<?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-5381606052455476165</id><updated>2011-08-05T11:48:12.431-06:00</updated><category term='Mom and Dad'/><category term='CHRISTMAS 2007'/><title type='text'>ONE WORD FREES US OF ALL THE WEIGHT AND PAIN IN LIFE.......THAT WORD IS LOVE..........Socrates</title><subtitle type='html'>DOESN'T MATTER WHAT SEASON IT IS.....IT'S ALL ABOUT FAMILY.......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2654231200245790927</id><published>2009-11-05T09:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:18:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5WJvYmzI/AAAAAAAAC9s/xmamq8Txo50/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400653062137748274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5WJvYmzI/AAAAAAAAC9s/xmamq8Txo50/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5V5I-_uI/AAAAAAAAC9k/-eq9i3d1vbc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400653057681719010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5V5I-_uI/AAAAAAAAC9k/-eq9i3d1vbc/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a great Halloween night this year.  Kay and I were going to leave and go to dinner and sort of hang out at the Mall for a couple of hours.  We ended up going to dinner and then came home because Joe brought his two daughters over and we went trick-or-treating.  It was so much fun.  Before they arrived, we sat on the front porch bench and tried to say really still so those kids who would come may think we were "dummies".  Most of them did, and we would jump up and scare them.  Two young girls came up to the door and one said to the other, "For a minute there, I thought those people on the bench were real"....!!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5VOuoDtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/k7Q72Kme9j4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400653046296874706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5VOuoDtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/k7Q72Kme9j4/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so much fun and we enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe came over and after trick-or- treating they stayed to visit until the kids needed to get home and go to bed.  We visited and drank hot chocolate and they ate some yummy cupcakes made by a neighbor and brought to us that evening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have fond memories of my mom dressing up with us and going out trick-or-treating.  Many who saw my picture on Facebook told me I looked so much like my mom (minus the teeth) and it made me feel so good.  She would dress similar and go to relative's houses and they wouldn't even know who she was.  Usually she would barge right past them and sit down in a chair in their living room.  She liked dressing up as a hobo and really, you couldn't tell it was her.  All in all, we had some candy left after quite a few kids,  and it was a fun evening.  I was so happy Kay was such a great sport to do it along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2654231200245790927?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2654231200245790927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2654231200245790927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2654231200245790927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2654231200245790927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2009'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SvL5WJvYmzI/AAAAAAAAC9s/xmamq8Txo50/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-603362676549212899</id><published>2009-10-26T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:46:48.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SuW2UqCfjII/AAAAAAAAC9E/EGFEXAw5o-c/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396920194471791746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SuW2UqCfjII/AAAAAAAAC9E/EGFEXAw5o-c/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done anything on my blog for sooooo long. Summer came and I was so busy, I just didn't have the time to add anything. We did so many things during the summer and the weather was wonderful, so being outside was the pick. We did have a new addition to our family on September 16 however. Her name is Jolee Rose Tuiaana. She was 6 lb. 2 oz. and was the sweetest little thing. We are so happy to have her join the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-603362676549212899?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/603362676549212899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=603362676549212899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/603362676549212899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/603362676549212899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SuW2UqCfjII/AAAAAAAAC9E/EGFEXAw5o-c/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-97634799441013693</id><published>2009-08-19T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:00:35.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Awesome Bird Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1mbVhCsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/zah1OEMAEvM/s1600-h/100_5225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371657021091285698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1mbVhCsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/zah1OEMAEvM/s320/100_5225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1l5NRQgI/AAAAAAAAC8E/mqrhok6wbqo/s1600-h/100_5266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371657011929891330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1l5NRQgI/AAAAAAAAC8E/mqrhok6wbqo/s320/100_5266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1lcm372I/AAAAAAAAC78/LvlrSbXCm_U/s1600-h/100_5267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371657004252655458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1lcm372I/AAAAAAAAC78/LvlrSbXCm_U/s320/100_5267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1ky-yX-I/AAAAAAAAC70/ZFlzRKhBq6Q/s1600-h/100_5241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371656993078665186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1ky-yX-I/AAAAAAAAC70/ZFlzRKhBq6Q/s320/100_5241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so funny because Kay took the feeder down so I could put more water in it, ( I had filled it on Friday afternoon) and the birds came and flew around looking for it.....We laughed so hard cause they were really anxious!  By 8:00 p.m. we had 8 birds again feeding all at the same time.  They fly so fast, it's hard to even get a picture of all of them on the feeder.  They scramble away faster than my camera can catch them.  We heard from neighbors that the same hummingbirds come back the following year, knowing we have this feeder out; so, we're excited to see how many we have return next year.   We love our hummingbirds!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-97634799441013693?