<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:58:28.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In All My Spare Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-5259260801861303811</id><published>2007-05-10T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:08:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait What?! No!!! Wait!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHWFOkwN2bU/RkOWJKcmYZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3p51JEk1NI/s1600-h/kids+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHWFOkwN2bU/RkOWJKcmYZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3p51JEk1NI/s320/kids+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063055490261868946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look like a kid on his way to pre-school? Today it happened.. He is enrolled to start pre-school this Sept. Time goes so fast. My youngest is entering the school world and there is no way to stop it from happening. I must say that I wrestled with the idea of "accidentally" forgetting to enroll him in school but after all it isn't about me, I guess. Zion loves his new school and can't wait to start. He already is talking about his teachers and he only visited today. I felt so at peace there and I know he will have a great time there. You may be asking.... what will Erin do with all this free time? Well, if you are asking that, you have obviously not spent enough time with me. Somehow between the other two and Harold and volleyball I'm sure I will fill my time. I just won't have someone in tow. I look forward to Zion starting school but at the same time September is still 4 1/2 months away... I could still pull out I guess. No.. in all seriousness I will miss my little buddy being around all the time but hey at least I don't have a kid graduating High School yet. Lord, Help me!!! I;ll keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-5259260801861303811?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5259260801861303811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=5259260801861303811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/5259260801861303811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/5259260801861303811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/wait-what-no-wait.html' title='Wait What?! No!!! Wait!!'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHWFOkwN2bU/RkOWJKcmYZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3p51JEk1NI/s72-c/kids+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-117569849034647724</id><published>2007-04-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:54:50.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpongeBob Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/1600/512500/100_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/320/401242/100_0347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion is offically 3.. I think he has been waiting since Dec. 26 for this day to come. Every morning we hear the question... My SpongeBob Birthday? I can't believe how quickly he has grown, and how old I feel. It was nice to have all the kids home for Zion's big day. They love to play together. &lt;br /&gt;Zion is our out-going musician of the family.. and he is definitley his fathers son. Always a joke or a story on the tip of his tongue. So.. Happy Birthday to my baby..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-117569849034647724?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/117569849034647724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=117569849034647724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/117569849034647724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/117569849034647724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2007/04/spongebob-birthday.html' title='SpongeBob Birthday!!'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-116965755585704620</id><published>2007-01-24T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:52:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/1600/621989/100_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/320/301616/100_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/1600/996565/100_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/320/210707/100_0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Fran is a strange place but yet you can't help but like it there. We took our two older kids to a mini mission trip to help out some of our church missonaries thereat a International House for students. We had a great time and I love how the High School kids accept our children. We had a geat but frightening dinner in Chinatown. My children were so brave... rice was a favorite!! We also spent a day in the warf.. It was nice to spend a weekend with our children and have no intruptions. I love being a mother of older children... I love my Zion but things are starting to change in our house and I like it. We will probably take trips to San Fran more often, after all... Harold has family there..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/1600/404265/100_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/320/696422/100_0102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-116965755585704620?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116965755585704620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=116965755585704620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116965755585704620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116965755585704620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2007/01/san-fransisco.html' title='San Fransisco'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-116673583856929574</id><published>2006-12-21T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:17:18.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Family Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/1600/26359/IMG_3134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/320/863283/IMG_3134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a bulldog but was never fortunate enough to own one, until now!! Harold, my wonderful husband, bought my a 10 week old American Bulldog. She is the best dog. I love her so much already. Diesel our little dog is not so sure what to think. We named her Lucy and I take her everywhere. The kids have fun with her and I get to do the potty duty.... You know the puppy stuff. She is adjusting well to her new family and it will be fun to see her grow (to 100 pounds!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-116673583856929574?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116673583856929574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=116673583856929574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116673583856929574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116673583856929574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-newest-family-member.html' title='Our Newest Family Member'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-116671956937784005</id><published>2006-12-21T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:46:09.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/1600/625081/IMG_3076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6685/3743/320/471156/IMG_3076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's definitley Christmas time at our house. The kids are beside themselves with excitment. Our is always crazy this time of year. Christmas programs, parties, gift exchanges, etc. Tomorrow there is no school... therefore the end of the business!! So... Merry Christmas to all of you!! We hope to see you all soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Harold, Erin&lt;br /&gt;Noah, Trinny,&amp; Zion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-116671956937784005?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116671956937784005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=116671956937784005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116671956937784005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116671956937784005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='Its Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-116379542806977843</id><published>2006-11-17T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:32:10.