perspective.  I look forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3064375384183894732?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3064375384183894732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3064375384183894732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3064375384183894732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3064375384183894732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back from Vacation'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2324388842313497496</id><published>2009-07-14T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:46:14.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought'/><title type='text'>July 14</title><content type='html'>I was looking through one of the hundreds of catalogs that I receive (I have been calling and removing my name from the mailing lists, but slowly.) and about fell off my chair.  The 80s clothing is back.  Now my question is WHY?  Did the purple buffalo plaid tunic with leggings and a double belt really look good 20 years ago.  Hmmmm . . . NO!  Now I know that everything comes back into style as the saying goes but the new designers are supposed to change it up a little bit.  I don't think they did that because I looked at the cover of the magazine to see if it was one I kept from the 80s' for some reason.  If you wore the clothes the first time this is a era you should not revisit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2324388842313497496?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2324388842313497496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2324388842313497496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2324388842313497496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2324388842313497496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-14.html' title='July 14'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6150170325438136969</id><published>2009-07-12T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:57:50.848-05:00</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/286558937031760828-6150170325438136969?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6150170325438136969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6150170325438136969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6150170325438136969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6150170325438136969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7172525201784583087</id><published>2009-07-12T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:52:46.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 8</title><content type='html'>We went to Adventureland today. The weather was supposed to be partly cloudy and 85.  When we left it was way cloudy and only about 61.  On our drive down we had sprinkles of rain so I thought it was a good chance that we had a down pour at some time during the day.  We pulled in around 10:30 to a touch of sun.  Our first ride was the Ferris Wheel.  Cautious Campbell, of course didn't want to go on it.  We made him.  He liked it but didn't want to go on it again.  Then on to the Teacups, which from Disneyland we knew he liked.  Next in line was the Der Flinger, the umbrella seats that circle around.  Jamison could not wait he was a little jitterbug, not so for Cautious Campbell he wanted to know if he had to go on the ride.  We made him.  He loved it and wanted to go on it again.  This became a theme of the day. After the 3rd time of him saying he didn't want to go on that, I said that he had to go on at least 2 more rides that he didn't want to so he could get a souvenir, he also had to go on a roller coaster with me.  The two rides? The log ride and the Raging River.  Both were a hit with Campbell not so much with Jamison.  Campbell had to go on both of them again.  Jamison went on the motorcycles.  Anyone from Schleswig will recognize them as the same cars that are at Calf Show Days.  This was Jamison's favorite ride I think he was on it a total of 12 times.   Since the day didn't ever get into the 80s, I really didn't need to wear a sleeveless shirt but it didn't ever rain.  Our longest wait on any ride was 10 minutes.  I got soaked on both water rides. The roller coaster that was picked was the Underground (this is so not a roller coaster but after it I couldn't get Campbell to try another one.) Below is Campbell's favorite ride and he was actually never coaxed to go on this.  He picked it all by himself.  We only made it through about half the park.  Jamison woke up the next day asking to go back to that park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7172525201784583087?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7172525201784583087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7172525201784583087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7172525201784583087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7172525201784583087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-8.html' title='July 8'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4661942029324597661</id><published>2009-07-12T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:10:53.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SlqJi64gIKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N63nTnFeR30/s1600-h/Gforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SlqJi64gIKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N63nTnFeR30/s400/Gforce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745939725426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4661942029324597661?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4661942029324597661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4661942029324597661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4661942029324597661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4661942029324597661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SlqJi64gIKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N63nTnFeR30/s72-c/Gforce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3006800066749648793</id><published>2009-07-06T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:33:29.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feedjit</title><content type='html'>yeah!  I'm back to being from Cedar Falls IA and not Vodesta GA.  Happy Days are here again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3006800066749648793?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3006800066749648793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3006800066749648793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3006800066749648793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3006800066749648793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/07/feedjit.html' title='feedjit'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6521135045871788317</id><published>2009-07-06T17:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:32:06.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabin'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Well here I am again.  I have thought about you so many times but then I get to Thursday and think "you don't want to hear about last weekend when this weekend is right around the corner."  So I stay silent.  This weekend we were up at the cabin and on Saturday it rained and rained.  The rain finally stopped around 4 so Brian was able to shoot his fireworks for the crowd.  There were a couple other houses on the lake that were competing with them and this made for an even better show.  It was just the family and the in-laws this weekend.  Let me just say I like friends better so come on up some weekend.  We had sun on Sunday (as it should be since it is in the name.) so we hung out at our little beach where Campbell and Jamison swam like crazy.  Jamison had a little bit of a problem once as he decided to go out almost to his chin and then the big waves come in.  I thought I was going to have to go swimming too.  I was able to pull him out with his life jacket though.  The scare didn't stop him for long.  He was back to waist deep in about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I actually did not get on the lake at all this weekend, but I did get my two magazines read from cover to cover.  On the rainy Saturday I was itching to be crafty but I didn't have anything along.  I thought about going into Manchester to check out the stores but with it being the 4th I didn't know how many would be open and didn't want to take the chance that none of them would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't take pictures of anything except for fireworks and they didn't turn out.  I have 2 weeks to study up on firework pictures.  July 18th are the fireworks at the lake so I have another shot this year.  Relaxing weekend doing nothing.  Ahhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6521135045871788317?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6521135045871788317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6521135045871788317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6521135045871788317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6521135045871788317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1143772031682625070</id><published>2009-05-27T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:57:44.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>It turned out to be a fabulous weekend.  We actually left for the cabin on Friday.  The first time ever! We got to the cabin around 9 after packing, eating and stopping at Wal-Mart.  I brought my camera up to get familiar and use my two new filters.  Brian and his dad got the good pontoon in around 10.  While they were doing that and the boys were in bed I started to make some cards but ran out of adhesive (I so hate that!).  Saturday dawned cloudy and cool but by the time all our guests got there it was sunny.  We had Brian's parents, his sister Kris and their boys, and the &lt;a href="http://www.natalie-motherofthree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moore family&lt;/a&gt; minus Lizzie come up.  After lunch the adventurous ones rode the jet skis while the rest of us rode the pontoon toward the dam. After turning around we stopped at the beach where the kids had a blast getting as wet as possible.  Only one of them had a suit on, I really thought it was too cold to get in the water.  Jamison learned how to fill his fish water can with the hose after we came back (outfit number 2 of 5).  Brian's family left around supper time and while the kids ran amok we sat on the deck and enjoyed some adult conversation and adult drinks.  We so need to plan an adult day up there.  After the Moore's left (no idea what time) we started another fire to burn more branches of the tree limb that crashed into our dock and took a chunk out of it.  Jamison and I had another s'more. Fire and little boys equal outfit number 3.  We have been looking for recipes of other things for Campbell to make since he doesn't like marshmallows.  We found some but we have to buy some pie irons.  Bedtime for me and the boys, Brian headed over to the adult bonfire at the Gaede's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was family day we took it easy and piddled around the cabin before lunch.  We took a pontoon ride and since the lake was relatively quiet I practiced captaining the pontoon.  I was much more successful in this endeavor than when I captained the boat at Branson when I was 11.  (This story is one for a night of drinking or when my brothers decide to embarrass me!)  Any way since we failed to put sunscreen on the boys and even with sun glasses on I couldn't open my eyes fully we headed back to the cabin.  We were going to load the car and head into town to eat around 1.  We made a pit stop before eating to look at a 2004 Glastron ski boat for sale.  Forty-five minutes and the loss of one kid to dreamland we got to the drive-thru of Hardee's. &lt;br /&gt;When we got home Campbell and Brian headed to his parents so Campbell could plant his garden.  Jamison and I followed after he ate and I took my Sunday nap.  We had outdoor movie night in the neighborhood at dusk.  We saw "Bedtime Stories" with Adam Sandler.  It is very good.  Every child sat through the whole movie.  For once Brian went home with Jamison, Campbell and I hung around until midnight.  Campbell on the tramp with his friends and me around the fire with the adults.  Our next neighborhood outing is Friday.  The bowling bus is coming to pick us up for bowling and pizza.  I hope we get bumpers as adults too. I'm not as good at real bowling as I am on Wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Brian had to clean an apartment so the boys and I had a pajama day until lunch.  We played Wii (I lost boxing to an almost 3 yr old)  I lost everything we played to Campbell.  When it wasn't my turn I made 28 cards.  My card file is stocked for girl cards now I need to make some manly ones.  Monday I also worked on the baby quilt I have to complete.  I might get it done except for binding this next weekend.  I'm only going to one graduation party out of 3 this weekend.  Oh one other thing I did Monday was sign up for a photography class.  