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/97634799441013693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=97634799441013693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/97634799441013693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/97634799441013693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-awesome-bird-pics.html' title='More Awesome Bird Pics'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sov1mbVhCsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/zah1OEMAEvM/s72-c/100_5225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5590512763449567663</id><published>2009-08-18T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:05:44.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Motorcycle Ride With Gary.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soq1K7KY1BI/AAAAAAAAC68/_7h_R9mb00M/s1600-h/100_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371304704877319186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soq1K7KY1BI/AAAAAAAAC68/_7h_R9mb00M/s320/100_5146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, Kay and I took a ride with Gary down to Nephi and around the back roads. It was nice, because we hadn't ridden with Gary for a long, long time. He just bought a Harley, so now we're planning rides with him and Marilyn. This Sunday, we plan to go up to Ogden, meet Todd and Dodie, some of his friends, Cody his son, and ride up Weber Canyon and over to Park City. Then we'll head up to Oakley, to one of our favorite places to eat, the Road Island Grill, then back home again. We're looking forward to it, as the plan had to be postponed because of the heavy rain we received last Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5590512763449567663?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5590512763449567663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5590512763449567663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5590512763449567663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5590512763449567663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-motorcycle-ride-with-gary.html' title='Our Motorcycle Ride With Gary.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soq1K7KY1BI/AAAAAAAAC68/_7h_R9mb00M/s72-c/100_5146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5222378575419996036</id><published>2009-08-18T07:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:10:28.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRDS!  BIRDS!  BIRDS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqzW9439EI/AAAAAAAAC6s/YGDQWV94JS8/s1600-h/100_5200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371302712744342594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqzW9439EI/AAAAAAAAC6s/YGDQWV94JS8/s320/100_5200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqzWV1ookI/AAAAAAAAC6k/FSWCyJhdeZs/s1600-h/100_5201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371302701993337410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqzWV1ookI/AAAAAAAAC6k/FSWCyJhdeZs/s320/100_5201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxOIut1oI/AAAAAAAAC6c/KN-dPuOXXvg/s1600-h/100_5168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371300362012448386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxOIut1oI/AAAAAAAAC6c/KN-dPuOXXvg/s320/100_5168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxNjvwgrI/AAAAAAAAC6U/VhajRsygaIo/s1600-h/100_5171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371300352084705970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxNjvwgrI/AAAAAAAAC6U/VhajRsygaIo/s320/100_5171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxNDdJw1I/AAAAAAAAC6M/XvhWTaTe10A/s1600-h/100_5173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371300343416734546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxNDdJw1I/AAAAAAAAC6M/XvhWTaTe10A/s320/100_5173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxMnjOMAI/AAAAAAAAC6E/pVTppGPXZxc/s1600-h/100_5154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371300335925997570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqxMnjOMAI/AAAAAAAAC6E/pVTppGPXZxc/s320/100_5154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been overtaken by birds! Our hummingbird feeder is always occupied by at least 3-4. Last night Kay saw about 8 hanging around at dusk. Then, this morning, we found a whole family of quail walking across our lawn. The baby birds have grown to almost maturity, but they still hang out together. We enjoy watching the hummingbirds though, as they whisk back and forth, and protect what they each think is their own "property" on the bird feeder. It is so relaxing and even gives us a few chuckles now and again. We watch and comment on how these birds must be brothers and sisters, as they fight each time they get to the feeder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5222378575419996036?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5222378575419996036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5222378575419996036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5222378575419996036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5222378575419996036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/08/birds-birds-birds.html' title='BIRDS!  BIRDS!  BIRDS!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SoqzW9439EI/AAAAAAAAC6s/YGDQWV94JS8/s72-c/100_5200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8558594213593405022</id><published>2009-06-28T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:06:58.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdwatchers?</title><content type='html'>This is the first baby bird, peeking out and just about to try out his wings....a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkguqIeFknI/AAAAAAAAC58/rTD0vK2cvTw/s1600-h/100_4249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352579458492895858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkguqIeFknI/AAAAAAAAC58/rTD0vK2cvTw/s400/100_4249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second picture is early on, when the adults would take turns bringing food and feeding their two young birds.  It was amazing how they coordinated the feeding.  