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/Cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/Cooper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that every aunt in the world thinks that they have the most beautiful nephews, but I am here to assure them that they do not! I have them. We proudly welcomed Cooper Trey to our family this week and he is just as beautiful as the other boys. I'm sad to know that I will not see him as often as I did with the other boys. I feel like I will miss out on a lot of things... like walking and talking.. but luckily my brother keeps my in the loop.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/aiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/aiden.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden Cole is a sweet little baby. I hear he likes to sing... I love his eyes.. they remind me of his daddy. I can't believe that he is going to be 2 years old already. I miss seeing the squished up face he makes. I don't know much about Aiden only because he moved when he was so young but I love all the pictures and stories I hear. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/blue%20star%20wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/blue%20star%20wars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Mr. Eliot Blue. I know him the most. I was luck to have spent alot of time with him... He is the life of the party. When he is with Trinity... there is no stopping them. He always has us laughing, especially his phone conversations with my kids.I can't wait to see him again. &lt;br /&gt;So if seeing these pictures of my nephews don't convince you that mine are the cutest... I think we may have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-116379542806977843?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116379542806977843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=116379542806977843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116379542806977843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116379542806977843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-nephews.html' title='My Nephews'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-116320519056816285</id><published>2006-11-10T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:33:10.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman Volleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/freshman%201st%20place%20tourney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/freshman%201st%20place%20tourney.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me the opportunity to coach Freshmen Volleyball at Placer High School this year and I could not have asked for a better experience. I was nervous going into it but quickly felt like I fit there. Everyone was so welcoming to me as the "new one". I started the season excited but cautious, not knowing anything about athletics in this school. We came together quickly as a team winning all of our pre-season games. As season started we worked hard and became the team that "doesn't get soft". We went undeafeated in league also and took the title as Freshman League Champions! Place has never held a title for volleyball in the history of the school. It was very exciting. We won our Granite Bay tournament beating out the toughest teams in the area. I look back at this season as the best I have seen so far. I know I was meant to be there and this is what God has called me to do. I love those girls and they did a great job! Now it's off to coach Club Momentum Volleyball... that will be a whole different story I'm sure... stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-116320519056816285?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116320519056816285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=116320519056816285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116320519056816285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116320519056816285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/freshman-volleyball.html' title='Freshman Volleyball'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-116265887526789683</id><published>2006-11-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:47:55.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2906.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Halloween already come and is gone now. The holidays are right around the corner.This year Noah decided to be Davy Jones.This of course was not as easy to find as you may think... but it finally came together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinity of course had to come up with something totally random so when she saw a picture of a sumo wrestler she absolutely knew what to be. So my sweet little princess was sumo wrestler this year.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2905.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zion... he's still getting to know this weird holiday but gladly decided to settle on Woody or " hoo ha" as he is affectionally called around our house. He just wasn't big on wearing the hat.. it was too small for the LaPera head. Oh well what can you do.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2960.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a late Happy Halloweeen to you all... From the LaPera house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-116265887526789683?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116265887526789683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=116265887526789683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116265887526789683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/116265887526789683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-2006.html' title='Halloween 2006'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115955757177206732</id><published>2006-09-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:19:31.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road Ahaed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/trins%20apple.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/trins%20apple.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Trinity was 3 years old she told us that she was going to Hollywood. Well, she just completed her first offical job. She was chosen by Apple Computers, out of about 70 other children to be a part of a thier new ad. She was so excited. It was a 2 days photo shoot on a huge ranch. It was just playing and pretend camping. What could be better for a 6 years old? Her picture will adore the Apple Stores and their website. So keep a look out for our little Trin. I guess this could be a start to a long road ahead of us and alot of time in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115955757177206732?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115955757177206732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115955757177206732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115955757177206732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115955757177206732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-road-ahaed.html' title='The Long Road Ahaed'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115845258600396658</id><published>2006-09-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:23:06.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rare times is life when you can relive life. For me I feel like I am reliving my childhood with my children. When I was 6 years old we moved into the Hoffman house and I lived there till the day I got married. I spent many years here and the walls have so many memories. After getting married I still spent alot of time here with my children spending time with there grandparents. As God would have it, my parents had to move and the owners of the house offered us the house to buy. We weren't sure at first... a little aprehensive, I guess. Well, now as of August 7, 2006, we now own the Hoffman house. Many of you might think how korny or sentimental.. but if you think about it how many people can look at a scratch on the wall or a painted basement of their first house and tell their children that you put it there. In our house every room already has a story to tell and I can't wait to see what other stories we will make here together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115845258600396658?