I found one that I can do when I have time and it was under $100.  I have my first assignment due, I received a 100% on the quiz questions.  I'm anxious to hear what they say about the pictures I send them.  You get constructive criticism and access to IM a professional photographer.  I will upload pictures from the weekend tomorrow night I need to go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1143772031682625070?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1143772031682625070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1143772031682625070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1143772031682625070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1143772031682625070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-101429532073718547</id><published>2009-05-27T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:19:03.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought'/><title type='text'>Catch up since May 10th.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven’t been out here for a while and I promised a picture of my &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=139&amp;amp;modelid=16307"&gt;birthday/mother’s day present&lt;/a&gt; from Brian.  Isn’t it beautiful?  I went with Campbell to Hartman Reserve on May 19th .  It was the first day that it was supposed to get up to 75 degrees so I was excited to not be working.  They of course, recommend you wear long pants to protect yourself from Poison Oak and such.  It was 83 degrees and since we were in a valley with no wind.  It was down right hot walking the woods.  Other than that and a few nights out in the neighborhood we haven’t done a lot.  Oh I did get a picture of Campbell and his teacher for the year.  Finally, she is one of those who runs from the camera.  I was annoyingly persistent.  (Surprise!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-101429532073718547?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/101429532073718547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=101429532073718547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/101429532073718547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/101429532073718547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up-since-may-10th.html' title='Catch up since May 10th.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6696168295620065801</id><published>2009-05-10T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:51:11.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all my readers.  I hope you had as good as day as I did.  I'll tell you about it tomorrow but time for me to get to bed tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6696168295620065801?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6696168295620065801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6696168295620065801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6696168295620065801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6696168295620065801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7794135389522750997</id><published>2009-05-10T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:49:55.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 9 - Cabin is open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgegTisNtaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/g1WYWJ4RYks/s1600-h/May+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgegTisNtaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/g1WYWJ4RYks/s400/May+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408541233853858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabin is open for the season.  If you need a weekend getaway -plan to stop by Lake Delhi and visit us.  We spent the weekend cleaning a little, the guys went on the pontoon, we brought the food up and put the jet skis in. Jamison was excited he got to fish, ride the boat and the jet ski.  Campbell got to tend fire and fish.  Their favorite things to do at the cabin.  I caught up on some magazines and did Campbell's blanket so I had an enjoyable day there too.  I even caught a fish! I was supposed to be helping Jamison but while I was reeling in to recast a sunfish decided to grab hold.  I made Brian take him off and throw him in.  Then I thought about grabbing a shot of my first fish.  Oh Darn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7794135389522750997?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7794135389522750997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7794135389522750997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7794135389522750997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7794135389522750997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-9-cabin-is-open.html' title='May 9 - Cabin is open'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgegTisNtaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/g1WYWJ4RYks/s72-c/May+9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4898853055666953948</id><published>2009-05-10T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:43:25.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>May 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgeeyPnJ14I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_hYFkfjHPdA/s1600-h/wake+up+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgeeyPnJ14I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_hYFkfjHPdA/s400/wake+up+time.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334406869665044354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy getting dressed this morning and looked at the time.  After 7 and no Jamison yet.  This is highly unusual so I peeked into his room.  There he sat reading a book on his bed.  He of course pushed most of the animals and blankets off the bed first.  I went and got my camera so I could take a picture.  Before I snapped the picture I decided to listen to the book he was reading.  It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Froggy Rides a Bike. &lt;/span&gt;He did pretty good with the plot of the story and watching his action when Froggy crashes into the tree was too funny.  I snapped the picture, he looks up and says "Mommy is it get up time?" Does this mean he realizes that I am not a morning person like him and that he is waiting for me to say time to get up?  I'm not ready for that!  Even though I am not a morning person I love our cuddle time in the morning and would hate to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4898853055666953948?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4898853055666953948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4898853055666953948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4898853055666953948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4898853055666953948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-8.html' title='May 8'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgeeyPnJ14I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_hYFkfjHPdA/s72-c/wake+up+time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6952292495559501961</id><published>2009-05-10T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:34:45.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>This week crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgecmCX3eGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WF9ZvqSYWzk/s1600-h/Cam+blanket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgecmCX3eGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WF9ZvqSYWzk/s400/Cam+blanket.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404460929579106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgecmPVE2ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nLGo4BO0rvI/s1600-h/Bookmark+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgecmPVE2ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nLGo4BO0rvI/s400/Bookmark+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404464407533970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been as busy this week in the craft area.  On Monday my "ME day" I was going to scrap and complete the quilt I have for the couple that had their baby on April 14.  Still not done.  All I did Monday was make a couple of bookmarks.  One for me and one for Campbell's teacher for "Teacher appreciation day".  I also made a Thank you card for her but the picture didn't turn out.  Then on Saturday while at the cabin while the guys were on the boat fishing I made Campbell a fleece tie blanket.  Here are the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6952292495559501961?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6952292495559501961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6952292495559501961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6952292495559501961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6952292495559501961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week-crafts.html' title='This week crafts'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgecmCX3eGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WF9ZvqSYWzk/s72-c/Cam+blanket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3239061730094756979</id><published>2009-05-05T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:51:22.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40th'/><title type='text'>May 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEJMMeLbZI/AAAAAAAAALs/HroF8DJZC_Q/s1600-h/cute+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEJMMeLbZI/AAAAAAAAALs/HroF8DJZC_Q/s400/cute+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332553538894261650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEJL0ODwHI/AAAAAAAAALk/piHFDsAlbMw/s1600-h/Birthday+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEJL0ODwHI/AAAAAAAAALk/piHFDsAlbMw/s400/Birthday+dinner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332553532384198770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up making breakfast at 7.  I did pretty good too until I had to bend down and look in a cupboard to see if I had a thermos.  I know I didn't but I looked anyway.  I had brunch and then everyone left so I could go back to bed.  No pictures of me on my birthday because I take the pictures in our family and my DH doesn't think about what would be good for a scrapbook page.  You don't really want to say hey take my picture darn it I look so good hung over and I want to scrap it for the future.  (I think not.) I slept until 3 and watched a movie then Jamison and I went to find the rest of the family.  They were down at the neighbors.  I fed the neighbors with left over food above is a picture of dinner and the cute neighborhood kids.  Okay only half the kids the others are still running around.  And they haven't even had the cake yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3239061730094756979?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3239061730094756979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3239061730094756979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3239061730094756979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3239061730094756979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-3.html' title='May 3'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEJMMeLbZI/AAAAAAAAALs/HroF8DJZC_Q/s72-c/cute+kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6640274635387506891</id><published>2009-05-05T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:44:59.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40th'/><title type='text'>May 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEHSDyYWPI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z4GVggwHKMU/s1600-h/Last+pic+of+the+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEHSDyYWPI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z4GVggwHKMU/s400/Last+pic+of+the+night.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332551440619034866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the last picture of the night.  I still look pretty together.  I went out for breakfast after this.  I should not have had the Diet Coke with my strawberry pie.  I should have had water.   I am now 40 until May 4th.  Then I go back to being 35!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6640274635387506891?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6640274635387506891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6640274635387506891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6640274635387506891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6640274635387506891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-2.html' title='May 2'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEHSDyYWPI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z4GVggwHKMU/s72-c/Last+pic+of+the+night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1506226627286467825</id><published>2009-05-05T22:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:42:22.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40th'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEGiBc6JoI/AAAAAAAAALU/yyAqlkNpN2s/s1600-h/First+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEGiBc6JoI/AAAAAAAAALU/yyAqlkNpN2s/s400/First+Shot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332550615358383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my first shot of the night.  