tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29586119694342183882024-03-02T11:29:57.058-06:00Petra RocksPetrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-51524116697454408572010-03-07T19:55:00.003-06:002010-03-07T20:07:39.596-06:00almost spring<div><b>Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUfzBpzOs1f7UTmI7kV8PeUSih4e9WRB9_dZmN9B_kjUY9jd9LsFKjBqnv5elDjbLxm6sGflm5-PfoH_tOnnVLDg1AQGvbudqheBOYRoaSoZSWbqCOaH4SGwgk7SgGlsbNJL6rqGPZ5M/s1600-h/PB230935.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUfzBpzOs1f7UTmI7kV8PeUSih4e9WRB9_dZmN9B_kjUY9jd9LsFKjBqnv5elDjbLxm6sGflm5-PfoH_tOnnVLDg1AQGvbudqheBOYRoaSoZSWbqCOaH4SGwgk7SgGlsbNJL6rqGPZ5M/s400/PB230935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446077689171368658" /></a>It's warming up, and I don't see a speck of snow on the ground.<div><br /></div><div>LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! </div><div><br /></div><div>Come on spring!</div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-90235819933142545522010-01-14T16:13:00.002-06:002010-01-14T17:12:51.260-06:00wordless wed. a day late<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2u9OomZ8SJT_pJpixuGTTWTQ9hTDPARUhVDA2hdPEEbS78ONei_bYSuSJA-CKXuZv0_vA4_FVTYTahkC_duBPpVsRdWMgxRaWRgPK5zjSwgk3mNec5F4SXotqu7J8bArKrGF5GaZa5M/s1600-h/p+sleeping+in+sun.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426726262553650754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2u9OomZ8SJT_pJpixuGTTWTQ9hTDPARUhVDA2hdPEEbS78ONei_bYSuSJA-CKXuZv0_vA4_FVTYTahkC_duBPpVsRdWMgxRaWRgPK5zjSwgk3mNec5F4SXotqu7J8bArKrGF5GaZa5M/s400/p+sleeping+in+sun.JPG" /></a> <div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-48810831395943904452010-01-07T11:59:00.006-06:002010-01-07T12:17:47.147-06:00snow snow snow<div>Snow started falling at 7:30 last night, and we woke up to see the deck covered in 4 inches of snow.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0VMhXly79nGvEwoWM_OaVZAormmDYB-eFnYXEHNVYE7hbd9pBMA1gzQ80LF9kmgF1cq9fpJIO1ganUg8I8GKJihGgJB5jrb12HDCHlM_D2FN2e9ycdpz3giiBni2IPz1WQ-s1PSWdlHY/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0VMhXly79nGvEwoWM_OaVZAormmDYB-eFnYXEHNVYE7hbd9pBMA1gzQ80LF9kmgF1cq9fpJIO1ganUg8I8GKJihGgJB5jrb12HDCHlM_D2FN2e9ycdpz3giiBni2IPz1WQ-s1PSWdlHY/s400/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424060858829023298" /></a>We sent Hannah out to shovel a path for us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqAoUdZ5iJfvYDugGIiB3CV3gB3K1YvQSiYGw_VoR088sOFj2i12YlrRLzbvP4SMNZfCJXhtO6VYT-ercdCcpB8x0ihlO3dsulm8LNeLEt4WkXDPPU_5FOVo2VjdKz-M9lmLjwoQGLAA/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqAoUdZ5iJfvYDugGIiB3CV3gB3K1YvQSiYGw_VoR088sOFj2i12YlrRLzbvP4SMNZfCJXhtO6VYT-ercdCcpB8x0ihlO3dsulm8LNeLEt4WkXDPPU_5FOVo2VjdKz-M9lmLjwoQGLAA/s400/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424060736670258866" /></a>She worked really hard as the snow kept falling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_VhJ3DU82jHgIusSm7nuOpZoPumPDYBHF9FpDh2wV_cExgtvnAVltzd5MMm5JvpZyNeII_yVROvUBiTPXfuGQAR3BYgyPYG6tvuzx51lAJGDW4MLy1eV0T3srksIqIrGhl2cvD994Aw/s1600-h/DSC02182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_VhJ3DU82jHgIusSm7nuOpZoPumPDYBHF9FpDh2wV_cExgtvnAVltzd5MMm5JvpZyNeII_yVROvUBiTPXfuGQAR3BYgyPYG6tvuzx51lAJGDW4MLy1eV0T3srksIqIrGhl2cvD994Aw/s400/DSC02182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424060558047680498" /></a>We took a deep breath and took a run for it before we lost our bravery. It was nasty out there!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxj_mKSvAolmtUhJQI7TfXzjjN-hIywxBOboi-VRj3XWnFSpT6108a6xRNnc015a1CXaQ0m9K8yFbo-aYo2v89QKONinUlChC2h7OUmMQgcYx6wI2WVUk6zKMhuF9QceolpmxqM0Ov6Q/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxj_mKSvAolmtUhJQI7TfXzjjN-hIywxBOboi-VRj3XWnFSpT6108a6xRNnc015a1CXaQ0m9K8yFbo-aYo2v89QKONinUlChC2h7OUmMQgcYx6wI2WVUk6zKMhuF9QceolpmxqM0Ov6Q/s400/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424060197916395698" /></a>The forecast calls for 8 inches of snow and winds of 35 mph starting tomorrow; I'm bummed already. I hope you are all staying safe and warm while this winter storm moves through the nation. Brrrrrrr!Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-15189787677722162782009-12-30T17:52:00.002-06:002009-12-30T17:56:32.067-06:00Happy New Year!<div>I know I'm early, but I don't want to be late, so I'd like to wish you all a Happy New Year!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi5K47JAV2aEpPLDKZjR5A160H2swe-9YvYCh_PM2BLp_eTK6JegyNd8H8OOP-H22IojI7_ns63Xhc2NBil-Vb3QUXcvMwjYf3z1jUL57_DP_XtyzKp0qq-ABwDsodd0BpxALrPjWrNM/s1600-h/DSC02154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi5K47JAV2aEpPLDKZjR5A160H2swe-9YvYCh_PM2BLp_eTK6JegyNd8H8OOP-H22IojI7_ns63Xhc2NBil-Vb3QUXcvMwjYf3z1jUL57_DP_XtyzKp0qq-ABwDsodd0BpxALrPjWrNM/s400/DSC02154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421181784440383746" /></a>We've got some snow here, and we're supposed to get more, so my plan is to stay inside and take it easy as the New Year approaches.Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-84408054898292765472009-12-27T18:37:00.009-06:002009-12-27T19:14:32.511-06:00christmas spirit<div><b>Christmas Day!</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FLuo5UByn45pbzKfxG-F8PUpJYWcbKfeiLGKzoa9d1_85kd1lEYkBrQP2Gz43PbxCdPJpxn02QPlLhSixEh89gntgnf7CJpY3I-cEiaPur8IaHeiESI42baKfawR-NLaba8zzIwCYOU/s1600-h/PC240257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FLuo5UByn45pbzKfxG-F8PUpJYWcbKfeiLGKzoa9d1_85kd1lEYkBrQP2Gz43PbxCdPJpxn02QPlLhSixEh89gntgnf7CJpY3I-cEiaPur8IaHeiESI42baKfawR-NLaba8zzIwCYOU/s400/PC240257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420085808283328658" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I thought it would never come, but it did! And I was nice, all the way up to Christmas morning and even throughout the day.</span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwVZtyuScf60fo4Z3OqsrL-zyzdJlzrXJ1xJceMgypdd4G-nA4WKryoac8pslcpijISkrMq-t38O8f1OP8w2yv7jzqkmK6R-OeKxq5nOpnDGB_TW82qFOnHvbEj1d2AuiyICkf-Yg9hQ/s400/PC250311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420082261540236178" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">And so I got a present! Even though it was for me, I was good and shared with Fig and Tad.</span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38KZbNMQeQGpqf5U51ZU9ZGacwh-b51IJWYfuwv6_hTCawAoZw2lBOemAO-3PtnF3lrfrH4mfKCQ6wKxnJbX2uFpNb2owa_9BOzj7aXULeYaeup7ZKe7gM5uoa4RO84WQez6vopqk2_g/s400/PC250317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420082454139493522" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">The Santa was so much fun to chew. If you read Tad's blog, he'll say it was his gift, but it wasn't. It was mine, but I was good and let him think it was his.</span></span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjydw47BCJZQKeYuflC8PQr_2kHOPekzsYtkFZFRllJRlkuMjOhS5rP8Wl1ulkL7Sq1auzzxvOq4KuRayPq1JpzwM2Uh-vX9-LE-QCPL5-ECVRzM_k17QHTiCTBkN2YCQCfymH88LZc7o/s400/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420082572959238530" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Then this cute little girl came to visit, and I said it was okay for her to get in the crate.</span></span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhji_sbFmHdtnixCCnCAZLh7uQrWgECZyz9A2QSjlEt9SQr6tFKglejBeCmYXzksJB3txO30Iu0WBWbCNA76nIPYoKgo5H4l2_sZ1ID_JdaCVOTkTa45jk80nwKRct7tbYVdfsIGXF8IkU/s400/DSC02113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420082681056077554" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">She pretended to be a dog and said "woof" in a funny kind of way.</span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknkgOnxDZNUPawNwVMOWfw4w_cJJYxJT-dBKjx_IPhyphenhyphenHX8rOhczzesrOTTgmFv0lZdq548v1cpcDlGi8dAM38fm9Kwkv2nHQ97su3AMjXyVg5unDkUDcLzWp7mTCJwWkqGM6X1lSIOAA/s400/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420083014038104194" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">We had a little snow and I shared my pillow with Tad and my rug with Fig.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDEWAzf1t1CE7XJ1cJZPWh2xKwJAICpxHcd68GrSU_dGJsklLdVfGezPB7Dby6anzFLT9cHSc5vZY5SpBzp1d6ICMNnFXeGkS5pASTolNKUyELuAVBbQjPjIQDxzhyphenhyphen_ncqDt_EwSRtoU/s1600-h/PC240246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDEWAzf1t1CE7XJ1cJZPWh2xKwJAICpxHcd68GrSU_dGJsklLdVfGezPB7Dby6anzFLT9cHSc5vZY5SpBzp1d6ICMNnFXeGkS5pASTolNKUyELuAVBbQjPjIQDxzhyphenhyphen_ncqDt_EwSRtoU/s400/PC240246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420083121897527730" /></a>And I shared my love with my aunt. I snuggled in and let her hold me really tight. I hope you all had a very merry Christmas, too!</div><div><br /></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-9269480186568425722009-12-23T20:46:00.002-06:002009-12-23T20:48:50.686-06:00WE ARE FULL OF HOLIDAY CHEER<div style="text-align: center;">Deck the halls with boughs of holly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fa la la la laaaa, la la LA LAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlnFP2CT2cJ-e8A3yuGAKKL7umyKZLOnv0RJueK9xX256oWKv-sbOMsgVyDtP8ByA6QU_f9OHBYqwV0Cg6RuUiu_nM9aUjnaUHi8UAyQGFVN1kKY-zQA_yX3X6lX6vz4MIzBYkJUP_xU/s1600-h/petra+singing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlnFP2CT2cJ-e8A3yuGAKKL7umyKZLOnv0RJueK9xX256oWKv-sbOMsgVyDtP8ByA6QU_f9OHBYqwV0Cg6RuUiu_nM9aUjnaUHi8UAyQGFVN1kKY-zQA_yX3X6lX6vz4MIzBYkJUP_xU/s400/petra+singing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418628555518423906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(singing at the piano)</span></i></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-70116480064428270672009-12-21T18:25:00.007-06:002009-12-21T18:46:13.110-06:00December 21<div style="text-align: left;">Hey! Are you guys as excited as me?