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115845258600396658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115845258600396658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115845258600396658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115845258600396658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-house.html' title='Our House'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115826137186076739</id><published>2006-09-14T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:16:11.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/water%20rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/water%20rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am happy to say that the weather is changing. The clouds are out and the tiniest bit of rain is falling into my much used, but soon retired swimming pool. I always like when the weather changes. I'm not one for extremes. I don't like it hot or cold but I love the clouds the first few weeks of fall and I love the mild sunshine the first few weeks of spring. We have had horrible fires here these last few weeks and I think it is Gods way of giving those firefighters a well needed rest...as well as the rest of us from all our smoke filled homes. God always has a way of working things out. I'll I can think today is to thank Him for the changes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115826137186076739?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115826137186076739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115826137186076739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115826137186076739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115826137186076739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115818150432685934</id><published>2006-09-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:05:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2731.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had many friends in my life and I'm blessed enough to have had older friend who have helped me grow as a wife and a mother.. You know who you are.. but some of you may not so .. thank you Kaye and Kristin !! I have in turn been asking God to give me that same opportunity. He gave me Colleen!! My new friend is the NEW Mrs. Northey! She was married to Casey this August and is now will soon be my next door neighbor. I couldn't be more excited. God not only gave me her, but He gave Harold a friend in Casey. They are both wonderful and love me children like their own. I can wait to be the Kaye or Kristin to her. It has always meant so much to me.. Hopefully I can take on this new challenge and do as well of a job. Hope I don't mess up!.. Love you Colleen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115818150432685934?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115818150432685934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115818150432685934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115818150432685934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115818150432685934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-friend.html' title='My New Friend'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115807754215786154</id><published>2006-09-12T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T09:12:22.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby? Can he still be called that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Boy.. Zion will greet you with a "YO" each morning these days, with an occasional "Yo Dude." Ever wonder why 2 years olds don't rule the world. In our house Zion thinks he's king. A favorite past time is wrestling his siblings, which typically turns into him being a bully. My sister once wrote about boys vs. girls and in Zions case I totally agree with her. Although he will sit and let his sister put makeup on him, totally not knowing whats going on when his dad freaks out and his mother is rolling with laughter. Yes, our house is a zoo but it just wouldn't be as fun if it wasn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115807754215786154?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115807754215786154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115807754215786154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115807754215786154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115807754215786154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-can-he-still-be-called-that.html' title='The baby? Can he still be called that?'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115800880148068797</id><published>2006-09-11T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:06:41.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lady of the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/IMG_2714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/IMG_2714.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinity is known far and wide for being dramatic, but being her mother I see all sorts of different sides of her. I have never met a more caring person in all me life. She is not your typical 6 year old. Being the girl that she is she does enjoy her share of makeup and dolls but she really cares about people and their well-being. On the top of her dresser in her room sits her piggy bank, full of tooth fairy change and allowance for doing a special chore here and there. When I ask her what she plans to do woth her money ahe simple tells me..." It's for the people who need it. You know there are starving people out in the world, don't you? Well they need my help." I don't think that is something that can be argued. Trinity is one in a million and I have never had a better example of kindness. I bet I will learn alot from her... good and bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115800880148068797?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115800880148068797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115800880148068797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115800880148068797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115800880148068797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/lady-of-house_11.html' title='The lady of the house'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077928.post-115773790689334871</id><published>2006-09-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:51:46.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/1600/mexico%202006%20122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6685/3743/320/mexico%202006%20122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids grow so fast. One minute they are putting then in you arms for the first time and the next they are waving goodbye to you as they walk away from you with their friends to the playground. I was o.k with this the first day of school. Noah is in the 3rd grade and we have been here before, but getting into my car after he was out of my sight I realized the Noah is in 3rd grade!! How did that happen? When I ask Noah how I'm doing as his mom he just tells me in his Eeyore voice.." You are doing fine mom, I'm not messed up." He's not a baby anymore... How will I ever survive High School graduation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34077928-115773790689334871?l=inallmysparetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115773790689334871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34077928&amp;postID=115773790689334871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115773790689334871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34077928/posts/default/115773790689334871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inallmysparetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-men.html' title='Little Men'/><author><name>egweedge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422686857534029548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