It's a lemon drop.  I love them, but I found out that night that they are supposed to be set on fire.  Hmm.  Maybe one day I will see one like that. I also had Snickers, cherry bomb, red headed slut and a slippery nipple.  Lemon drop and snickers were my favorites and I don't like snicker candy bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1506226627286467825?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1506226627286467825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1506226627286467825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1506226627286467825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1506226627286467825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-my-first-shot-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SgEGiBc6JoI/AAAAAAAAALU/yyAqlkNpN2s/s72-c/First+Shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-9147742482605268123</id><published>2009-05-05T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:39:23.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40th'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's here.  The day of my party is finally here.  How many people will show? Will they have a good time? How late will we stay? What else do I need to do before we go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it is now 5:20 why is my family all sitting on my couch to watch the Kentucky Derby?  They can watch it at the bar.  We have to get the food yet and be there before the guests get there.  I have to leave.  Brian better say that he is going with me or I will be pissy at him too.  I need a drink already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-9147742482605268123?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/9147742482605268123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=9147742482605268123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/9147742482605268123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/9147742482605268123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1011291764650390204</id><published>2009-05-05T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:33:32.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40th.'/><title type='text'>May 1</title><content type='html'>No work until Tuesday.  I have things to get ready for the party.  Oh first I am going to go to Twin Oaks and see the scrapbooking stuff.  I haven't been there for a while.  I have time before I have to pick up the cinnamon rolls.  Pick up cinnamon rolls, pick up parents, go eat and go shopping for groceries.  Keep the bill under $300 for both parties.  Why do we stress before parties we throw?  If you forget something besides the alcohol no one will know that it was supposed to be there.  I start to worry about the food.  What if I am not a good hostess? What if no one who says they are coming will come? Can you picture it:  You have all this food, your family is here to party with your friends and then no one comes.  Because you really don't have friends you have acquaintances. So here you sit with food for a hundred and 6 people at your party.  . . Then you wake up and know that you will have friends there you don't have to worry about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1011291764650390204?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1011291764650390204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1011291764650390204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1011291764650390204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1011291764650390204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-1.html' title='May 1'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7780554552863718024</id><published>2009-05-05T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:25:44.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>April 30</title><content type='html'>HELP! Dirk called this morning to tell me he tried to cook my pork for BBQ pork sandwiches yesterday and he had them in the smoker from 8 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. and they are still not done.  He thinks I should switch to plan B.  I don't have a plan B.  I am 2 days away from my party and don't have a plan B.  Hello Hy-Vee can you help me?  Yes they can! I now have BBQ pork sandwiches for 100 and buns for 150.  There will be no lack of food at this party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7780554552863718024?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7780554552863718024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7780554552863718024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7780554552863718024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7780554552863718024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-30.html' title='April 30'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5113568242578770583</id><published>2009-04-22T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:10:21.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>April 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_b-cMuSII/AAAAAAAAALM/NQ0slAIRU5Y/s1600-h/4-22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_b-cMuSII/AAAAAAAAALM/NQ0slAIRU5Y/s400/4-22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327718749970516098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell off the wagon.  I have been clean for 2 months but this week I bought and ate chocolate chip cookie dough.  It was yummy.  I am disgusted with myself.  I step on the scale and see it go up not down and instead of doing something about it, I go out and get CCCD.  It's out of my system now and if I could find my coupon for $10 meeting fees I would be at Weight Watcher's but I misplaced that little bugger somewhere.  I know I will find it the question is will I find it before it expires on 6/6?  I'm walking with Natalie tomorrow night and who knows maybe even Friday.  Weather should hold off on Saturday in time for me to get out in the morning too.  I should sign off now and go work on Wii Fit.  I think I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5113568242578770583?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5113568242578770583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5113568242578770583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5113568242578770583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5113568242578770583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-22.html' title='April 22'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_b-cMuSII/AAAAAAAAALM/NQ0slAIRU5Y/s72-c/4-22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5354595905871500849</id><published>2009-04-22T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:50:01.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbook'/><title type='text'>April 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_XQcEWpJI/AAAAAAAAALE/hniCSvLhxRE/s1600-h/4-20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_XQcEWpJI/AAAAAAAAALE/hniCSvLhxRE/s400/4-20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327713561614918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been rocking on the crafts.  Two quilts, 4 scrapbook pages and 4 mini albums completed before May.  So of course my DH is ready to move and wants me to pack it all up for the staging of our house.  I'm debating.   While at Schleswig for Easter we went through a box of my late grandma's pictures.  I pulled some for scrapping.  Today I got some really cool paper from Basic Grey called Mellow that just seemed to go along with one of the pictures.  I tried a new size 11 1/2 by 6 (should have been 12 x 6 but didn't have a brown in that size) I liked it and it worked well with the old 110 picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5354595905871500849?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5354595905871500849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5354595905871500849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5354595905871500849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5354595905871500849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-20.html' title='April 20'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_XQcEWpJI/AAAAAAAAALE/hniCSvLhxRE/s72-c/4-20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7122817862366309369</id><published>2009-04-22T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:44:04.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_V5FpzcRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nUGUPIyTpJU/s1600-h/4-19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_V5FpzcRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nUGUPIyTpJU/s400/4-19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327712060949360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cold day this was.  Of course we had a confirmation in the family that's why.  It snowed on my confirmation many years ago.  My niece E was confirmed.  We went to church had a yummy breakfast and then started the long trip back to Cedar Falls.  We made the return trip in about 5 1/2 hours like we were supposed to.  Unlike the trip down which took FOREVER.  Above the boys and I with the beautiful Confirmation girl.  Thanks for giving up your room to us for the weekend E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7122817862366309369?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7122817862366309369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7122817862366309369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7122817862366309369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7122817862366309369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-19.html' title='April 19'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se_V5FpzcRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nUGUPIyTpJU/s72-c/4-19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7533930189830581038</id><published>2009-04-21T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:57:22.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>April 16</title><content type='html'>Campbell had his vocal concert tonight.  No pictures mom didn't check to make sure her equipment worked prior to leaving.  We have the whole thing on video though so ask to see it when you come over.  You can even ask Campbell to give a short performance.  I don't guarantee that you will get anything from him but if you do it will bring a smile to your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7533930189830581038?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7533930189830581038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7533930189830581038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7533930189830581038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7533930189830581038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-16.html' title='April 16'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4514720476955063933</id><published>2009-04-21T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:54:10.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>April 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6U0oAYk1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u_YHGlb8zUM/s1600-h/4-15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6U0oAYk1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u_YHGlb8zUM/s400/4-15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327359041039012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 friends deliver babies on April 14th so today I went to visit.  I didn't get to meet the little guy as he was having a visit with the doctor but here is the newest little girl.  Miss H was a beauty.  Her parents say she sleeps all the time and she didn't have her eyes open very long while I was there.  She was so cuddly though.  Good job A.J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4514720476955063933?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4514720476955063933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4514720476955063933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4514720476955063933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4514720476955063933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-15.html' title='April 15'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6U0oAYk1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u_YHGlb8zUM/s72-c/4-15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2841125630847851955</id><published>2009-04-21T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:49:27.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>April 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6TtZMeAtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PCIFWj2IIsw/s1600-h/4-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6TtZMeAtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PCIFWj2IIsw/s400/4-12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327357817292456658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold out today.  