</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWzNmiRaHraux3uyNvc7u75mePihdyVl3_-mXhs5q9UeJAtHWEmwWKt_6ZbFjbN2WsTWKHQj0QTK7UGNLsOhbOpfFOvV2gpMZ03dIDhVoux5n8CC21KTDZhdObtgnRrbttbn4PVeTYhM/s400/DSC02110.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853945319789890" /></div><div>Presents are piling up under the tree, and I'm trying to figure out which ones are for me.</div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGV9WoV5kl5rN_OsZAZDH56nMdaw5yD_XJEIIPCAWZFwpamhQEG7Eyjx_1kr6hUZCE3bNOKSmKfseUQBesNP3vOSCxbhHizbmyQcznPTYP6pp6L39Lp5o0Sv_Nh1cr9GU6icBeVs9YNY/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGV9WoV5kl5rN_OsZAZDH56nMdaw5yD_XJEIIPCAWZFwpamhQEG7Eyjx_1kr6hUZCE3bNOKSmKfseUQBesNP3vOSCxbhHizbmyQcznPTYP6pp6L39Lp5o0Sv_Nh1cr9GU6icBeVs9YNY/s400/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851171767823778" /></a>Team effort is required to read the tags, so Fig and Tad keep watch while I scope out what's way in the back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMse_Ep-wB-mIpxPjMy0D7JcAIeJMmSaGtzFDxdMGBCblJVyU2ETbqNNIjsYFHr4eYskLfz7Agg8tuZv22md6KlbLm0pMaTtVEtPqarSvcXmLn-CMGBJOzLM7BlPNXxEtdf5dR9WOoWPE/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMse_Ep-wB-mIpxPjMy0D7JcAIeJMmSaGtzFDxdMGBCblJVyU2ETbqNNIjsYFHr4eYskLfz7Agg8tuZv22md6KlbLm0pMaTtVEtPqarSvcXmLn-CMGBJOzLM7BlPNXxEtdf5dR9WOoWPE/s400/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851002142984546" /></a>What does this say? Better be good, better watch out, better be nice cause Santa is coming to town?</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GkEmtxH1EbYPsb5JS7D3KWgxrpIp_fqmOkJoucA0fvEXGSDc_9YiXAUJlceCISo2dRZQy-i_rcgn6BRubgTsVe0bw7659Xo0cZOYjH9KHrPiYmDu30BA5rqR_nkxp-Rno8RYUSonjRc/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GkEmtxH1EbYPsb5JS7D3KWgxrpIp_fqmOkJoucA0fvEXGSDc_9YiXAUJlceCISo2dRZQy-i_rcgn6BRubgTsVe0bw7659Xo0cZOYjH9KHrPiYmDu30BA5rqR_nkxp-Rno8RYUSonjRc/s400/DSC02108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417850823640248130" /></a>Yikes! I'm heading to the manger to take a nap and praying for a silent night. I can't blow it when Christmas is just 4 days away.</div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-76828763329311731252009-12-09T18:53:00.013-06:002009-12-09T19:24:29.563-06:00christmas time<div style="text-align: left;">Christmas at our house means baking and frosting cookies.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyKsBsk0HgyLfjHb4IJzTdVrDUKiTy_iM0XBzxczJYTvptyU9BGOq8KlLrL2IvCY-r1iGp3CGN_nfYZ-NzCcJGtcCvcCdfn1dbUVvEcg8tZ1XG2IaPXCIJ5UFjuHHrD6Yr99Ba43he6Q/s400/DSC02080.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413406042958142018" /></div><div>These sugar cookies take TIME, and I mean lots and lots of time.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD51bl0wUeArOeTYnvy95WAVlicbQd9AGMkrS4VQInGRYDbEV_Q_x0Vw3FMLop_90iLehJVzuthypUhoTrF2K2NqX8oFo4z8FORSchBJ4hEZvmKKBCcJHbcDqXgZV11NicRkL25LnOJk/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD51bl0wUeArOeTYnvy95WAVlicbQd9AGMkrS4VQInGRYDbEV_Q_x0Vw3FMLop_90iLehJVzuthypUhoTrF2K2NqX8oFo4z8FORSchBJ4hEZvmKKBCcJHbcDqXgZV11NicRkL25LnOJk/s400/DSC02092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413405753458867186" /></a>I used to get bored and take naps while baking was going on because I never get any cookies to eat, but this year things changed.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyAUzNZqDWiJwkAsh_V_xctVFml-Zot2So2425Ad9hs5exi6AzTFR4DmNX-MMuuQQMyJKjzyIopxeHYKuOyCt25fDgxy0lPFnS1U_r4SxtorluIyJ_JMuQyrpsJB5wUjbyhYXTHlJ3Pw/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyAUzNZqDWiJwkAsh_V_xctVFml-Zot2So2425Ad9hs5exi6AzTFR4DmNX-MMuuQQMyJKjzyIopxeHYKuOyCt25fDgxy0lPFnS1U_r4SxtorluIyJ_JMuQyrpsJB5wUjbyhYXTHlJ3Pw/s400/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413405658631117202" /></a>Thanks to Fig, I learned that food is available in places other than the kitchen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-VGEQYv1cHd_mTf1ZBRQBgOqka9Mefr961n9nt90_4jOLAQPtwn_uObecE5o2oczuvz7wEal6c7GeqiXDcMUAT6tBrRNeyS67FrCcuBr3UWGaaqXBRaCuOUHnQeTiOOc7N0BirJED4s/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-VGEQYv1cHd_mTf1ZBRQBgOqka9Mefr961n9nt90_4jOLAQPtwn_uObecE5o2oczuvz7wEal6c7GeqiXDcMUAT6tBrRNeyS67FrCcuBr3UWGaaqXBRaCuOUHnQeTiOOc7N0BirJED4s/s400/DSC02087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413405556752584242" /></a>Take a look at this tree. There are BERRIES to eat! And PINE CONES! </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ5qlJJWH5HFoxh8z6dGqgWBTNSOXHKImd7q00TU0RjvvvUdrWx6Zqsg1-vvkuHWhP2a6yOjxOKe4zhOkaM1OJJ-YrSGy-Z24-u7hQMsRIzot2ZbwZfwSKT54xQSlkxE137PGn9KKtys/s1600-h/DSC02085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ5qlJJWH5HFoxh8z6dGqgWBTNSOXHKImd7q00TU0RjvvvUdrWx6Zqsg1-vvkuHWhP2a6yOjxOKe4zhOkaM1OJJ-YrSGy-Z24-u7hQMsRIzot2ZbwZfwSKT54xQSlkxE137PGn9KKtys/s400/DSC02085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413405450531555858" /></a>And GINGERBREAD boys!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuH0tZ_8JeyP9rCvP9VWYqqOUN4XT0zbxMW7Mgp55ZbWt8UMEJrDRvHKzaHe9hkvW1ZikXaIlPNKSYNClyoM4jmlHCqf3HbSyitRJgKIkKc5ih63NsrFXtj-whEyvEf5ObLps5tYIXg2E/s400/DSC02082.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413405261356872930" />We had a small problem, but it didn't take us long to solve it.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff1_YWwu3qqkHd7IytzC4eVaXUHtz9bR7cIqZATe8ixbHhKNowVFtAwVGZahMTzcCgckVg_1U1z-gxqysZdXEiFgkJ9iV3ajL7MQVzcsrigYjh0-B3XGxRBjMC_Cji1jWaBI74MJ1ACA/s400/DSC02083.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413405353629778306" /><div style="text-align: left;">Fig can work miracles!</div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-29551367170105570442009-12-01T18:28:00.004-06:002009-12-01T19:21:26.865-06:00in hiding<div style="text-align: left;">Can you see me? I love it here. It's Tad's crate, and it sits in the kitchen in direct sunlight.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVyiQUzTiUyCkxvT1blEbtEG8ypBYrHPmCFygyHq_2ZvwYwfGLNb7QVU3EjafIi6n9MBqrGUh6YR8fIUgkTQyrxH4kll_Q_CqnxKkjU-lkci-VZVOrjUhkf-O2UICMg9rBaP0uxTem7U/s400/petra+in+cage.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410429321703982178" /></div><div>Since T-Pole has some "naughty, bad dog" tricks, Motch is taking no chances. It's a new rule that came into effect when he moved in: when the last person leaves for the day, Tad goes to jail because Motch doesn't want any puddles and droppings in the house. (She says to thank you, Fleas Gang, for being concerned that I don't pick up his bad habits.) Tad doesn't think it's so bad to get locked up because he gets a carrot --- and then he doesn't howl.</div><div><br /></div><div>But when he is free, it's my turn! I like it in here! Sometimes Fig and Tad are a bit too much for me, and I like my space. Before they came, I was alone for most of the day, and I liked it that way. So when I get the chance, I slip inside and enjoy the quiet and solitude. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pretty perceptive on the part of Petra Pot Pie, wouldn't you say?</div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-59431862733505289352009-11-24T11:57:00.004-06:002009-11-24T12:27:04.471-06:00gone way and furever too longOh my goodnes, I just don't know what to say. There is no excuse for being gone for so long. None whatsoever. No family crisis. No personal issues. Not a word to say. Motch has been lazy, lazy, lazy and that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.<br /><br />To catch you up on some news: my grandma is home from the nursing home and doing okay, except she's not as strong as she thought she'd be by now. She's kind of discouraged about that. She's coming to our house for Thanksgiving, and I think I'll let her share her food with me to cheer her up.<br /><br />Speaking of home, that's an area that has expanded where I live. Hannah and Leah and <strong>FIG and TAD</strong> are ALL living with me right now! I'm learning new things from them; every so often you'll hear ME growl first when someone rings the doorbell.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407731357426724066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWcMNmGBuPcPoBRH1WX84BMqh-nBxmNdBvaARcEouM_KsS2a-9iTAwMhyphenhyphenNxbNHpZ7P8FPi-7VK5_460xUGdT7s2skMvog0Oh33Wb5BPq15ksWtWpuD8wSIAPCfQHnqnKX4YmP0KSXSlc/s400/petra+nov+09.JPG" />I'm still the littlest one, and I'm learning to take care of myself. It's hard work, and I don't get as much sleep as I used to, so I walk around with droopy eyes alot. Both girls have both modified their beds so that I can climb up and down on them (they got tired of listening to me chirp when I was left behind). My appetite is growing, too, because if I don't eat my food, guess who will? So I eat twice a day now, really fast...food that I didn't like a month ago.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2y7WIOJCvTTsvbNizdg62m09Wcw5qiC4Y22Nv_S_YLHImGbuw1yGQ6hx0GnamSL5n8s0Tv0fzZF7xdqdEaQlzvRBBtNu4m11AzUdOn6gGPLPA4Wfpcts1L_qULBQrppFvQST5JGW57Jw/s1600/petra+laughs+nov+09.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407731248570188914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2y7WIOJCvTTsvbNizdg62m09Wcw5qiC4Y22Nv_S_YLHImGbuw1yGQ6hx0GnamSL5n8s0Tv0fzZF7xdqdEaQlzvRBBtNu4m11AzUdOn6gGPLPA4Wfpcts1L_qULBQrppFvQST5JGW57Jw/s400/petra+laughs+nov+09.JPG" /></a> Anyway, enough rambling for now. I am happy, life is good, and I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving!</div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-62853443244209999442009-08-12T09:09:00.010-05:002009-08-12T10:20:06.773-05:00nightly walks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cvng4AQOZ_fJaqYnSF_yc5sSpyGrWLKnV8jVhMqJsg5zBLAfJ0dAOwUvCIXylbgqrkMEUyKWKz06k2ldNIKYKHj1C9Mik1vScE13zH_2g5zu6MS5ym8AdnHYX7mOkIPHbFi-q0UQm_I/s1600-h/petty+upside+down.JPG"></a>My walks begin like this.