But my outdoor boy had to ride his motorbicycle at Gragra Peters house.  He was on the real one yesterday so he knew how to make the motorcycle noise.  Thank goodness the warm weather is here.  Wish it would come more than every other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2841125630847851955?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2841125630847851955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2841125630847851955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2841125630847851955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2841125630847851955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-12.html' title='April 12'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6TtZMeAtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PCIFWj2IIsw/s72-c/4-12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3606682884031621414</id><published>2009-04-21T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:45:51.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>April 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6S4mSwaGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e3WIh7Lc5W8/s1600-h/4-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6S4mSwaGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e3WIh7Lc5W8/s400/4-11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327356910275422306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6S4qCaHaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oQ-j3sKyTfg/s1600-h/4-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6S4qCaHaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oQ-j3sKyTfg/s400/4-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327356911280594338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long drive to my home town last night.  It was a busy day today.  We saw the Easter bunny and received 23 eggs from him and his helpers.  We checked out the progress on mom and dad's remodeling job.  Mom and I helped crack 400 eggs for the Easter Breakfast and Dad and Campbell played a 2 1/2 hour game of Monopoly.  Not really sure how Campbell talked dad into that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3606682884031621414?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3606682884031621414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3606682884031621414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3606682884031621414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3606682884031621414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-11.html' title='April 11'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6S4mSwaGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e3WIh7Lc5W8/s72-c/4-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2053140612802562586</id><published>2009-04-21T22:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:41:52.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbook'/><title type='text'>April 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6R-g1GA8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qq1Fyvhliks/s1600-h/4-8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6R-g1GA8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qq1Fyvhliks/s400/4-8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327355912376419266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last issue of Simple Scrapbooks came today.  It makes me sad that this is the end.  This is my favorite magazine.  I don't even want to finish reading it because I know then that this is the end.  They say that they will be moving some of the favorites over to Creating Keepsakes but it won't be the same.  Goodbye my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2053140612802562586?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2053140612802562586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2053140612802562586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2053140612802562586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2053140612802562586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-8.html' title='April 8'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Se6R-g1GA8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qq1Fyvhliks/s72-c/4-8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6641823402033353149</id><published>2009-04-07T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:08:33.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>April 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwjOPZay6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WXockfY6afM/s1600-h/Mr+T.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwjOPZay6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WXockfY6afM/s400/Mr+T.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322167587203369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell is feeling &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001558/"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; and got out all his necklaces.  Why he has so many I don't know.  He does know who Mr. T is, we have a channel that shows the&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0504200/"&gt; A-Team&lt;/a&gt; every night.  I should tell you that you don't see pictures of Campbell very often now because he is camera shy.  With Jamison you get out a small device and he thinks it's time to pose for a picture. I hope that doesn't change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6641823402033353149?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6641823402033353149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6641823402033353149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6641823402033353149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6641823402033353149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-6.html' title='April 6'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwjOPZay6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WXockfY6afM/s72-c/Mr+T.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2861467096417878425</id><published>2009-04-07T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:59:33.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>April 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwguQMJjQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ju3mhm-DLu0/s1600-h/butter+and++lelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwguQMJjQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ju3mhm-DLu0/s400/butter+and++lelly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322164838637079810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you can usually find us on any given morning.   Jamison sitting on the counter waiting for his toast to pop up so he can have his "butter &amp;amp; lelly".  He's getting better at saying it, but now he wants to help you make it.  The time varies any where between 5:30 and 7.  Most week day mornings it is Brian feeding him because I have distracted him with Motorbicycles on T.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2861467096417878425?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2861467096417878425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2861467096417878425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2861467096417878425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2861467096417878425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-4.html' title='April 4'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwguQMJjQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ju3mhm-DLu0/s72-c/butter+and++lelly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5626774893257731873</id><published>2009-04-07T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:51:04.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>April 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwfE8lNBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CYXw8F9wV1c/s1600-h/bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwfE8lNBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CYXw8F9wV1c/s400/bath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322163029487191186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was bath night and we put bubbles in the bath. Jamison was ecstatic, but to me it means 2 hours in the bathroom not just one.  This is not a regular thing and I took video of Jamison screaming because he didn't want the bubbles to leave.  Bad Mommy, getting a kick out of something so distressing to my child.  He'll hate me for it too when I show it to his children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5626774893257731873?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5626774893257731873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5626774893257731873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5626774893257731873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5626774893257731873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-3.html' title='April 3'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwfE8lNBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CYXw8F9wV1c/s72-c/bath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5963107145840618557</id><published>2009-04-07T22:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:45:53.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>April 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sdwd7Ec7BBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EMAgUjqK5jk/s1600-h/snow+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sdwd7Ec7BBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EMAgUjqK5jk/s400/snow+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322161760289621010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sdwd7D3CN5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/oTXVNQwE6-k/s1600-h/Snow+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sdwd7D3CN5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/oTXVNQwE6-k/s400/Snow+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322161760130709394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone get caught on a good joke?  Campbell switched lids on the Peanut Butter so Brian started putting creamy on his toast.  I thought it was funny.  We got the idea off of one of the children's channels only they wanted you to switch the inside bags of cereal which is what Campbell wanted to do but I don't think Jamison would have gotten the joke.  Maybe I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the picture for this day is part of my crafty weekend.  I made a mini album and these two pages about our trip to the Delhi cabin in February when we had 50 degree weather.  I'm not exactly happy with the Snow Play title, I used some glue that made the letters slide and then when it dried you could see the glue.  Should have practiced because I did much better on the Delhi part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5963107145840618557?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5963107145840618557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5963107145840618557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5963107145840618557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5963107145840618557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-1.html' title='April 1'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sdwd7Ec7BBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EMAgUjqK5jk/s72-c/snow+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2396520943273563771</id><published>2009-04-07T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:38:33.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>March 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwcNAJgxJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AIeM-zYQuHI/s1600-h/Kathleen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwcNAJgxJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AIeM-zYQuHI/s400/Kathleen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322159869348856978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a good bye party for one of the girls in our aisle.  I wasn't going out for very long but somehow time got away from us and I missed putting the boys to bed.  I bet Brian didn't have to fight with them about it.  Most of us had a good time.  Why Kathleen is that an alcoholic beverage in your hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2396520943273563771?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2396520943273563771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2396520943273563771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2396520943273563771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2396520943273563771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-27.html' title='March 27'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwcNAJgxJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AIeM-zYQuHI/s72-c/Kathleen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-882996181405018408</id><published>2009-04-07T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:34:08.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>March 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwbK2Qz1kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s0hhwcdGaZg/s1600-h/brothers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwbK2Qz1kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s0hhwcdGaZg/s400/brothers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322158732823746114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rare occasion.  Both boys ready for school/daycare and there is still time for them to watch T.V. with out mom yelling to get something done.  I took a sneak shot on this otherwise the fingers would not be in the mouth.  Five minutes before they were fighting over what channel they were going to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-882996181405018408?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/882996181405018408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=882996181405018408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/882996181405018408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/882996181405018408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-26.html' title='March 26'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwbK2Qz1kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s0hhwcdGaZg/s72-c/brothers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-3515206045189560803</id><published>2009-04-07T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:31:37.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>March 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwakrLmI6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/tkWDMWsdXEM/s1600-h/new+bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwakrLmI6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/tkWDMWsdXEM/s400/new+bed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322158077014057890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison got a big boy bed today.  He loved it.  We need to do some rearranging but first we have to get a frame.  Brian has three in storage but they aren't the right type of course so we are going to have to purchase one.  Not to excited about that.  Jamison is busy jumping on his bed now instead of Campbell's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-3515206045189560803?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/3515206045189560803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=3515206045189560803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3515206045189560803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/3515206045189560803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-25.html' title='March 25'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SdwakrLmI6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/tkWDMWsdXEM/s72-c/new+bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1250533408702603518</id><published>2009-03-21T22:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:28:22.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lori!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/ScWwNdPhubI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SWfIBv7WJi8/s1600-h/Lori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/ScWwNdPhubI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SWfIBv7WJi8/s400/Lori.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315848680415279538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college roommate turned 40 on St. Patrick's Day.  Doesn't she look good!  I have been planning to surprise her for lunch since January so besides the Friday before my birthday party this is the only day I have actually asked for off in January.  Then her sister decided to have a surprise birthday party for her the Saturday before.  So I decide to go down for that.  Then my DH decides that I can't go out two nights in a row I need to choose either Friday after work (which has been planned for 3 week) or Lori's party.  Since the work group was already giving me a little grief because I have been the one to leave early the last few times I knew I couldn't skip that.  And I'm sure that was the one Brian was hoping I would forgo.  I had Lori's birthday off so I knew I would still see her.  It worked out great.  I'm sure that she had no idea about it. I walked into her office and she was expecting her mom and dad.  We had a great lunch.  I got to hear how Mike is reacting to being an expecting dad. It's just like I knew it would be, he is just as nervous as Brian was the first time.  They are both overprotective and worry about all the little things that you really can't do anything about.  I was a little disappointed that she didn't have a baby bump yet, but I will see her again with one I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1250533408702603518?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1250533408702603518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1250533408702603518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1250533408702603518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1250533408702603518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-lori.html' title='Happy Birthday Lori!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/ScWwNdPhubI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SWfIBv7WJi8/s72-c/Lori.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6302059946703754106</id><published>2009-03-18T10:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:29:15.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/ScWsNBjI2iI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PpfE18YGVeE/s1600-h/St+Pat+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/ScWsNBjI2iI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PpfE18YGVeE/s400/St+Pat+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315844274934831650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful day St. Patrick's Day was.  Sunny and warm.  It was almost 70 here.&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/286558937031760828-6302059946703754106?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6302059946703754106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6302059946703754106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6302059946703754106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6302059946703754106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/ScWsNBjI2iI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PpfE18YGVeE/s72-c/St+Pat+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7528894855200490911</id><published>2009-03-16T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:30:02.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Spring Break Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8PkczBsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FeWD5fBDuQY/s1600-h/babyquilt+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8PkczBsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FeWD5fBDuQY/s400/babyquilt+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983204200395554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8PkKAKeAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D42YOJPpg08/s1600-h/babyquilt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8PkKAKeAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D42YOJPpg08/s400/babyquilt2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983199155222530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much stuff done today it was amazing.  First I was only on Facebook for 5 minutes this morning.  Then we got much needed shoes for Campbell.  Jamison and Campbell both have sandels for the summer now too.  Then we got gas and checked out a new park to play at.  We went to Hansen School as they built a new park this summer.  Campbell was not to excited about it.  He says Southdale still has the best park for schools.   We attempted McDonald's for lunch.  Jamison just did not eat as usual.  Then home for naptime.  The neighbors were out when we came home so I lost Campbell to the call of Star Wars.  During nap I finished a quilt, I painted the board for the Upper Case Living saying below and I went through all my boxes in the garage.  When Brian came home I had $55 worth of stuff to go to Goodwill in my trunk so he stayed home while I made my trip.  Then Jamison got up and I took him to another park, to the recycling center to empty 2 tubs and to Wal-Mart to get milk and bread.  When we came home it was time for supper.  Bishop's has reopened at Crossroad's Mall and since this is one of Brian's favorite places to eat we headed over there for supper.  When we came home it was homework time for Campbell, he has to write in his journal everyday this week.  I put the saying on my board that I painted this afternoon and I started gathering items to give to my friend Lori for the baby.  Whew! I'm tired, I think I will go to bed now.  I hope tomorrow is just as productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7528894855200490911?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7528894855200490911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7528894855200490911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7528894855200490911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7528894855200490911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-monday.html' title='Spring Break Monday'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8PkczBsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FeWD5fBDuQY/s72-c/babyquilt+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8892205656147568795</id><published>2009-03-16T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:35:15.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8MVjhCtPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/auPxBI1CDJE/s1600-h/UCL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8MVjhCtPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/auPxBI1CDJE/s400/UCL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313979649771091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8892205656147568795?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8892205656147568795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8892205656147568795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8892205656147568795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8892205656147568795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8MVjhCtPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/auPxBI1CDJE/s72-c/UCL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5421696726441558009</id><published>2009-03-16T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:34:20.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday  &amp; Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8MIIeU1pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/anpXRYnjsm4/s1600-h/missing+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8MIIeU1pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/anpXRYnjsm4/s400/missing+tooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313979419173639826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a February shot of Campbell after he lost his fourth tooth.  You can actually tell this one is missing so I thought I better post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday I didn't really get a lot done.  Not that I planned to either.  I don't have to be to work again until Thursday so I had time to do my list.  I did some quilting and watched movies.  Since I went out Friday I couldn't go down to Des Moines for Lori's surprise party.  I don't think Brian understood that it was okay to bring the boys since we were to meet in a restaurant.  But he wanted to also go to the boat show and he hadn't been out for (gasp!) 5 days.  Heavens what should we do?  Any way the only major thing I did on Saturday was pull Jamison's clothes out of the closet to go through it as we had a growth spurt.  I still haven't gone through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday since I quilted on Saturday I worked on scrapbooking. We went out for lunch with Ken and Lorraine.  They took Jamison bowling and when they dropped him off for nap time they took Campbell went to the sports show. While it was nap time I went for a walk with Natalie since it was a beautiful spring day.  We are both off on Wednesday so we have a play date with the kids.   Brian and Campbell went to see about joining a gun club with no success.  They will try again another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5421696726441558009?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5421696726441558009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5421696726441558009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5421696726441558009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5421696726441558009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-sunday.html' title='Saturday  &amp; Sunday'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8MIIeU1pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/anpXRYnjsm4/s72-c/missing+tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4918443958408262801</id><published>2009-03-16T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:51:20.