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzp0F7USmp65XiPQUOLGLWh6ScEJ9riS3WsWdijR-6jr0KyKa1jQFVxvVoNNG-uHiiAPnwROXiGDNTITSo47uCZw7lzA1_iKkxkFjXQ4NlXZvMZ65gcqghrKZs-Nbql8B0V2nCCLvtNY4/s1600-h/Petra+09+132.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369080335537236274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzp0F7USmp65XiPQUOLGLWh6ScEJ9riS3WsWdijR-6jr0KyKa1jQFVxvVoNNG-uHiiAPnwROXiGDNTITSo47uCZw7lzA1_iKkxkFjXQ4NlXZvMZ65gcqghrKZs-Nbql8B0V2nCCLvtNY4/s400/Petra+09+132.jpg" /></a> I get carried across the prairie grass which grows taller than me and makes me itch. I know it doesn't look like much in this picture, but this photo is deceiving and it really is TALL grass.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYGUYxaCPNh3Fq9IIomHKVZkN7DdabZPhlno3N5Zc68PckfH1sBDfpezneHbrGGhVYz4ClE_3YwNq9QhxgrImypCm37XknRwd4kyZ69FsdaT3PjC6L-vq7M7qSseC9YrNA9COiDgObTbf/s1600-h/Petra+09+138.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369080247726794178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYGUYxaCPNh3Fq9IIomHKVZkN7DdabZPhlno3N5Zc68PckfH1sBDfpezneHbrGGhVYz4ClE_3YwNq9QhxgrImypCm37XknRwd4kyZ69FsdaT3PjC6L-vq7M7qSseC9YrNA9COiDgObTbf/s400/Petra+09+138.jpg" /></a> Then I'm lowered to the ground and freedom rings!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjTtnGAuwkslc0PuGJ3sfbXT6blADvTkcXiPWY1EmOtv7VbjChiXa-VKMwYVQkdnT7R_GJ4ft5jOUSlwnj4RP4Ge2q5bG-lKOesQnl6XjQ4rCAw3H8BmIJtBlmAE8c0m9LNtGxmhRDRLx/s1600-h/Petra+09+135.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079993737781842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjTtnGAuwkslc0PuGJ3sfbXT6blADvTkcXiPWY1EmOtv7VbjChiXa-VKMwYVQkdnT7R_GJ4ft5jOUSlwnj4RP4Ge2q5bG-lKOesQnl6XjQ4rCAw3H8BmIJtBlmAE8c0m9LNtGxmhRDRLx/s400/Petra+09+135.jpg" /></a> This is Zoe, one of my new friends. He looks like an oreo cookie, and I'm trying to see if he smells like chocolate.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFI_MKEageKRZ2rcBP9yvT_X_wAUdqLUh37b-JreVMRy2rFlKlk8Ju8mx-46Fu4JpKm-tYUEh9gFXaDqgSBRtq2waN6kNP8kuN-ISHt-gmIHJgaSY-5SYlArcPCWiZ2da_hwqSKGIMTZV/s1600-h/Petra+09+134.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079900378739794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFI_MKEageKRZ2rcBP9yvT_X_wAUdqLUh37b-JreVMRy2rFlKlk8Ju8mx-46Fu4JpKm-tYUEh9gFXaDqgSBRtq2waN6kNP8kuN-ISHt-gmIHJgaSY-5SYlArcPCWiZ2da_hwqSKGIMTZV/s400/Petra+09+134.jpg" /></a> No, he's all dog, but he sure looks good enough to lick.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqsz0c4h5YfY1Z4XX5FAwC-82iK2rTS5GkytFw_JXxVgOXS_5-zDAy5wSKFynLeeDY-QQuPkM_IMA112dUZyQAAmaDPakYSweSbvFKOhZyxdzyIbeA2x2QuWLJxZrUBNJEcmmUzzAOKTh/s1600-h/Petra+09+139.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079756598155090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqsz0c4h5YfY1Z4XX5FAwC-82iK2rTS5GkytFw_JXxVgOXS_5-zDAy5wSKFynLeeDY-QQuPkM_IMA112dUZyQAAmaDPakYSweSbvFKOhZyxdzyIbeA2x2QuWLJxZrUBNJEcmmUzzAOKTh/s400/Petra+09+139.jpg" /></a> And this is Nugget. Doesn't he remind you of Paris Rains?<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNgO3jNkN8KgXoFqL9tl4gUrf6B6bCZUHtkKnnnz1EoBQaI9ll2beyZJcqP7hkEHPDI6nnaZm5m0PgtzK9qNXDrGuURSDNjNrDmMykTtJmMgEyE401SzGA3IQCCnehSh-gDhEQtHKjNaH/s1600-h/Petra+09+140.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079655832059618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNgO3jNkN8KgXoFqL9tl4gUrf6B6bCZUHtkKnnnz1EoBQaI9ll2beyZJcqP7hkEHPDI6nnaZm5m0PgtzK9qNXDrGuURSDNjNrDmMykTtJmMgEyE401SzGA3IQCCnehSh-gDhEQtHKjNaH/s400/Petra+09+140.jpg" /></a>Nugget is a strange one. When his dad hits a ball into a hole, he just sits down beside him instead of chasing the ball. So although he looks like Paris, I don't think he acts like her.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cvng4AQOZ_fJaqYnSF_yc5sSpyGrWLKnV8jVhMqJsg5zBLAfJ0dAOwUvCIXylbgqrkMEUyKWKz06k2ldNIKYKHj1C9Mik1vScE13zH_2g5zu6MS5ym8AdnHYX7mOkIPHbFi-q0UQm_I/s1600-h/petty+upside+down.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369095893391675778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cvng4AQOZ_fJaqYnSF_yc5sSpyGrWLKnV8jVhMqJsg5zBLAfJ0dAOwUvCIXylbgqrkMEUyKWKz06k2ldNIKYKHj1C9Mik1vScE13zH_2g5zu6MS5ym8AdnHYX7mOkIPHbFi-q0UQm_I/s400/petty+upside+down.JPG" /></a> And then my walks end like this, where I collapse on the floor or in somebody's arms. Life is good!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-18317030564983709282009-08-06T08:42:00.004-05:002009-08-06T09:14:12.701-05:00leash rashI love my walks, and we take them almost every night. Usually they are happy and uneventful, but the other night, Motch felt the wrath of my leash.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjlNrBcTeMsD85d_fW-yfW1En44G6oo7Vz5UCGlpujygwmtRGODpZg6enw32Nz1JPvP6l6qiCdprJIk1HgkY_qfld5kMwGSXTRHXxFZl7_ajgkmsWAlP6lDPoRPCTpkYuK3sYIV7BRPwn/s1600-h/Petra+09+133.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366848452620147490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjlNrBcTeMsD85d_fW-yfW1En44G6oo7Vz5UCGlpujygwmtRGODpZg6enw32Nz1JPvP6l6qiCdprJIk1HgkY_qfld5kMwGSXTRHXxFZl7_ajgkmsWAlP6lDPoRPCTpkYuK3sYIV7BRPwn/s400/Petra+09+133.jpg" /></a> It looks a little nasty.<br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwA6DK_19xUfpbR4GSAEm5P5NGZBjjpCnRxTMkVMCkVJmt2aCUqq6Ek-OTZdOqu9c3rSba3qzBdJYLvprJptA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>When I run in circles, she needs to stay out of the way. Maybe adding jumping rope to her exercise routine would help?<p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366845986118790402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvNJqdtB9E8WDBlk0XICq6SxNPMv8Nwb0zSOc8Oi6W8myTHefSr2Rc98YQK7THTLAnwFp8ZJi1Pj8EihCp_A16VapBJ6jnVzd1_AoctIh932f32ozOVmRjtMOMy_SPXhbmGKL6nHws7mE/s400/Petra+09+130.jpg" /></p>At least there are no red marks on ME!Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-74078247317021862272009-08-05T12:05:00.002-05:002009-08-05T12:14:48.427-05:00first place<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqwKxzDNKZ9do5RJbY9ztKGVIvaVelMAuuYtsTHtiKmGTeEgWZ0sgAVQPYePzjtYxU4Hn45_bM00bAAPRmTW6B3XPgqzYweAnm7KoYoEheG51t5UmOgDm4Iq68YbzthYNuDUXlVFQoEgv/s1600-h/cubs+cards.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366529163195899826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqwKxzDNKZ9do5RJbY9ztKGVIvaVelMAuuYtsTHtiKmGTeEgWZ0sgAVQPYePzjtYxU4Hn45_bM00bAAPRmTW6B3XPgqzYweAnm7KoYoEheG51t5UmOgDm4Iq68YbzthYNuDUXlVFQoEgv/s400/cubs+cards.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HQ4lBiQZpnDVD10GONAR748JbAktOCzznmWwNap1wzWTyTZ4ueqAFdY-4wZJCTI_G7ATm_ZR4dLvjBensi1hZSqpMhyNErvn9UrjsBhj8AQSB_PeTi0wDNphyeRh5nwfDLkevU4D5P8i/s1600-h/p's+kiss.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366527295112689970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HQ4lBiQZpnDVD10GONAR748JbAktOCzznmWwNap1wzWTyTZ4ueqAFdY-4wZJCTI_G7ATm_ZR4dLvjBensi1hZSqpMhyNErvn9UrjsBhj8AQSB_PeTi0wDNphyeRh5nwfDLkevU4D5P8i/s400/p's+kiss.JPG" /></a> YESIREEEEEEE! My Cubbies are in first place!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-63078605149171905262009-07-28T08:41:00.008-05:002009-07-28T10:46:04.343-05:00goodbye my friendWell, it is a sad day for me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifT9rD7mY9i8EUXzknk2lxRCfkMmNMMkY5yYk23HlvmWYXipFXADE7yRCPkufUWAwQER1VrOp1Cfp5c6y0pOcfmUxK1nSHWC_zETxGT1C4P8nQFfhFZg2SSW7nYkKtKTH1Vd4BnraWXhpx/s1600-h/Petra+09+128.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363506310941026850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifT9rD7mY9i8EUXzknk2lxRCfkMmNMMkY5yYk23HlvmWYXipFXADE7yRCPkufUWAwQER1VrOp1Cfp5c6y0pOcfmUxK1nSHWC_zETxGT1C4P8nQFfhFZg2SSW7nYkKtKTH1Vd4BnraWXhpx/s400/Petra+09+128.jpg" /></a> My beloved chair is being removed from the bedroom and dragged into the front hall.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xOPAZx1-u-wUE3i3-rzRd1wkOdFJMn7JdN7D6ofC05BZqdQ9JXlezDK1wQtPZpuY6offQ2GF-cqeROA_EmNuRVuFtkwC2-ywisUeSnDnBF8A1-P8es3x1DNK_cIrY4SPcMpZxprdOe6y/s1600-h/Petra+09+129.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363506197848208386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xOPAZx1-u-wUE3i3-rzRd1wkOdFJMn7JdN7D6ofC05BZqdQ9JXlezDK1wQtPZpuY6offQ2GF-cqeROA_EmNuRVuFtkwC2-ywisUeSnDnBF8A1-P8es3x1DNK_cIrY4SPcMpZxprdOe6y/s400/Petra+09+129.jpg" /></a> </div><div></div><div>Its next stop with be on the curb, and I really don't understand why. It is a tad bit frayed, but I spent many months pulling each thread with love and affection. With intention. On purpose.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSZKyIuq5_N6ao-Y6qoFcRjS_BB3LRacodov08FXiMbpHvVWBrTLJTVOZILVQ_lgXd-4fQ8RoiGW17rD5cNG7VBNd6dOwZHmQZxzExlUZ0Vfb4o95XKNewPmqor6VgxqVlUSGP7xqmaoK/s1600-h/Petra+09+131.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363506021418273154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSZKyIuq5_N6ao-Y6qoFcRjS_BB3LRacodov08FXiMbpHvVWBrTLJTVOZILVQ_lgXd-4fQ8RoiGW17rD5cNG7VBNd6dOwZHmQZxzExlUZ0Vfb4o95XKNewPmqor6VgxqVlUSGP7xqmaoK/s400/Petra+09+131.jpg" /></a>This chair is to me what Cowboy Pig is to Joe. Why can't Motch put it in a cupboard and pull it out on special occasions like Joey's mom does? </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4zlFC2ut4znzsEZG2ke7N_6qDxqCp-FMrqZKolVvKngVdn17S6jS-c45kpiepwcZsgOH9qmvq3k_rfAR4IpM-jB6gADESDtPPnLog1CZOyGFbvWqx_WgCrGS3VhV1vvGWFfmYo7nSk5_/s1600-h/Petra+09+132.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363505872917070866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4zlFC2ut4znzsEZG2ke7N_6qDxqCp-FMrqZKolVvKngVdn17S6jS-c45kpiepwcZsgOH9qmvq3k_rfAR4IpM-jB6gADESDtPPnLog1CZOyGFbvWqx_WgCrGS3VhV1vvGWFfmYo7nSk5_/s400/Petra+09+132.jpg" /></a> She has already replaced it with this old thing, and I'm not very happy about it.