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8I8wAp7MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pKVbKbTfLrE/s1600-h/Terribday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8I8wAp7MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pKVbKbTfLrE/s400/Terribday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313975925093297346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night the work gang were going out and we were meeting at 4:42.  I was a little late because Campbell was yelling at the xbox game because he was dying.  We had to have a talk.  I thought being just 5 minutes late I wouldn't be so far behind but no I find out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BOSS&lt;/span&gt; let everyone go home early so I was 2 drinks behind when I got there.  We had some shots on the owner and I need to find out what they were because they seriously tasted like cough syrup.   But thank you Darren we did appreciate them and the free pizza. Go figure Terri's friend would know friends of Brian's now she is invited to the birthday party and I haven't invited them yet.  We headed to the Triangle in Hudson for a few more drinks.  Met Big Mike although at 6'5" I don't really think we need the "big" it's pretty much a given.  Jeff and Natalie hit the dance floor. Oops they didn't have one.  I do need to talk to Nick about his bartender.  When half your clientele are sitting in one booth you should not make them come to the bar for drinks you should go out to them.  I mean come on, you could go out to smoke stop by the table on your way back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4918443958408262801?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4918443958408262801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4918443958408262801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4918443958408262801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4918443958408262801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th_16.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8I8wAp7MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pKVbKbTfLrE/s72-c/Terribday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8434388882223572985</id><published>2009-03-16T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:21:17.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8Gm0GgooI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Unj5tZAbU6A/s1600-h/greeneggs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8Gm0GgooI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Unj5tZAbU6A/s400/greeneggs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313973349211218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Friday seemed like a bad thing while I was at work.  Luckily, I only worked until noon.  I left my mess of out of balance for Ruth to figure out.  Sorry Ruth! Then I was off to school to help make green eggs and ham.  Our eggs turned out a nice teal green color because the student putting in the food coloring did a quarter bottle of blue food coloring not just a drop or two.  Some of the other groups actually made nice lime green eggs.  Not in our room though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8434388882223572985?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8434388882223572985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8434388882223572985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8434388882223572985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8434388882223572985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/Sb8Gm0GgooI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Unj5tZAbU6A/s72-c/greeneggs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8602893078194745379</id><published>2009-03-12T22:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:06:11.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZxqCnGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1sIng4eTMIU/s1600-h/The+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZxqCnGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1sIng4eTMIU/s400/The+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312516682582268530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZxN0ow6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/12mpMbp3nfc/s1600-h/Our+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZxN0ow6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/12mpMbp3nfc/s400/Our+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312516675007464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZwcLXCPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/v2EIkx7KLvM/s1600-h/Finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZwcLXCPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/v2EIkx7KLvM/s400/Finished.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312516661680998642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZSwwNVWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7d2n96F-pTU/s1600-h/Fat+quarter+shuffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZSwwNVWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7d2n96F-pTU/s400/Fat+quarter+shuffle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312516151808185698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time at the quilting retreat.  I only pulled out scrapbooking once and it was a magazine.  The only reason I pulled it out was that I was DONE WITH MY QUILT TOP.  Yes, you read correctly.  I did it.  I started at 9 Saturday morning and finished at 10:25 that night. With a trip to the quilt shop and eating way to much food in between.  I saw what Natalie and I are going to be like in 10 years (Micki and Cindy) and a little older than that (Rose and Phylis) everyone that knows us, you might be a little afraid right now.  These wonderful ladies kept us in stitches all weekend.  We heard about toothless weddings and bible studies that would crack you up.  I can't do these stories justice you will just have to take our word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was fantastic.  We had pork chops for lunch and lasagna for dinner.  We weren't the youngest ones there as Kelsey is in her 20's but we were called the young girls.  Kelsey and Mary helped me get the flow of my quilt colors going.  Mary said Kelsey is a fanatic about it.  Kelsey if you read this don't look too closely at the finished product as I think I turned a couple squares around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bed room took a little getting used to.  We had to shuffle mattresses around to find comfortable ones.  We were at a church camp and stayed in the boys dorm. We were the only two in our room.   When you stay up till 1 both nights you can sleep though.  I did sleep in a hole the first night, the mattress was deformed.  I also had a problem falling a sleep because my mind started thinking about horror films.  Saturday night was much better.  It might have been the glass of pineapple Rum and orange juice or because I was way tired. I'll have to analyze that for a while.  The showers were powerful and hot.  If your the first one you have to wait 15 minutes to get hot water but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played two games of fat quarter shuffle. (Left, Right, Center is another name for it.)  The first game I rolled 3 centers in one row.  The dice were rigged on that game because it went fast.  The Center was like the house in Las Vegas.  It was greedy.  I was rolling on the second game.  I thought my next quilt was going to be purple since at one time I had six fat quarters in front of me.  At last, I don't have the Peters luck when it comes to gambling and I came home defeated.  Nope, I purchased some fabric for my next quilt while I was there.  But since I came back I have started some UFOs that I had in my sewing tub along with the fabric for my quilt top.  Jamison might get his crib quilt yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie came to the quilting retreat and discovered that she didn't pack her sewing machine.  As this isn't the first time that someone forgot that tool the quilt shop had an extra she could use.  I won't mention what her mom, Lana, forgot but I will say that if this was her honeymoon her husband would be thanking God for his luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell said he would take the quilt when we get it finished.  Brian said him and a friend were going to make one too.  With Duct tape (what man wouldn't use this?) and old underwear.  Thank God that they didn't get to that.  Brian was only home for about 10 minutes when I came home as his friend celebrated his birthday on Saturday and Brian couldn't go out so he had to go out Sunday when I came home.  Poor boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8602893078194745379?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8602893078194745379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8602893078194745379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8602893078194745379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8602893078194745379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/retreat_12.html' title='The Retreat'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SbnZxqCnGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1sIng4eTMIU/s72-c/The+food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7929156873957334289</id><published>2009-03-04T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:01:03.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat!</title><content type='html'>I’m going on a retreat this weekend with Natalie.  Nope, not a scrapbooking retreat although I am bringing scrapbooking projects along.  This is a quilting retreat.  I can hear you all now laughing hysterically and you need to stop.  I have made a quilt; I made one for Campbell’s crib.  I also have another one started, and then I had to put my sewing machine away for something and never got it out again.  (Another reason I need a craft room.)   I enjoyed most of the process.  I didn’t like the perfection aspect of quilting.  I think this is why I like to scrapbook each page is unique and what ever you add is the “you” factor.  There is no wrong way.  Anyway I am bringing a quilting project along since I will have experts around for over 24 hours I thought I might as well make use of them.  I’m going to attempt a “turning 20” quilt.  I think I could get it all cut out and the front completed in this weekend.  If I get to frustrated I have a gift project that I’m working on.  Would love to share but the recipient might actually read my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7929156873957334289?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7929156873957334289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7929156873957334289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7929156873957334289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7929156873957334289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/retreat.html' title='Retreat!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6541195841133622538</id><published>2009-03-03T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:13:05.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the weight loss goal</title><content type='html'>Thought I better give you an update on how the weight loss is going for my goal of having 15 lbs off by my birthday party.  It’s not going off it is still finding me and adding up.  This month I have gained 2.5 lbs.  The little guy on Wii asked me if I knew why? Sure I do, I don’t exercise and I eat way too much.  I need to have my mouth wired shut.  So now I am down to 2 months and 17 lbs to go.  I did get on Wii last night but only for a few minutes.  I obviously need a bigger incentive to lose this weight.  Any ideas?  Give it some thought and let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6541195841133622538?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6541195841133622538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6541195841133622538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6541195841133622538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6541195841133622538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-weight-loss-goal.html' title='Update on the weight loss goal'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4289059804889532147</id><published>2009-02-27T15:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:56:41.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>A big Happy Birthday going out to Kimmie!  I hope your hearts desire gets to Iowa soon for your birthday present.   Hope your day was great. Loved your desk.  - See pictures on her blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4289059804889532147?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4289059804889532147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4289059804889532147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4289059804889532147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4289059804889532147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday_27.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4723975318408185857</id><published>2009-02-26T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:21:34.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>Sad to say technology is passing me by.  I now have a FaceBook page and I had to by the "Facebook for Dummies" book to go along with it.  I still don't understand Facebook, I understand that it is a networking tool and I just can't explain where my block is.  Maybe in a couple weeks when I've read at least the first part of the book I will understand it and how to use more than just writing on people's walls.  I was scared though; people keep telling me you invite friends and then they either accept you or deny you.  If they accept you then you can view their page.  What if nobody accepts me?  I know one person who enjoys pushing the DENY what if they all do that to me?  I am happy to say I know have 17 friends.  I thought I was doing good but then others have 70.  I'm a friend wannabe. Oh the pressure to keep up with the times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4723975318408185857?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4723975318408185857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4723975318408185857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4723975318408185857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4723975318408185857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7960334547129651834</id><published>2009-02-26T19:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:13:29.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday N!  Hope you have a car by the time I talk to you.  Hope you had a great day! Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7960334547129651834?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7960334547129651834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7960334547129651834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7960334547129651834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7960334547129651834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-7785143503036937558</id><published>2009-02-26T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:11:25.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you.</title><content type='html'>Do you know what the best thing in the world is? When someone in your family, out of the blue says “I love you.” Wow! that just makes my day.  Jamison is wonderful about doing this too and he does it when I really need it.  This morning I was feeling a little blah and tired (because Jamison has a cold and sounds like a sea lion when he coughs, so If he has a fit in the middle of the night I have to check to make sure he hasn’t swallowed his tongue.) and was sitting in the chair zoning.  Jamison comes over climbs on my lap and says “I love you mommy.”  Ahhhh, my heart melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-7785143503036937558?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/7785143503036937558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=7785143503036937558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7785143503036937558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/7785143503036937558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you.html' title='I Love you.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1612686464844703924</id><published>2009-02-23T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:29:34.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Lazy</title><content type='html'>I have been lazy, but when am I not?  It is always so much easier at night to turn on the t.v. after the boys are in bed or read one of my 12 magazines that I get each month (actually I'm down to 7 every  month which is a low for me).  I have also been watching some shows that aren't on Discovery channel and they all come on at 9.  And I have found out that if I don't shut the computer off at least an hour before bed I don't fall asleep until about 1.  When you are not a morning person and your youngest is notorious for waking up at 5:30, One is not a good time to fall asleep. All true but not valid reasons for not keeping you up to date.  I can't believe it was February 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; since I was last out here.  But here is the sad part. . . It was February 3 that I last took a picture.  Tomorrow the boys better have their cheese going strong!  What has been happening since February 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?  Not a lot.  School and work.  On the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I took the day off because school was closed for conferences and Campbell and I ran errands.  Yes, I took Jamison to day care.  we had 10 places to go and it was going to be 5 degrees.  I made a judgement call on how fast I could get them done with and without him.  It was a wise decision that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows that I am watching and if any one else watches them let me know.  Only one I get to discuss in the aisle now.  Leverage TNT I love it.  It's a Robin Hood story gone High Tech.  Top Chef - Go Carla, thought she was weird to begin with but out of the 3 she is my top choice.   Private Practice you have the relationships of Grey's but they are not whiners.    I have hurry so I can shut this down at 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1612686464844703924?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1612686464844703924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1612686464844703924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1612686464844703924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1612686464844703924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-lazy.html' title='I was Lazy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6981582686417717940</id><published>2009-02-09T19:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:46:46.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SZDcSC801nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o-rRu-jZLs0/s1600-h/roar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SZDcSC801nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o-rRu-jZLs0/s400/roar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300978964002821746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new member of our family.  I would like to introduce Roar Tiger Tressler.  Jamison made him at Teddy Bear Connection.  He received gift cards from Santa.   He wasn't to sure about making him but Roar has been with Jamison every where since we brought him home.  We have lost the basketball that came with Roar but like the 250 other balls we have they are never lost for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6981582686417717940?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6981582686417717940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6981582686417717940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6981582686417717940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6981582686417717940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-24.html' title='January 24'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SZDcSC801nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o-rRu-jZLs0/s72-c/roar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-119422447250831007</id><published>2009-02-09T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:39:53.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SZDaPMg94SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-mxXhtRuFaI/s1600-h/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SZDaPMg94SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-mxXhtRuFaI/s400/game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300976716007465250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the UNI Game.  They were behind until we left the McCloud Center.  By the time we got to our car they had tied.  They ended up winning against Bradley.  Jamison was looking for T.C.  the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-119422447250831007?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/119422447250831007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=119422447250831007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/119422447250831007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/119422447250831007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-21.html' title='January 21'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SZDaPMg94SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-mxXhtRuFaI/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4650182450079652893</id><published>2009-02-09T12:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:04:15.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing 15 Pounds in 11 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I am announcing this on my blog so if you see me cheat you can yell at me.  But also give me support by not offering sweets to me.  I can’t turn you down it would be impolite.  I need to lose 15 lbs by my party on May 2nd.  I started my process today.  Not a diet, they don’t work.  I am making smart changes; you know the ones I should have been doing since I started Weight Watchers how many years ago.  I do well then I stop going to meetings or get pregnant and it takes me 2 years to get disgusted and start again.  Fifteen pounds in 11 weeks is a manageable goal.  The weather is getting nicer and there aren’t any food holiday’s during this time.  It’s also time to pick up my Healthy living activities.  I’m off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note check back tomorrow I downloaded pictures this weekend but didn’t have time to post so I plan to do that tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4650182450079652893?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4650182450079652893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4650182450079652893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4650182450079652893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4650182450079652893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-losing-15-pounds-in-11-weeks.html' title='I&apos;m losing 15 Pounds in 11 Weeks'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-2364289184077059604</id><published>2009-02-07T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:33:02.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Progressive Dinner</title><content type='html'>As you know our neighborhood has been trying to plan a progressive dinner for a while.  We were supposed to have it in December and the planning didn't get far off the ground.  Well, we had it on Friday January 30 and I think it was very successful.  I know I was sad to see it end but was also thinking it is almost midnight I have to get my boys to bed or we won't be able to stand them on Saturday.  So I didn't go to the final house for after dinner drinks (the next day by stomach thanked me too.)&lt;br /&gt;Our first house was for drinks.  Here we also dropped off the children for their party.  Fifteen children between the ages of 14 and 2.  The beer selection was outstanding Rex made Black and Tans like a professional bartender.  I stuck with a margarita because I know how many of those I can drink without getting a headache.  (I did however exceed my limit that night.)  After drinks we headed over to the Appetizer house.  Here I tasted Brie for the first time (not bad).  We also had some chicken Cordon Bleu balls that Brian raves about still, and sushi.  I didn't quite get up the courage to try this.  At the soup and side house we had Lobster Bisque (Yes mom I tried this) Mashed or twice baked sweet potatoes and French onion soup.  They were all very good and the conversations were flowing.  At every house the dynamics of the group changed.  At the main dish house we had Baked Talapia with a Parmesan crust and green beans.  I will admit I asked for a half a piece of fish.  I ate three bites of my fish.  Luckily I was sitting by Kent at this house.  I commented that I don't really eat fish and he said he didn't eat green beans.  I told him if he ate my fish I would eat his green beans.  So we discreetly made the switch and cleaned our plates.  Then Brian comes in. . .   "Heidi, you have fish on your plate,  I know you didn't eat it what did you do with it put it under the table?"  I tried to quietly explain but the secret was out.  More people heard.  Brian was in talking to the baby's sitters before he came in to blab.  J is under a year so his parents had friends come over to watch him instead of sending him over to the crazy house.  Brian talking to strangers is a great source of amusement to Tami who said it took him six months before he would say "Hi" to her.  Which is probably true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is on to our house for dessert.  I asked the ladies to say something about how the desktop computer just doesn't look right on the center kitchen island.  They did but then they spent their time on the computer. Didn't help my cause.  We had Brownies with chocolate frosting, Lemon bars and 6 kinds of cheesecake.  I made the brownies and lemon bars and purchased a variety pack of cheesecake at Hy-Vee.  One person said they were all very good because they tried them all.  While at our house the guys took a tour.  