</div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-17260446359151477732009-07-23T11:45:00.004-05:002009-07-23T12:08:35.350-05:00therapy dogsWe've been spending lots of time visiting Grammy, who is in rehab at the nursing home. She's working hard and enjoying her therapists, especially those cute ones.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361697845350685810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZYi-xDD4D-N5KrvXrFwlIuCVtNoaiiawjc6B6SCrA5hNurQ_cb5TM8Y-gnSahhNy0-6JB4nJGC80gtJAZpdLK9pYl7Hxftk0jt1OcGSGDPW4Z4Td49s9lbOr1PrLRqyJgQnIR8wFUeQ3/s400/Petra+09+116.jpg" />When I was there the other day, I met some therapy dogs, but I can't remember their names. Do you see the treat on this one's paw? He didn't eat it until he was told he could. All of the dogs did tricks like this, and it made people smile. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2wkGuEAsY4repz-egH3WXwvk3haZF_sP4znVWNKkogTZjoFUm82hLM64qIT4ScCE9QFQ_gne7HZssYhk5UA19E7prWbR0fDwZiRWNE5iGLriyyXhAguhl43YM9d2FFFmaRhy2NYZbV3p/s1600-h/puppia+petra.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361697753446985906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2wkGuEAsY4repz-egH3WXwvk3haZF_sP4znVWNKkogTZjoFUm82hLM64qIT4ScCE9QFQ_gne7HZssYhk5UA19E7prWbR0fDwZiRWNE5iGLriyyXhAguhl43YM9d2FFFmaRhy2NYZbV3p/s400/puppia+petra.JPG" /></a> No smiles from me, though. I wanted that thing! </div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-86174997405080271822009-07-17T11:02:00.004-05:002009-07-17T16:29:15.114-05:00happy friday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLN2SlUPSkb_C8QOYXrsPwLn1wLSHP9J0jVnQzbRl3URo7WcsogogsdlDXxPx1U2DAcGsL0jsEfSPMJXVzS-2kimQX1iy_QfKswS410fwwhTzrlMIFVkMDfzHUZtG07KggkVqFswG2yNq/s1600-h/birthday+card.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359544081758575618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLN2SlUPSkb_C8QOYXrsPwLn1wLSHP9J0jVnQzbRl3URo7WcsogogsdlDXxPx1U2DAcGsL0jsEfSPMJXVzS-2kimQX1iy_QfKswS410fwwhTzrlMIFVkMDfzHUZtG07KggkVqFswG2yNq/s400/birthday+card.gif" /></a> Hey Everybody! Look at the card Mack made for me! Isn't it PAWSOME?! Thank you, Mack! I LOVE LOVE LOVE it! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359460227949354530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXN-ZzYOXlZP-5O05OZeZIsiwKHyKidOyH3ySwXPI6NK7huTxGTC-iuv6Zc2Gi8qoIJ1f0lFxOZg5O0LMnqyCwMSWyzJg7DeAlCGDnlWxHq8pzeLIGYN5lxHoJ3v8MyBakthLf6g1evO8/s400/Petra+09+080.jpg" /> Just 2-year-old Petra saying have a great weekend!Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-46685094721814290632009-07-14T11:41:00.015-05:002009-07-14T14:02:51.386-05:00Happy Birthday to ME!Yes, today is the big day: my 2nd birthday! Can you believe I'm 2 already?<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366678717519986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi201ImB-vsQnLI7XRcdE1WVG6HEL4yfvLYOGfnn0JNfrhzfaGeHCwI3TxlmB2QgV-55Ui7KGf4p8TBasHhZnfjnvr5UuqyqsSzBPtWCnECjeVjaNLzxY_2fJawZY8QwISBwRYydhaADCEq/s400/Petra+09+108.jpg" /></div><div>Can you think of a better way to celebrate than with frosty paws?</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbc0xPVz805W2z5Ygm4GFnGfdmblP_faSCbLyhaU2E6X_-p_CCW-fpdzdh1Ea0MilJ56_9dweIwqR9uX8AyR4XXlHBYzmcIWQEC9yjfwXwZUNnntgHpFp4SshxwF6mNYZldb-1nygXalcB/s1600-h/Petra+09+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366603476966514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbc0xPVz805W2z5Ygm4GFnGfdmblP_faSCbLyhaU2E6X_-p_CCW-fpdzdh1Ea0MilJ56_9dweIwqR9uX8AyR4XXlHBYzmcIWQEC9yjfwXwZUNnntgHpFp4SshxwF6mNYZldb-1nygXalcB/s400/Petra+09+110.jpg" /></a> With Fig and Tad?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6H7CcStEZ3NDUJLMCAn-BMD_e3c-H36iZ-1TpTSy3zkxrYw3EXtEuf_L3pJTV97BFj0O7nYAeWvg7SZsgiTZ6_cyQ0BDHffkgY6GqWNIVXMcr9mH3inkfM9pJDwo7eC5Gjx9Rm7NYhtq/s1600-h/Petra+09+112.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366477885296450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6H7CcStEZ3NDUJLMCAn-BMD_e3c-H36iZ-1TpTSy3zkxrYw3EXtEuf_L3pJTV97BFj0O7nYAeWvg7SZsgiTZ6_cyQ0BDHffkgY6GqWNIVXMcr9mH3inkfM9pJDwo7eC5Gjx9Rm7NYhtq/s400/Petra+09+112.jpg" /></a> Figgy ate hers so fast that she came and helped me finish mine.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KvGmKRpYPvEyhZu9avE9Up2c4BUcbXMAA88TULEFCXBmv8-J5HjFmCpRg1ajTR3Su-gQBtR_Ep6taZi_jCXbTX0lH-DLo-kxIU42yJbGS6SEeKRKanZdRemZ0R14B3MyrkZPkHL30-Nw/s1600-h/Petra+09+109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366239450787346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KvGmKRpYPvEyhZu9avE9Up2c4BUcbXMAA88TULEFCXBmv8-J5HjFmCpRg1ajTR3Su-gQBtR_Ep6taZi_jCXbTX0lH-DLo-kxIU42yJbGS6SEeKRKanZdRemZ0R14B3MyrkZPkHL30-Nw/s400/Petra+09+109.jpg" /></a> I went to visit Grammy at the nursing home on this happy occasion, too.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3ieFK5cMHdQHBV1ThIP2pzUT6wTiIB63N0RYGnJ1T0b6INeg5_JgxMdC6Dx4i5G9HUuvvFtfa-U22CdvepfLM1O0fqJVCTmUfbQebOZU3JZzRT_T-plp7YQCx0-u323QOWwH7jYQCaqY/s1600-h/Petra+09+117.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358365929887664258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3ieFK5cMHdQHBV1ThIP2pzUT6wTiIB63N0RYGnJ1T0b6INeg5_JgxMdC6Dx4i5G9HUuvvFtfa-U22CdvepfLM1O0fqJVCTmUfbQebOZU3JZzRT_T-plp7YQCx0-u323QOWwH7jYQCaqY/s400/Petra+09+117.jpg" /></a> She was happy to see me and happy that the Cubs split the series with the Cards over the weekend. She loves to display her W towel on her wheelchair. And just look at the lovely flowers that are stuck in the top of her wheelchair handle. Pretty cool, huh?!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiek1ZPhcdaQrGkObnA7Vhy5CX2fnJNFRYaBV6oAh53Vrg3URTPy2RnNxyMxMRzZKqtuuvdXfVqDhMCNNDaUjvuV1bICXsZSNlcVDSCGVhxWFEREPTpAiFHUMSQnsYiGdrecPVrFfcZEpG1/s1600-h/Petra+09+115.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358364176949842034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiek1ZPhcdaQrGkObnA7Vhy5CX2fnJNFRYaBV6oAh53Vrg3URTPy2RnNxyMxMRzZKqtuuvdXfVqDhMCNNDaUjvuV1bICXsZSNlcVDSCGVhxWFEREPTpAiFHUMSQnsYiGdrecPVrFfcZEpG1/s400/Petra+09+115.jpg" /></a> Tad went with me and he had fun sniffing legs.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKylcW2XkJq18w_fjudXbWJAlcX9s-FGd3594NSR-ArwJdjWkEoyy8T0fbEQdZZbTODUJbNWglzmyPUf3epaH2g0-W_8GbAIGDrn2RS1q22zdObYDYXq-NlFPQgvfAIx85YQhksuyKi3Cc/s1600-h/Petra+09+122.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358364053617652786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKylcW2XkJq18w_fjudXbWJAlcX9s-FGd3594NSR-ArwJdjWkEoyy8T0fbEQdZZbTODUJbNWglzmyPUf3epaH2g0-W_8GbAIGDrn2RS1q22zdObYDYXq-NlFPQgvfAIx85YQhksuyKi3Cc/s400/Petra+09+122.jpg" /></a> I liked sniffing cracker crumbs that fell to the floor.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGVEblnmssPQAz2jHP1oq9Y7AJeEm9xindSWzWvAWebIR0XmABMNtLQW58qK2Dbjd435HtwXLLnv1czHxX3e6vcPFT480deT5CXoQ79DydtYDTihdK2tUxroDsxX_5t1Tmr2QNI7Hhup3/s1600-h/Petra+09+127.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358363924847704290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGVEblnmssPQAz2jHP1oq9Y7AJeEm9xindSWzWvAWebIR0XmABMNtLQW58qK2Dbjd435HtwXLLnv1czHxX3e6vcPFT480deT5CXoQ79DydtYDTihdK2tUxroDsxX_5t1Tmr2QNI7Hhup3/s400/Petra+09+127.jpg" /></a> There's no doubt that Grammy loves me!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBtJL0tHCKY7jMY46E3CwYTyMZMVpeIDLmuamrTfeOWYb52fb2Vv2d4h6z-ZLmrAi7TVY7qXrJXIdTYddUSjvhU8nCYvfqiBxH8Bbt3BpyQ_ETNC6pqZYgW8PFrajZHGTIBrg-JnsOc3i/s1600-h/mom+and+petra.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357741080981346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBtJL0tHCKY7jMY46E3CwYTyMZMVpeIDLmuamrTfeOWYb52fb2Vv2d4h6z-ZLmrAi7TVY7qXrJXIdTYddUSjvhU8nCYvfqiBxH8Bbt3BpyQ_ETNC6pqZYgW8PFrajZHGTIBrg-JnsOc3i/s400/mom+and+petra.JPG" /></a> And I love her! This is the first time she held me, last November, on my gotcha day. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiO8P6btVTqZV-Brk26Ee6F5I3O3ixIZoTeGgoefkbrPNGt-lGousSg2WppNxU05VRWrFP9ju6lLo3kY1Ovn-tnBZ2Gyx3cf_QxI3uLTvBkFbBmvi95ZADZKePZtbXHPc6xarjBOvHHtAS/s1600-h/Petra+09+072.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358369972849191538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiO8P6btVTqZV-Brk26Ee6F5I3O3ixIZoTeGgoefkbrPNGt-lGousSg2WppNxU05VRWrFP9ju6lLo3kY1Ovn-tnBZ2Gyx3cf_QxI3uLTvBkFbBmvi95ZADZKePZtbXHPc6xarjBOvHHtAS/s400/Petra+09+072.jpg" /></a> And now I'm 2! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-42581054137103068352009-07-11T12:47:00.018-05:002009-07-12T17:29:30.355-05:00motch's favorites<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAcU3J4Cm6rTTJeFRPzd_8iKU9Ode1FtApNCN-rPR3FF_NHw0hpfKPlBGVLzCIKAqtaytNiN_WwuGPwcq_d0JIlFhyDkd8_ysBVW-REx1Cj4OXG66ry_JDWDqnMdcyw6E5rTibd-81oIt/s1600-h/P2041392.JPG"></a>OK, bear with me. I'm being nice to Motchie in hopes that I'll get some special treats on <span style="color:#ff0000;">my </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">birthday which is<em> Tuesday</em></span>. With that in mind, I'm letting her post the last photos of Switzerland, then we'll get back to ME and what this blog is all about.<br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357264445789194178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_eh9v8mePLsUm-hmLp3KFsbuQkAZPZ8jKPYq301Mz53Jfjq1Ip5EVy2zyl7cwN6z38VHyyZ0dJQgOTUTK4NTjzATaC5KRusyD6nG2lmwS4hFp8OCtno9-DDVW__-aOndhnYXeh8aZU69/s400/DSC01377.JPG" />From Zurich, they went to St. Moritz and stopped at Fluela Pass for a photo shoot. The mountain's reflection in the water is pretty amazing!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVONB9h60NDB0QT9RC5K5k39s5tVbYbeTojxWfesLkhJUNNf-smfNbv9IMf9dxCqnvgfhu9_TLTdQWI4YIciHSpO-4R9Ii-C56HdFyiMzqSkFHuV2WPB9TJGLsnvg_8mbmTiD82KctFbV/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357264305988474130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVONB9h60NDB0QT9RC5K5k39s5tVbYbeTojxWfesLkhJUNNf-smfNbv9IMf9dxCqnvgfhu9_TLTdQWI4YIciHSpO-4R9Ii-C56HdFyiMzqSkFHuV2WPB9TJGLsnvg_8mbmTiD82KctFbV/s400/DSC01384.JPG" /></a> Edelweiss grows high in the alps, so the only time they saw it was in village shops. The cost for this one was 38 swiss francs (about 38 dollars).<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357264072199445426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSbEvn69jfBOJHCcOsj4uwVFe3UVK5EuX4-lcU2zfvEhjxDmC9hpLEnM3iyVQxWUPdeekH48mlHpyUQnWlbG81-V9ATeIR5vS7BVMF9DzSgZe-Wuyh4Ih6-L6ANZQ5QztbActpM5_dSrU/s400/DSC01465.JPG" /> The snow was melting and flowing from the mountains to little streams in every town. It was moving fast and made a lot of noise.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizk6KZYXp7SnIpIdXJoUqIfITXLaUa0WoH1aGActwPibT1-wUsoj13MpMGXVyNX5z8zzFIymisX9h1C__Qusvrh5YiIiBCTZ_OXMjLZwjOeSsTEbHZEaq5MUcaW3t8VE7UCwa1l9JEoXU-/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357263763338477010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizk6KZYXp7SnIpIdXJoUqIfITXLaUa0WoH1aGActwPibT1-wUsoj13MpMGXVyNX5z8zzFIymisX9h1C__Qusvrh5YiIiBCTZ_OXMjLZwjOeSsTEbHZEaq5MUcaW3t8VE7UCwa1l9JEoXU-/s400/DSC01613.JPG" /></a> You've already seen the Matterhorn, but this picture was taken early in the morning when it was more visible. There is a cemetary in Zermatt, the village where they stayed, honoring those who lost their lives when climbing this mountain.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLp7b90U4rcpSi8e4Rm1q09PJcZX8lgISCbPHJtAIRGY3b8YQPmf5KSxnqVvLnHeMdcV0T3Cmp4FLaavHWlLnylsUdNKrgHjwYYRAHG9qWW6RejiJ9gqYalDKlgSyWZLsrvURmLjKf8d_a/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357263527921296194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLp7b90U4rcpSi8e4Rm1q09PJcZX8lgISCbPHJtAIRGY3b8YQPmf5KSxnqVvLnHeMdcV0T3Cmp4FLaavHWlLnylsUdNKrgHjwYYRAHG9qWW6RejiJ9gqYalDKlgSyWZLsrvURmLjKf8d_a/s400/DSC01617.JPG" /></a>While on their way to Geneva, they saw Byron's Castle of Chillon. Although it's pretty, it would have been a scary prison.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil16IpFpeVRQY3GxlZ0LGVBFynG2OwF9XxZClggu7UvLvSR4NsqysnO9AceSrTqwKTQaX4qwNOwXBTwdf2XY5JwSjb8M7c1M488TkqoWgO2mm7SIrroHFJFAebROCZ2GS24S5mroYBuPna/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357263338288709378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil16IpFpeVRQY3GxlZ0LGVBFynG2OwF9XxZClggu7UvLvSR4NsqysnO9AceSrTqwKTQaX4qwNOwXBTwdf2XY5JwSjb8M7c1M488TkqoWgO2mm7SIrroHFJFAebROCZ2GS24S5mroYBuPna/s400/DSC01745.JPG" /></a> This is Chapel Bridge in Lucerne. They spent a lot of time exploring this old city and shopping for watches and swiss chocolates (which, by the way, are already gone and not a morsel dropped into my mouth).<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0py9y5wXL_R5cZSsJgWFyAFEptcp6SahnbeGGK8BnlgupgsUEfyYwiI4lIx5-Kl0AJa-vq-CX6qjSamF08f8HcoAg-ZAYWvPzeesx0kJQYVlBN6AeWVljvA4w_eN-u219EhjvuvMRj8Ar/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357262877539809634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0py9y5wXL_R5cZSsJgWFyAFEptcp6SahnbeGGK8BnlgupgsUEfyYwiI4lIx5-Kl0AJa-vq-CX6qjSamF08f8HcoAg-ZAYWvPzeesx0kJQYVlBN6AeWVljvA4w_eN-u219EhjvuvMRj8Ar/s400/DSC01633.JPG" /></a> In Geneva, they took a boat ride to Yvoire, France, and then explored this quaint little village. You can see how steep and winding the roads were!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1f6e2kxCB4P7O20fEWaPdaBdlQkg0T0wMQVCIPaPYjs66MXtGGbQm4_aWz0ZZeNjZAxJa3Pn7H9kVRW-riaMG9votyfa7ksm9dXueLs_yOfczvDwfVuXgAmPZmkF0XD0gTNUf2AGEtyqQ/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357262411760650274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1f6e2kxCB4P7O20fEWaPdaBdlQkg0T0wMQVCIPaPYjs66MXtGGbQm4_aWz0ZZeNjZAxJa3Pn7H9kVRW-riaMG9votyfa7ksm9dXueLs_yOfczvDwfVuXgAmPZmkF0XD0gTNUf2AGEtyqQ/s400/DSC01685.JPG" /></a> Motch snapped picture after picture of houses like this. Flower boxes filled with geraniums were the standard, and most of the geraniums were red like the swiss flag. The country was clean and quiet.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKBgI-77Fakrg9KgsdIb7XtwlDRzQBlhMv_2s9oneZWSAf5fR1ZP7E3GX1RhIph8lAu3yE5evPhQ3RNjDa90RTW03taIcQmz9tW5dxOnmlrl3CjQZksH9Jt7DXDGcaFagi4y5T4_Ldxo_/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357262160366343890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKBgI-77Fakrg9KgsdIb7XtwlDRzQBlhMv_2s9oneZWSAf5fR1ZP7E3GX1RhIph8lAu3yE5evPhQ3RNjDa90RTW03taIcQmz9tW5dxOnmlrl3CjQZksH9Jt7DXDGcaFagi4y5T4_Ldxo_/s400/DSC01772.JPG" /></a> From Lucerne, they took a train to Rothrist, a small little town where Motch's grandpa was born. He was just 2 when his mom died, and she was buried in the cemetary at this church. I'm sure I could have climbed the steps much faster than Motch to get to the top.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sXp9YrokSvTpNkO2In3_03J6E0QKzt4LKzTOjL8jSNZrpZTbINr1A52twlbn-uRX4KyZz-iH6jgnA99_NzbIbHfMjAiG6osswZo7UZM9t9RQs28RNnrG_Mw2AxdbtOO_Q3swjQwr8n6d/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357261989220107522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sXp9YrokSvTpNkO2In3_03J6E0QKzt4LKzTOjL8jSNZrpZTbINr1A52twlbn-uRX4KyZz-iH6jgnA99_NzbIbHfMjAiG6osswZo7UZM9t9RQs28RNnrG_Mw2AxdbtOO_Q3swjQwr8n6d/s400/DSC01763.JPG" /></a> But here's proof that she made it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-UOhm-G-DYyzqOgQ3GlLh8ghdiKQTGC6Fn48HcnEHt84cqJgK8uClyKfguxrf4Ir8XcrTacOz22GXvIq7VbYXB3MRt25ZRmO3q-SiR2K6mk4WoJJC9Fvqiz4jEkFp_9lfIUPtExX8AvW/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357265223533959410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-UOhm-G-DYyzqOgQ3GlLh8ghdiKQTGC6Fn48HcnEHt84cqJgK8uClyKfguxrf4Ir8XcrTacOz22GXvIq7VbYXB3MRt25ZRmO3q-SiR2K6mk4WoJJC9Fvqiz4jEkFp_9lfIUPtExX8AvW/s400/DSC01494.JPG" /></a> All of the cities and small towns had places where you could fill your water bottles or just take a drink. This water fountain is in Lugano. Motch thought she was in Italy when she was here because everyone spoke Italian and the structure of the buildings and city lay-out was Italian. And yes, she even had gelato ice cream here (several times) but I'm not letting her post a picture because it makes me hungry.</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOepl5oSTgIXidZhWMnTauZ_fF0PO_dYi-6F4D15blbU-9-IP25PLHtJQ1mefFsoDHpjgmfOOgH9wjtAQ_I8aV1bO8FJvV_IGq-E3RLhneJO07xA5PvCzJicX53KGbC4uiUjL554EeLsT/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357261450643564370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOepl5oSTgIXidZhWMnTauZ_fF0PO_dYi-6F4D15blbU-9-IP25PLHtJQ1mefFsoDHpjgmfOOgH9wjtAQ_I8aV1bO8FJvV_IGq-E3RLhneJO07xA5PvCzJicX53KGbC4uiUjL554EeLsT/s400/DSC01822.JPG" /></a>All good things must come to an end, and so did her vacation in Switzerland. She felt right at home at O'Hare and reminded herself that it was good to be back on U.S. soil.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAcU3J4Cm6rTTJeFRPzd_8iKU9Ode1FtApNCN-rPR3FF_NHw0hpfKPlBGVLzCIKAqtaytNiN_WwuGPwcq_d0JIlFhyDkd8_ysBVW-REx1Cj4OXG66ry_JDWDqnMdcyw6E5rTibd-81oIt/s1600-h/P2041392.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357266475064551682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAcU3J4Cm6rTTJeFRPzd_8iKU9Ode1FtApNCN-rPR3FF_NHw0hpfKPlBGVLzCIKAqtaytNiN_WwuGPwcq_d0JIlFhyDkd8_ysBVW-REx1Cj4OXG66ry_JDWDqnMdcyw6E5rTibd-81oIt/s400/P2041392.JPG" /></a> I was glad to have the wanderers home, but I can't say I was too bored or missed them too much. Leah took excellent care of me and even held me tight when I quivered through the thunderstorm and fireworks!<br /></div><div><br />So ends the tour of Switzerland, and that's fine with me because now we can focus on the next important event which occurs on <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">July 14, my 2nd birthday!</span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-35330887024998807822009-07-10T19:06:00.011-05:002009-07-10T20:02:48.651-05:00favorite pics of switzerlandMotch and P.A. are back from Switzerland and life is returning to normal. I thought I'd take a few minutes and share some of my favorite pictures of Switzerland with you.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezL2-C4mcplRmOyBEHeFeoD6ADObkq3EcDt-NsMUF8-DHG3vSsKqHEBT2-VDuoVnVJvbNyWCFtMO_Dq-hFXUVGh6mPPTdRaJc-d-COHa5BJQYVt813iUGpJVPC3l6QAlR5qOHqxMFp6hB/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356988119550718978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezL2-C4mcplRmOyBEHeFeoD6ADObkq3EcDt-NsMUF8-DHG3vSsKqHEBT2-VDuoVnVJvbNyWCFtMO_Dq-hFXUVGh6mPPTdRaJc-d-COHa5BJQYVt813iUGpJVPC3l6QAlR5qOHqxMFp6hB/s400/DSC01426.JPG" /></a> This is a little red train that took them through the Bernina Pass so that they could see the Alps up close.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356990933491757522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtyESEks44t5wu8lCo1lmlS81thBAkS0qF3GLqFcf6RKlid8b1yVUj3fvyRJ7rBsic07cevP9xTbRKXsdXaCb19137aJa7H5IKDG5J3_4S0PI7Zd3ByICTPlgaSKyj4XApkru0B794y12/s400/DSC01424.JPG" /> Everywhere they looked they saw mountain streams and lakes and waterfalls. The snow at the tip of the Alps met the clouds and they kind of melted together.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356987910580379522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiou48PhF2OmFsQi46CHTdNYmM-FZN2xx516cELQYdlvEvh3J4LNRXBLdnRnjMgZSrdNreOzuhdZ9oGYf3JlsD0nVcmMTuyt5juzcxbgI4lrUPjecKMgA1WrUsMGUpIXnssGuqoCUymHUxx/s400/DSC01435.JPG" /> Cows grazed on the countryside throughout the land. It's kind of hard to see, but they all wore cowbells.