When they came up from down stairs they announced that we were having the Superbowl at our house.  Worked for me! By now it is 11:30 and I am thinking if the boys aren't sleeping then they will be bears tomorrow.  I head over to pick them up.  Most of the rest were at the after dinner drink house okay we have lost 3 others beside me.  At the after dinner house they are starting a bon fire with the 2 left over Christmas trees from our neighborhood. Let me tell you one went up like a torch the other when I saw it on Saturday looked like it had just came out of the house.  Even after they poured gasoline on it.  Amazing!  Brian came home at one and we heard that some die hards were up until 3.  Bless them I can't do that anymore and handle the children in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-2364289184077059604?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/2364289184077059604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=2364289184077059604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2364289184077059604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/2364289184077059604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/progressive-dinner.html' title='The Progressive Dinner'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5649990095518694826</id><published>2009-02-01T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:13:36.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dirk</title><content type='html'>The Pittsburgh Steelers won the Super Bowl.  What an exciting 4th quarter.  I would have been happy if the Cardinals would have won too.   Home state hero and all but my rooting for the Steelers was my birthday present to Dirk.  I think my wishes helped pull it out.  NOT!  Again, Happy Birthday Dirk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5649990095518694826?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5649990095518694826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5649990095518694826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5649990095518694826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5649990095518694826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dirk.html' title='Happy Birthday Dirk'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5125516658747979935</id><published>2009-01-31T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:05:06.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>I have to share the news I received today.  I'm so excited!!  Someone is pregnant.  No it is not me, I'm done.  Jamison is winning the battle of the wills and I can't compete with another one.  My college roommate Lori is going to have a baby on August 1st!  Great day to have it because my life long friend Brenda already has this birthday.  But as I told Lori, August has a not pretty birth stone and she should go early like July 29th, or July 23 for a ruby.  So this summer I will have a new honorary niece or nephew.  She won't be able to have a drink with me on my birthday but this is so much better I will forgive her.  I just had to share my great news!  Now I have to put Jamison down for his nap.  It's two hours over due but we had to make it to lunch first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5125516658747979935?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5125516658747979935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5125516658747979935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5125516658747979935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5125516658747979935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8438054134954132859</id><published>2009-01-28T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:24:24.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Not Taken (and you'll see why!)</title><content type='html'>Jamison and I have the same temperament.  I sometimes think  Brian is a little hard on him because he is not as quite and agreeable as Campbell was.  Then we have nights like this.  I made some Chicken Fettuccine from scratch.  Very easy recipe but dicing raw chicken not going to happen again.  Yew!  Any way we sit down to dinner and I'm eating my noodles and I then butter a slice of bread.  Jamison of course wants some because he is a carb. guy.  Brian tells him to eat the one noodle on his fork.  "NO"  I tell him to eat the noodle on his fork. "NO. I want butter toast." Not until you eat the noodle.  Ten minutes later he is still asking for butter toast and that noodle is on his fork.  I offer him a choice.  Eat the noodle or sit in the bathroom for time out (I'll explain my thinking on the bathroom as a time out place sometime.)  He chose the bathroom or that is how I understood him throwing the fork across his plate.  So we went into the bathroom.  Two minutes later "Do you want to eat your noodles now."  No! Want to stay in the bathroom? Yes.  I shut the door and hear screaming for the rest of my meal.  We then proceed to tell me we have to poo in the potty. . . then we don't (dressed again) then we do.  I'm not handling this well. I'm not getting through.  Does he know what yes and no means?  When he is being stubborn I don't think so.  The noodle was in his mouth for a half hour after Brian let him out of the bathroom.  It was never swallowed.  Jamison went to bed at 7 p.m.  This is also punishment for me because we will both be up at 4 if not earlier.  I need a SuperNanny intervention!  Everyone write in for me, I'm a horrible mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8438054134954132859?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8438054134954132859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8438054134954132859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8438054134954132859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8438054134954132859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-not-taken-and-youll-see-why.html' title='Picture Not Taken (and you&apos;ll see why!)'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-8787340722730951931</id><published>2009-01-27T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:57:24.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_XmMH_6-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NguNN0MPrGA/s1600-h/Wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_XmMH_6-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NguNN0MPrGA/s400/Wii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296188737900768226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison wanted to work out with me.  We went running on the Island of Wii.  He has a blast and has the No. 1 score for this run.  He works out 58%, the goal is 60%.  I place No. 3 at 48%.  What can I say I'm lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-8787340722730951931?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/8787340722730951931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=8787340722730951931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8787340722730951931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/8787340722730951931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-20.html' title='January 20'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_XmMH_6-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NguNN0MPrGA/s72-c/Wii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-1795211698729779430</id><published>2009-01-27T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:54:07.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_WzbfMmEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fm-YHAJlLWI/s1600-h/scrapretreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_WzbfMmEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fm-YHAJlLWI/s400/scrapretreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296187865851271234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full day of Scrapbooking.  We did 3 projects: a calendar, a two page spread and an acrylic album.  I hope to get pictures on them all this weekend.  I was there from 10:30 a.m. to 10:30 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-1795211698729779430?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/1795211698729779430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=1795211698729779430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1795211698729779430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/1795211698729779430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-17.html' title='January 17'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_WzbfMmEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fm-YHAJlLWI/s72-c/scrapretreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-5513729853782240821</id><published>2009-01-27T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:51:46.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_WS4JtpvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Yep7_b08N_M/s1600-h/Bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_WS4JtpvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Yep7_b08N_M/s400/Bye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296187306610108146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember my conversation with Jamison where he wanted to go to Grampa and Gramma Peters all the time.  I mean daily!  Well on January 16 he finally got to go.  The night before he didn't want to go but Grampa buckled him into the car and he said Bye bye mommy.  I love that he wants to spend time with them, but he could miss me a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-5513729853782240821?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/5513729853782240821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=5513729853782240821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5513729853782240821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/5513729853782240821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-16.html' title='January 16'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_WS4JtpvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Yep7_b08N_M/s72-c/Bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-4052201713949802580</id><published>2009-01-27T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:46:33.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_VD_F2gqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kyJ-2LyBK8w/s1600-h/Running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_VD_F2gqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kyJ-2LyBK8w/s400/Running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296185951263294114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things both my boys want to do all the time is run around in circles.  Whether it is around our island in the kitchen or the parameter of the big room in the basement  we have to run and it is more fun if mom and dad join in.  Campbell is resting for the next round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-4052201713949802580?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/4052201713949802580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=4052201713949802580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4052201713949802580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/4052201713949802580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-15.html' title='January 15'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_VD_F2gqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kyJ-2LyBK8w/s72-c/Running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286558937031760828.post-6631176524390532560</id><published>2009-01-27T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:43:52.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_UUS0l68I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RuG8pEXx1MA/s1600-h/Scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_UUS0l68I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RuG8pEXx1MA/s400/Scrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296185131925892034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Tuesday of the month I get together with a few other people (supposed to be 3 but someone always seems to miss.) to scrap and talk.  I get a lot done at these nights.  This night I started a 6 x 6 album of pictures from our cabin.  Here are Natalie and Diane hard at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286558937031760828-6631176524390532560?l=hltressler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/feeds/6631176524390532560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286558937031760828&amp;postID=6631176524390532560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6631176524390532560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286558937031760828/posts/default/6631176524390532560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hltressler.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-13.html' title='January 13'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17633472397764275649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkVSEKe69-Q/SX_UUS0l68I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RuG8pEXx1MA/s72-c/Scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