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvO2LOw9I-TdfRamx7GQ1P08WwIVyySXNxNtp3HB0JltK_pte6dJ-TMkMudpzCtOAFpe-3DjsaEWsAiFLFEW74Swc5kfTOkp7_i44ctYJRAlKI3KpKvO4osW8q0lOMYZxvjgBmN9s750GF/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356990228042038370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvO2LOw9I-TdfRamx7GQ1P08WwIVyySXNxNtp3HB0JltK_pte6dJ-TMkMudpzCtOAFpe-3DjsaEWsAiFLFEW74Swc5kfTOkp7_i44ctYJRAlKI3KpKvO4osW8q0lOMYZxvjgBmN9s750GF/s400/DSC01710.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div><div>They visited a rural community in a horse drawn carriage and listened to yodeling music as they rode along. One of the highlights of their trip was taking the train to a small town called Rothrist where Motch's grandpa was born and where his mom died and was buried.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ3Tr7K5XMOg62uslOz8X5yRlQYTB_YAV1hyphenhyphenpbWSLZ1c_NTHjIIZp2u9b9vvo27YupJo9AFP2XIz4DOCTq8WETkgKdyR5MArVaxBxc-gxMHrMEvsb3ccLFisBSD8Z8wIl6M0weEE8flHF/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356988941963016610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ3Tr7K5XMOg62uslOz8X5yRlQYTB_YAV1hyphenhyphenpbWSLZ1c_NTHjIIZp2u9b9vvo27YupJo9AFP2XIz4DOCTq8WETkgKdyR5MArVaxBxc-gxMHrMEvsb3ccLFisBSD8Z8wIl6M0weEE8flHF/s400/DSC01661.JPG" /></a> They visited big cities, too, and this is Berne. It means "bear" in German, so I like this town. They usually have bears that live in a zoo-like setting called the bear pits, but it is being remodeled right now so Motch didn't see any bears.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JK3N86xu2eKNsqs99wF4X4xLdkzsHN0HfdMU3X_xeyJJkIcXaPqaYTCDtnnjHb07QXuWoCOCdj1JzX7_SZ9nkZMjcCjC86bT8MnbFHjNUwSO_sdW5XWxtROaDJMiYWBVB37dZjID5P4w/s1600-h/DSC01663.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356989870300211778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JK3N86xu2eKNsqs99wF4X4xLdkzsHN0HfdMU3X_xeyJJkIcXaPqaYTCDtnnjHb07QXuWoCOCdj1JzX7_SZ9nkZMjcCjC86bT8MnbFHjNUwSO_sdW5XWxtROaDJMiYWBVB37dZjID5P4w/s400/DSC01663.JPG" /></a>But they did see a dog playing with a stick. It went too far down stream and he couldn't swim back to his owner because the current was too strong. Pretty soon his owner rescued him and pulled him out of the water with the stick.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsgU4SRW3wSdzSjvTYn9FZgDdbxUk8SzJ4C1hi8z0mZazL_XSvwooZvr639U1XPX6WZRSsaipEBQ_vtc6HkJ8jNd5Wb4aOMMorUUcboN0gfEtjepog6sCN1V8zE7SREzvdK9L9U4nr1uI/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356990040232109730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsgU4SRW3wSdzSjvTYn9FZgDdbxUk8SzJ4C1hi8z0mZazL_XSvwooZvr639U1XPX6WZRSsaipEBQ_vtc6HkJ8jNd5Wb4aOMMorUUcboN0gfEtjepog6sCN1V8zE7SREzvdK9L9U4nr1uI/s400/DSC01664.JPG" /></a> Then he took the stick and swam with it in his mouth to the steps, where he carried it to the top. Then his owner took it and threw it in the water again and again. He was having fun!<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZ_CdJ0o-3GirdR36l1bN-11DbExKpsDn2KWn_d5t-zSz30qHmTZzdcKG21tigc6yZGSmghxcge_oWRZfAPFiDEs4Ul-BNtg1yhqVu8wCxaRXHHEMQ1ox9hKB7EbQm0c0y_C7URrTiExm/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356988659932620642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZ_CdJ0o-3GirdR36l1bN-11DbExKpsDn2KWn_d5t-zSz30qHmTZzdcKG21tigc6yZGSmghxcge_oWRZfAPFiDEs4Ul-BNtg1yhqVu8wCxaRXHHEMQ1ox9hKB7EbQm0c0y_C7URrTiExm/s400/DSC01568.JPG" /></a> They took a cable car to the Matterhorn which is the highest mountain in Switzerland (can you see it in the background?), and then they got their picture taken with Heidi and Minnie! After the pictures were taken, the dogs got treats. Motch loved these guys because they were so sweet and gentle.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6PbC95OQkYdLbCsGSLVxMkXZKZpyvTrwwPEkxNx6j7v8ZcsxGIyGg8br-9H23BDbaqVXo_ZqXbiXbFDMyTfWN6uYjw0q7wdjQC5iijq1jzYoCdNdOSpkvdLbpzHrpwHJLU5KE6gpg1vK/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356988490255809410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6PbC95OQkYdLbCsGSLVxMkXZKZpyvTrwwPEkxNx6j7v8ZcsxGIyGg8br-9H23BDbaqVXo_ZqXbiXbFDMyTfWN6uYjw0q7wdjQC5iijq1jzYoCdNdOSpkvdLbpzHrpwHJLU5KE6gpg1vK/s400/DSC01569.JPG" /></a> They sure look like good rescue dogs, don't they?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6QO4vo7Ll8USLzlkdIhVp_GoE9Fnla93aOBh8fFYqmItRqGS4AqpJSMZOB18aOvlZhUbQ_iC4r_vs8VVv0kvnA0QmejH3M_UJMnh0RDxA68sTw2x3uASVJZDnSj4DvNCWnojtrBH2pxD/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356988271159462066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6QO4vo7Ll8USLzlkdIhVp_GoE9Fnla93aOBh8fFYqmItRqGS4AqpJSMZOB18aOvlZhUbQ_iC4r_vs8VVv0kvnA0QmejH3M_UJMnh0RDxA68sTw2x3uASVJZDnSj4DvNCWnojtrBH2pxD/s400/DSC01467.JPG" /></a> While they were walking the streets of St. Moritz, Motch said hi to these dogs and their owner asked if she wanted to take a picture. He was especially proud of this dog because he has blue eyes. Motch couldn't understand the dog's name. What do you think we should call him? Fritz?</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />OK, that's all I have time for right now. I'll let Motch share some of her favorite pictures next.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-33719494457289855732009-07-07T22:53:00.005-05:002009-07-07T23:03:37.650-05:00Happy Birthday Grammy!There will be a post about Switzerland coming soon, but I need to make an important announcement first. Today was Grammy's birthday! Leah's is coming up too, so we continued our tradition of celebrating both of them together.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BeCoWE6m7qhJLcY6UAYAmWOx0_2IjUAwPlRnGEwN_ZvMSKwtLA2vZv9vI_J_quviYGP3pi2pljy-1Hf6GDg_FU8L6yklNB0uw39qtSedm6riQG1l7B_O7gLZn87yeS34HjslSvHhhErR/s1600-h/P1011233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BeCoWE6m7qhJLcY6UAYAmWOx0_2IjUAwPlRnGEwN_ZvMSKwtLA2vZv9vI_J_quviYGP3pi2pljy-1Hf6GDg_FU8L6yklNB0uw39qtSedm6riQG1l7B_O7gLZn87yeS34HjslSvHhhErR/s400/P1011233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355934336289749762" border="0" /></a><br />I went to visit Grammy later tonight and she shared some of her birthday cookies with me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZqwRk8A0UHn2kMN89S7x1gs91NAauF-I2X4FcClz1m41JVgpItC2RyM1xDzHKssMqLBFm8UWt5UD3FdJqXj2WG0XRBPMPSAs-vqh_Mc8vcQ5KfolEjVjonARBXK-GZnrnIq67vh3muay/s1600-h/P1011249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZqwRk8A0UHn2kMN89S7x1gs91NAauF-I2X4FcClz1m41JVgpItC2RyM1xDzHKssMqLBFm8UWt5UD3FdJqXj2WG0XRBPMPSAs-vqh_Mc8vcQ5KfolEjVjonARBXK-GZnrnIq67vh3muay/s400/P1011249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355933328257665394" border="0" /></a><br />I wouldn't give her kisses at first because I was too distracted, but then she came up with an ingenious plan where we could share kisses and cookies at the same time!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTPlIl_xgoPBXhHMu49BUyoMF7CkoxXXl6xbdXLybfulrBvDE3y73IN_EyxAGKfoOL2R5S4TDbXtAOa8CJzw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />She's the best! Happy birthday, Grammy!Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-40152498673331242132009-07-03T15:34:00.021-05:002009-07-03T16:36:13.422-05:00grammyHi everybody! Sorry I haven't updated, but Leah was here with me this week. Motch will get back soon and should be back to blogging for me by Monday. We have good news though - Grammy's back surgery went "perfect" according to the surgeon! She is now rehab'ing in a nursing home, where she's been since Monday. And guess who went to visit her today?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dYdnKbsLmus3y4s9j1vfpk1WDfuza_b6onbg7VhBAjrBZvKTG1obULCjFudAE73Schi7LyEGwYYk7Uwut0ZNQgZSXR_NW3pYqxH5EqsnjH_NqG6HiDAkj7J_vCPB702ng8w-7FExccgK/s1600-h/P1011176.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dYdnKbsLmus3y4s9j1vfpk1WDfuza_b6onbg7VhBAjrBZvKTG1obULCjFudAE73Schi7LyEGwYYk7Uwut0ZNQgZSXR_NW3pYqxH5EqsnjH_NqG6HiDAkj7J_vCPB702ng8w-7FExccgK/s400/P1011176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354335591780109682" border="0" /></a>Whaaaaaaaaaaattssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppp?!??!?!??<br /><br />At first I wasn't sure about the place. I wouldn't walk in all by myself and had to be carried because it was kinda scary.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbosh01ab6tBhTrBg8mB2GXTleR5xGhY-2J1_w8GV4AIFROiUmbDcDSVe9fVcGvC7C9TDf6mTwnAlV-vtBcuXInZUX0gWvQrC1uHYzHgmeLNssBM8SkbMpi1v8sJL9V46nkQIvnU0aWiY/s1600-h/P1011195.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbosh01ab6tBhTrBg8mB2GXTleR5xGhY-2J1_w8GV4AIFROiUmbDcDSVe9fVcGvC7C9TDf6mTwnAlV-vtBcuXInZUX0gWvQrC1uHYzHgmeLNssBM8SkbMpi1v8sJL9V46nkQIvnU0aWiY/s400/P1011195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354336906936690658" border="0" /></a><br />I was so happy to see Grammy! I haven't gotten to see her for a while now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHEhSXcD9SLiKLVnus4z9njpLisdv4WJlChFYU_B26_pPsGeI5k_nj9KlwEIOu3sh3naGZit1nVs60qusezmf0EU0q_7tpYHKa4hPfmcTHqep48xwuDpvNGWWS_MQb4eYX7z1pypxR_2V/s1600-h/P1011197.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHEhSXcD9SLiKLVnus4z9njpLisdv4WJlChFYU_B26_pPsGeI5k_nj9KlwEIOu3sh3naGZit1nVs60qusezmf0EU0q_7tpYHKa4hPfmcTHqep48xwuDpvNGWWS_MQb4eYX7z1pypxR_2V/s400/P1011197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354339847934771154" border="0" /></a>She gave me treats,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlikZ-PtMNDgLwzEEmdvZWTLrJy-IFdARe7yl2v2Med3vGqmFn6Q6rgTCKBufhlQQ-6uV0Vvk03gmf1-dokxFegKK6Hk1PCo2_uBRELOXfNFxgPcD2ucUfGIEN7vfLsgCkmBGVgUNwkvop/s1600-h/P1011179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlikZ-PtMNDgLwzEEmdvZWTLrJy-IFdARe7yl2v2Med3vGqmFn6Q6rgTCKBufhlQQ-6uV0Vvk03gmf1-dokxFegKK6Hk1PCo2_uBRELOXfNFxgPcD2ucUfGIEN7vfLsgCkmBGVgUNwkvop/s400/P1011179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354340644394098914" border="0" /></a>I gave her kisses,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGV9lSQj5Q69Zpa-CTuDFJPFZxCQ2kcY2Ksf-cXxzl8Hs7EESWWJJXAqv8hRYhR4MEyG3I6RlXMdTat2DrlL1cTWs74JJspOALwcaBQAYKdkwWjEbb3JsJkFoP7EIKDdsxWzxWcf9u5ugf/s1600-h/P1011196.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGV9lSQj5Q69Zpa-CTuDFJPFZxCQ2kcY2Ksf-cXxzl8Hs7EESWWJJXAqv8hRYhR4MEyG3I6RlXMdTat2DrlL1cTWs74JJspOALwcaBQAYKdkwWjEbb3JsJkFoP7EIKDdsxWzxWcf9u5ugf/s400/P1011196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354340277716832626" border="0" /></a>we posed for the camera,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtAh556mbsKI-U5oWKCVo3nhjcb2V_EyAFWxgjJ-ry2bEbYAUxx829z5mi6nAaGzQPzWzGsqeGQl-AdR7R_U7W7bPfX8AMQP_m3M1ajlhz8Ftd9OXstEgd2e7fycBoKDJl7dcS0w1m4cr/s1600-h/P1011202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtAh556mbsKI-U5oWKCVo3nhjcb2V_EyAFWxgjJ-ry2bEbYAUxx829z5mi6nAaGzQPzWzGsqeGQl-AdR7R_U7W7bPfX8AMQP_m3M1ajlhz8Ftd9OXstEgd2e7fycBoKDJl7dcS0w1m4cr/s400/P1011202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354340336316269250" border="0" /></a>and we cuddled...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx3Tu2pG2k5L0uvL5E69mq3qfG4XcuSM5uM-BF2bfhl5YncbRT8Ipmhd2pSyyQU2_XoO3FjfdrLb_phAdr1LH47vWglLk-XXzr_lG9AIhwus46dLf6cl8nIdM2qMZkARIf8BxvhhBvS5N/s1600-h/P1011203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx3Tu2pG2k5L0uvL5E69mq3qfG4XcuSM5uM-BF2bfhl5YncbRT8Ipmhd2pSyyQU2_XoO3FjfdrLb_phAdr1LH47vWglLk-XXzr_lG9AIhwus46dLf6cl8nIdM2qMZkARIf8BxvhhBvS5N/s400/P1011203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354340393384264210" border="0" /></a><br />Then I got to go back with Grammy when she did some of her therapy! Here I am with her in the therapy room, giving her some much-needed support and distraction and cuteness...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEO8U5Mujt8VNO70ujDlugKPjuqTIuwRCLgzgjoF6m_0etT8Wf5nnaP-LwFdWyPDtbfILFQOeIg1SGVVcw5hpRlr0HLbK5F-rF_AfkQt9VQ_p02JBM6r75i7fPu953P3NY02mGQzgkJapb/s1600-h/P1011180.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEO8U5Mujt8VNO70ujDlugKPjuqTIuwRCLgzgjoF6m_0etT8Wf5nnaP-LwFdWyPDtbfILFQOeIg1SGVVcw5hpRlr0HLbK5F-rF_AfkQt9VQ_p02JBM6r75i7fPu953P3NY02mGQzgkJapb/s400/P1011180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354341829051367682" border="0" /></a>She gets little electric shocks into her back, so I'm glad I was there to help her with that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNiFgBrpaVm8_dWAT3nq8dzByfVoPVpec2Dp8Pb1bL9QAOh5vkCLs33C06Obw2D6wA2Wzs3a7fpztXmA8iYaDbhj9qGeVmwQIt2Me97r1N8Ep_-Bi9Yl1SDZxxGkEc7qgIsaovY6PxSiO/s1600-h/P1011184.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNiFgBrpaVm8_dWAT3nq8dzByfVoPVpec2Dp8Pb1bL9QAOh5vkCLs33C06Obw2D6wA2Wzs3a7fpztXmA8iYaDbhj9qGeVmwQIt2Me97r1N8Ep_-Bi9Yl1SDZxxGkEc7qgIsaovY6PxSiO/s400/P1011184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354342477088008594" border="0" /></a>I also walked down the halls with her. She's making excellent progress and walked farther today than she ever has before! But all that hard work gets really tiring....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8KtTkEXZ2Pwtq38LE0KQQe3zSiILiqA2_ak6roAP5dautsrpu6ls935uIj6VdsVYaC7iJB4pHSQoFPYMwoGWSCbQR1xQDuzd35PqUhhgBrHE07yr9GCKWNmeEzThxTeb-8SEArzpBbQb/s1600-h/P1011182.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8KtTkEXZ2Pwtq38LE0KQQe3zSiILiqA2_ak6roAP5dautsrpu6ls935uIj6VdsVYaC7iJB4pHSQoFPYMwoGWSCbQR1xQDuzd35PqUhhgBrHE07yr9GCKWNmeEzThxTeb-8SEArzpBbQb/s400/P1011182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354342709960314082" border="0" /></a><br />I needed a break. One of my favorite things about visiting Grammy there is that there is a trail that runs right by the building! It's perfect for mini-walks when I need a little potty break.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_8_8GeDACfZpOKG6QU49gkc3zgDeIZ-VGsjjcJKiKYXmTUcxtFTnwAhTbXVPaBR5KMLPu5qTXPyKNX0hVSACEwUMcH7auc6X47t7GgUtOn_fzFawzodXezJVUACoan_eN5Xw5BePSopF/s1600-h/P1011186.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_8_8GeDACfZpOKG6QU49gkc3zgDeIZ-VGsjjcJKiKYXmTUcxtFTnwAhTbXVPaBR5KMLPu5qTXPyKNX0hVSACEwUMcH7auc6X47t7GgUtOn_fzFawzodXezJVUACoan_eN5Xw5BePSopF/s400/P1011186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354343180012832018" border="0" /></a>There are lots of bikers on the trail though, unlike my golf course trail I usually walk on. They were pretty scary so I kept to the areas where I could check my pee-mail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQiRPuWOE0sQ_FvTW4EqyF8RLmI-D0UXeYscvFSFfZMyJHb2kfWhJNna7JTiXjt1AM2CRGF-88tlWgb2fSGoB3ucb-ylObbaxVsXdKrU8dT-CBOiHDyAA4eHCfkFwKXbiEFsfHcqooauU/s1600-h/P1011190.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQiRPuWOE0sQ_FvTW4EqyF8RLmI-D0UXeYscvFSFfZMyJHb2kfWhJNna7JTiXjt1AM2CRGF-88tlWgb2fSGoB3ucb-ylObbaxVsXdKrU8dT-CBOiHDyAA4eHCfkFwKXbiEFsfHcqooauU/s400/P1011190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354343505095502674" border="0" /></a>I wanted to keep walking but we had to obey the sign so we stopped and turned around and went back and resumed our visit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nH8OsBvNkxITuIYTbIRq5h4fGoFTjbIzA20bpK1ZKchgxMuUTqxUvKBu7SuoPXvZKBlp1DsVJkfoIos0w5xXQeubhNj9TQvRoOwNI1P6uEoH6szwoaL4LYL6lt2X-CT_LQc4sjw3Sa1T/s1600-h/P1011193.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nH8OsBvNkxITuIYTbIRq5h4fGoFTjbIzA20bpK1ZKchgxMuUTqxUvKBu7SuoPXvZKBlp1DsVJkfoIos0w5xXQeubhNj9TQvRoOwNI1P6uEoH6szwoaL4LYL6lt2X-CT_LQc4sjw3Sa1T/s400/P1011193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354343871602327746" border="0" /></a>I made tons of new friends - especially people who had Bostons at one time. One of them even took pictures of me and wanted to make sure I came to see her again before she leaves next Saturday!<br /><br />Thanks everyone for all your thoughts and prayers. Grammy is doing incredibly well and we're all so proud of her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycx0RWsRMCmBYbdI2p6gqU4_EWo-Kky2kRIxu1P6ItQlSoSOwEmJ4yU1xoXcYvE8ruhGmaUYZn9yA25OhfsuBfng2yawx0-v9soSwJrQr1XNA8HGF1nbB_Bm_ooGF_9xY2ZYBrhjrfthP/s1600-h/P1011212.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycx0RWsRMCmBYbdI2p6gqU4_EWo-Kky2kRIxu1P6ItQlSoSOwEmJ4yU1xoXcYvE8ruhGmaUYZn9yA25OhfsuBfng2yawx0-v9soSwJrQr1XNA8HGF1nbB_Bm_ooGF_9xY2ZYBrhjrfthP/s400/P1011212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354344968452987202" border="0" /></a><br />And I almost forgot - Happy 4th of July! Hope everyone has a great weekend!Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-82739723372459194622009-06-25T10:22:00.006-05:002009-06-25T11:00:55.964-05:00busy busyHAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEuo6Xbc43DipUx2i85cI4xIlJ-31dpd6W_NEMKTCqvbXJRkC_Vrvkr-B47oszDjvDNAkYbDOhcVBxGh_sr6-XphBc-6-XR5-OGZRakCo-jm7wyKn4nHo7UROa_4KWS1FIDOwBYGTSFQG/s1600-h/m's+party+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286516714659778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEuo6Xbc43DipUx2i85cI4xIlJ-31dpd6W_NEMKTCqvbXJRkC_Vrvkr-B47oszDjvDNAkYbDOhcVBxGh_sr6-XphBc-6-XR5-OGZRakCo-jm7wyKn4nHo7UROa_4KWS1FIDOwBYGTSFQG/s400/m's+party+2.JPG" /></a>We celebrated last night, and all I've got to say is that Fig took matters into her own hands to make sure she was happy on his special day. Tadpole and I were thoroughly impressed.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZz4HmInR1oYEqlmxSH4gEUM_OmY1UIVBfHc8waD2Ob1wyYYpvahuNrqYJSM8-N3gFYwM3hEFAuefOQhBT-THP-a5Omt-61XiV5JvDntVaO9x9uBBEvN5xlVBkaNW9MZnnM19EO6wFcb1/s1600-h/Petra+09+044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286430682904898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZz4HmInR1oYEqlmxSH4gEUM_OmY1UIVBfHc8waD2Ob1wyYYpvahuNrqYJSM8-N3gFYwM3hEFAuefOQhBT-THP-a5Omt-61XiV5JvDntVaO9x9uBBEvN5xlVBkaNW9MZnnM19EO6wFcb1/s400/Petra+09+044.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Grammy couldn't come to the party because she's not feeling well. She has spinal stenosis and her lower back is causing her so much pain that she can't walk without a walker and is on pain meds 24/7. She is having back surgery tomorrow, so please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. I hope she gets well soon so I can play with her and chew the giant rawhide that's waiting for me at her house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcNA-pba93Ptz60VIw-aWRr8sXhcvDthqVmBLTq_ZaPrvz35rVV5ZctXeonsPQIXuH5wE_5pGzEQHIvdJwZLskBT4VBuuloq3vl7do-09ax-1ssq15Nf49c4INP3obt8Tc_9K7MoP1IPE/s1600-h/switzerland.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286181419125378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcNA-pba93Ptz60VIw-aWRr8sXhcvDthqVmBLTq_ZaPrvz35rVV5ZctXeonsPQIXuH5wE_5pGzEQHIvdJwZLskBT4VBuuloq3vl7do-09ax-1ssq15Nf49c4INP3obt8Tc_9K7MoP1IPE/s400/switzerland.JPG" /></a> Motch's grandpa and grandma were born in Switzerland and sailed across the ocean to come live in America. My grandpa (Motch's dad) always wanted to go there to visit but never made it. So guess who is going instead? Motch and P.A.! I'm not as lucky as Asta, who got to go to Rome; I have to stay home, but I can't complain because....</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXY3zGoHsKmXO5Mv3UjjlFTjch10UyhgxLXsPIf33lWhEzvHR26_pJxgEX9qFJRVOVaAgqhjV5LrdifVGIr4alftywzfmq19bQESjb5WpwLugs1Fa2BShucgM0J2esr0bXbEe6cjkT38C/s1600-h/Petra+09+031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286096485717010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXY3zGoHsKmXO5Mv3UjjlFTjch10UyhgxLXsPIf33lWhEzvHR26_pJxgEX9qFJRVOVaAgqhjV5LrdifVGIr4alftywzfmq19bQESjb5WpwLugs1Fa2BShucgM0J2esr0bXbEe6cjkT38C/s400/Petra+09+031.jpg" /></a>LEAH IS STAYING WITH ME! I'm going to be a good girl for her and not bother her too much and let her sleep till noon and not beg for treats or whine or complain when she ignores me and sleep under the covers on top of her at night and give her a zillion kisses and let her take me on walks and all kinds of other stuff. Wooooo! </div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-54304706225004907852009-06-23T09:19:00.006-05:002009-06-23T10:21:00.180-05:00bouncing along<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350540962169543522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbI9BTApYprzLEyEA4_51MOZhoOoYz2HhpBYHEFzW_W3PMTI1B9uDGzIi4GnoPS0LSMI9M-v1k-lFivQtlswQLDLAWHk44_Logmx8FaAxCca0toi86yPj_vKBbmn-hrSBt15Ei93b7MWf/s400/Petra+09+105.jpg" border="0" />A new ball to play with!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxktijLg19OBq9-C1XOGEV5TlM5OrdaJ0DzPbldP1nJyzCbLpKdCbijoItxLGGatGN2_NPDTv-BZ2Tpnhi0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Notice how quickly I pull the squeaker out of the ball and spit it on the rug.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350538325012304466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51TeB9HX3hP4-jZ5oRAi1gkEn9SqVyklIJC1LA_W6D3IuukPpjJVX1d2gRkz-BVFtWWClBst8T1-AtA4URzkRkg8-R6Xp_refudFDvbkPBT5lNKxJeb55DEJR-JHgUABEZEmPK8YbY5P9/s400/Petra+09+106.jpg" border="0" /><br />Oh happy day!Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-75465947130251844012009-06-17T14:12:00.012-05:002009-06-17T14:58:13.424-05:00nightly walk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRlNouqaKARLEQ0ZukO5g1Z34pP65wIf57lRhAdAlxeYOvMeV9PecOBoo5l0eVG0ZEHeYVw4JJUI8HkFZungL2LqyIcYWvtHKz_NfPMeO1KdwcQAkqgTwSXODBkpyt_9eREnM1qrQhncC/s1600-h/Petra+09+041.jpg"></a>About 7 PM, I get to go on my nightly walk. We walk on the path in the golf course behind my house because by that time, the golfers are gone.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1VZZDtD3uJvVHEEwJ7gALnqf2a4GhE5J4ovrS70swf7dRo4P45imRyBtZwKL5zzKb6YkFS9MUBrE0_H60c4rercQCWf_g8K-QyHKZU7bUz5NbM_vfPFrC0nOpx-qGrDGDA3UnC7vtlmy/s1600-h/Petra+09+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348379502875061346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1VZZDtD3uJvVHEEwJ7gALnqf2a4GhE5J4ovrS70swf7dRo4P45imRyBtZwKL5zzKb6YkFS9MUBrE0_H60c4rercQCWf_g8K-QyHKZU7bUz5NbM_vfPFrC0nOpx-qGrDGDA3UnC7vtlmy/s400/Petra+09+093.jpg" border="0" /></a> If we go too early, I might get hit by a white flying ball, and that would be bad.<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6ZKKlHxHuBFve1bpG4yorpbagcU77UIRAQILqypatr2UxgwJk6FKrDgHEDPNIS2sOegSzfXGrO0TLQolnI5vR5yx2x-lM6iJNZ8eP54X2Z6uX7L3UMsCBm1zUgJLjxyw_bXE-1U-UmcS/s1600-h/Petra+09+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378950036574258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6ZKKlHxHuBFve1bpG4yorpbagcU77UIRAQILqypatr2UxgwJk6FKrDgHEDPNIS2sOegSzfXGrO0TLQolnI5vR5yx2x-lM6iJNZ8eP54X2Z6uX7L3UMsCBm1zUgJLjxyw_bXE-1U-UmcS/s400/Petra+09+094.jpg" border="0" /></a>It usually takes half an hour to make the big loop, but here is where we start.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6atEaDOaDw9oS4u5M-X80DpIWKDXC2oQUOt5jmGMy4cD02XjOYuQ9NghhuEQbgnfkq9tzVyXVtiG3riWiP1Xg-qna51gc-8UqEFWUfR_FthtB5r3TBj2y31JGf4k-8uaJ0FqD9gzPQjh/s1600-h/Petra+09+095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378462965390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6atEaDOaDw9oS4u5M-X80DpIWKDXC2oQUOt5jmGMy4cD02XjOYuQ9NghhuEQbgnfkq9tzVyXVtiG3riWiP1Xg-qna51gc-8UqEFWUfR_FthtB5r3TBj2y31JGf4k-8uaJ0FqD9gzPQjh/s400/Petra+09+095.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is our first stop on hot days because I can rest in the shade. You can tell it's hot because my head is drooping like a wilted flower.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sCIlvegBszM76mQVfICTgf8AN1mDlf06l5cVSzEF7xUZ5aQs2BgG0JCHmsEgJGQ4AIoghwJ7SoDiZpZyopjUmfun4X9SvfLGJrLdQD8k8JbYADSj9gl0x1DnMgLj7O1CXWs7cQl3-_KQ/s1600-h/Petra+09+096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378167818003778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sCIlvegBszM76mQVfICTgf8AN1mDlf06l5cVSzEF7xUZ5aQs2BgG0JCHmsEgJGQ4AIoghwJ7SoDiZpZyopjUmfun4X9SvfLGJrLdQD8k8JbYADSj9gl0x1DnMgLj7O1CXWs7cQl3-_KQ/s400/Petra+09+096.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sometimes I find bugs to eat at this rest stop. Protein helps keep my energy level up for these stenuous walks.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWGN-mrB6ZagX573Jltcz1Hi-_Ed4koWKleoyL8HAVFcQ0xryu0SpVdo4mOEU279o79A1tn8X0WHeSzG_6ArnAwHlTtS-8-sxofX1c8lUSrVwu7aIsDuEq7QYfsQI17AavJw_u-5OVGFo/s1600-h/Petra+09+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378035776462738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWGN-mrB6ZagX573Jltcz1Hi-_Ed4koWKleoyL8HAVFcQ0xryu0SpVdo4mOEU279o79A1tn8X0WHeSzG_6ArnAwHlTtS-8-sxofX1c8lUSrVwu7aIsDuEq7QYfsQI17AavJw_u-5OVGFo/s400/Petra+09+100.jpg" border="0" /></a>And when the golfers aren't looking, I can sneak a cool, refreshing drink of water.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348379382240077858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSmG8tRPb6qgyBPrhlpEzCWN7EylEYhWQcCRRwG7GGeEaxbmAa3U81h6ZSJ7ddX3b8O-KQllTWqHPZJ-Cre9ncAVt6jM1BY4SDunhMuEvtl0FRf81ke-UwOMMc3IRmO1yZ3zxtibt5VsN/s400/Petra+09+097.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>It tastes mighty good on a hot day.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348379247086416562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-S2oGPGU_wr3nmiqfDKQYH3I944Vjp3dYDehulHCnXpvNXA6C_Mj0fmHMUJZMzZmCJtLw5jCKPZbG9_m-u83c8uXekIFhOKNVk9wbQOmzZB0_RWcOBOaPXo74GWcaajR7nKZ1e7Dsbrp/s400/Petra+09+099.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>And then I'm ready to go again! Last night the Cubs were playing so I didn't get to take a long walk; instead, I had to take a shortcut. That means we make the loop shorter by walking on the sidewalk back to my house instead of walking on the golf course.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348380279763193746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZd2dcYEElEYqj8S-4_wKgi83MjBcqqRsfDYKGTdNTvI9_oLojsSAXfxr-lKXq377JwclNTN2ghF9QAEaMu87qtGISiWDVP6ZL_jdu0Z7Mx40tLprnL3zGNA8vTTy7lyg-ckC75sQVrhd/s400/Petra+09+104.jpg" border="0" />The best thing about the shortcut is that I can check my peemail on the way home. I love summer and walkies!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958611969434218388.post-34698397230024394282009-06-16T09:42:00.013-05:002009-06-16T10:29:42.067-05:00frolicking in the yardWe planted some flowers and a plant in our yard last weekend. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347941553471831474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssvmNEHIT0TWEhbF8mT3RW4O63LuBeQrNVzWUlI5yzWYiAijUcRR5ECU9wwRI8G2plF2_UBW4GfRilx5vbKUwBd-Zh8172lHFPr8UmN6NX5P21qdg_Pj3kphtEnPq5ocyhHNnJGFBhBdn/s400/Petra+09+089.jpg" border="0" />Come with me and I"ll show you, but hang onto your hats because this will be quick. Ready...set...GO!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0olQ23t7h74TlKmJEBXinXCWt4B-Snu9zHc0Sgv1nk53DmOpaYrb7X_FUArFp61wRZC4DJhIAk_T3SWPkvItHHmaMhZUF2fmjOb7B5S9wclY5UCFLW7rwFtATUV63DfUXCBdILDUQvji/s1600-h/Petra+09+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347941283341558242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0olQ23t7h74TlKmJEBXinXCWt4B-Snu9zHc0Sgv1nk53DmOpaYrb7X_FUArFp61wRZC4DJhIAk_T3SWPkvItHHmaMhZUF2fmjOb7B5S9wclY5UCFLW7rwFtATUV63DfUXCBdILDUQvji/s400/Petra+09+088.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a burning bush that will grow to be bigger than me but for now it's little and has to wear a cage so the rabbits don't eat it. That's me in the right corner, moving to the next object of interest.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjZm2yqayd7HjNiMXW33UzpEgCgdg4ysRinTGWJUj89cNYhkbdgtW0_BRKoNRm6Q4Fks8dr29_95R9XuFBnvv-r4VDxb4HXwm4x5v7h8rUA9g5PnyViOwmzGci8GxT7qneNKvH6iG4i_W/s1600-h/Petra+09+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347941177369572866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjZm2yqayd7HjNiMXW33UzpEgCgdg4ysRinTGWJUj89cNYhkbdgtW0_BRKoNRm6Q4Fks8dr29_95R9XuFBnvv-r4VDxb4HXwm4x5v7h8rUA9g5PnyViOwmzGci8GxT7qneNKvH6iG4i_W/s400/Petra+09+087.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a moonbeam coreopsis flower that Motch likes and it will produce these yellow flowers all summer long.</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTeZu7BtTe9l2RjHv-RSY5iVzWKL1USdiFdgXrt4_B0ywSyZs-GvMi4MyHv0AM9hFdcFFNej09951katT1OQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>OK, that's it! We're done; let's get outa here!</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5hr6T6iBUoVzttQ1uPMQDe07xQPa9Qmm-q5S3hi_PsD3o2rybtOODEPAl02wD7tCQhOdxeKRIb3BD1l97oz_k94Dm_p8TE2uHoSHgmoEJmVHTmxux5gusOdocpKxdwHkdJhPwn9mCU2s/s1600-h/Petra+09+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347941086889082898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5hr6T6iBUoVzttQ1uPMQDe07xQPa9Qmm-q5S3hi_PsD3o2rybtOODEPAl02wD7tCQhOdxeKRIb3BD1l97oz_k94Dm_p8TE2uHoSHgmoEJmVHTmxux5gusOdocpKxdwHkdJhPwn9mCU2s/s400/Petra+09+090.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hahahaha! This is so much fun!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fluZoFdcIqcEq_D77GgWIjGqWOad8B8wLHYfCEh02GNe35CduCd7QHYEj8caS3o_A6Ta_osgAUWtJEL2HXV8_kY-6w9bHN0V_iZM9m6qxCb62zs4rNlRwIBiz8AstzJLmpKSdYl7nKLt/s1600-h/Petra+09+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940989539164162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fluZoFdcIqcEq_D77GgWIjGqWOad8B8wLHYfCEh02GNe35CduCd7QHYEj8caS3o_A6Ta_osgAUWtJEL2HXV8_kY-6w9bHN0V_iZM9m6qxCb62zs4rNlRwIBiz8AstzJLmpKSdYl7nKLt/s400/Petra+09+091.jpg" border="0" /></a> And I'm such a good girl. </div></div></div></div></div>Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187322659680893197noreply@blogger.com5