As soon as one returned with food, the parent would feed the baby&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Skgupy5613I/AAAAAAAAC50/oQLaUo5Bztg/s1600-h/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352579452704053106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Skgupy5613I/AAAAAAAAC50/oQLaUo5Bztg/s400/birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birds, while the other flew off  for food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I've never, ever been interested in birds. However, recently, we have had some new renters in the bird house we nailed up on top of a tree stump in the front yard. We noticed one day, two birds who would fly in and out of the holes in this bird house. Shortly after, we noticed that every time the adult birds got close to the holes in the front of the bird house, there would be baby bird squeals coming from inside. We have watched this for about a month or better. This morning, as I was getting ready for church, Kay and I sat and watched the house. We found two small birds kept peeking their heads out of the hole in front. They each would actually get about half-way out, but then would retreat to the safety of the inside. I told Kay; "it would be just like them to take their first flight lesson and leave, just because I'm leaving for church". Sure enough, the minute I got home he said "You missed the most exciting thing". The two birds had been coaxed out from the bird house by their parents and taught to fly. They stayed around small limbs very close to the house. We watched the rest of the day and found that the parents were very attentively watching their two young birds making sure no harm would come to them. They have as of 9:00 p.m. not been able to fly back into the bird house. Their wings brought them out, but they don't quite know how to get back in. It's been amazing and nothing I would have thought I would be interested in. They are so cute, and have won over my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8558594213593405022?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8558594213593405022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8558594213593405022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8558594213593405022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8558594213593405022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/06/birdwatchers.html' title='Birdwatchers?'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkguqIeFknI/AAAAAAAAC58/rTD0vK2cvTw/s72-c/100_4249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7087742031947185173</id><published>2009-06-24T06:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:44:52.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our June 23rd Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>THE ROAD AHEAD OF US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIemWXIqaI/AAAAAAAAC5s/vD3P3vW1_Vw/s1600-h/The+Road+ahead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350872951456049570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIemWXIqaI/AAAAAAAAC5s/vD3P3vW1_Vw/s320/The+Road+ahead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIel_G0aDI/AAAAAAAAC5k/9gHiqQnkIGs/s1600-h/Model+T+Truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350872945213597746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIel_G0aDI/AAAAAAAAC5k/9gHiqQnkIGs/s320/Model+T+Truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIelqAFs1I/AAAAAAAAC5c/VRRi2K45K_M/s1600-h/Sinclair+Station+Goshen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350872939548226386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIelqAFs1I/AAAAAAAAC5c/VRRi2K45K_M/s320/Sinclair+Station+Goshen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a few pictures along the way; an old Sinclair gas station and an old Model T truck.  Even the wild flowers along the way were really unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIeless9sI/AAAAAAAAC5U/TZD12_E2Q5A/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350872936514123458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIeless9sI/AAAAAAAAC5U/TZD12_E2Q5A/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIekwWbDfI/AAAAAAAAC5M/s-gitx44Cgs/s1600-h/Kay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350872924072644082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIekwWbDfI/AAAAAAAAC5M/s-gitx44Cgs/s320/Kay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Our bike ride started at 10:15 and took us through Lehi, Saratoga Springs, on to Goshen and Santaquin and the freeway home. All around Utah Lake. It was a gorgeous day and we love getting out in the sun. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIdy4_uCiI/AAAAAAAAC5E/ec5rzheT4_U/s1600-h/Gold+Refinery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350872067399879202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIdy4_uCiI/AAAAAAAAC5E/ec5rzheT4_U/s320/Gold+Refinery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old building in the mountain is an old silver or gold refinery.  Gangs have taken it over as a meeting place and there is graffiti all over it.  We really enjoyed the day and our trip ended around 1:30.  After getting home, I walked with Cyndee, came home, changed and we went over and at some really great fajitas that Mike made for us.  We also had bacon wrapped shrimp and stuffed jalepino peppers with crunchy peanut butter.  They were sooooo good.  It was such a nice day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7087742031947185173?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7087742031947185173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7087742031947185173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7087742031947185173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7087742031947185173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-june-23rd-bike-ride.html' title='Our June 23rd Bike Ride'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SkIemWXIqaI/AAAAAAAAC5s/vD3P3vW1_Vw/s72-c/The+Road+ahead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6021637160510962474</id><published>2009-06-22T09:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:38:25.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER'S DAY.....A Man For All Seasons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jrflOIvI/AAAAAAAAC3k/zJaGt-Izh6k/s1600-h/Kay+tangled+in+wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350174849946755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jrflOIvI/AAAAAAAAC3k/zJaGt-Izh6k/s200/Kay+tangled+in+wood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jq3_tC5I/AAAAAAAAC3c/mbLx2XjLnpg/s1600-h/Kay+on+the+4th,+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350174839320415122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jq3_tC5I/AAAAAAAAC3c/mbLx2XjLnpg/s200/Kay+on+the+4th,+2008.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jqnePj7I/AAAAAAAAC3U/8Dmsle74nwo/s1600-h/Ride++%27Em+Cowboy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350174834885103538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jqnePj7I/AAAAAAAAC3U/8Dmsle74nwo/s200/Ride++%27Em+Cowboy!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jqQsrgNI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Yl7dtq6ZM20/s1600-h/Kay+shoveling+snow+2.3.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350174828771639506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jqQsrgNI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Yl7dtq6ZM20/s200/Kay+shoveling+snow+2.3.08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is wintertime, shoveling snow; summertime, hiking and gardening; Fall, raking leaves or Spring, planting tomatoes and mowing the lawn, I think Kay is a man for all seasons.  He doesn't mind driving me wherever I want to go in the winter (just because I hate driving on snow) and he's up for hiking, or gardening whenever the weather allows it.  We take motorcycle rides during the summer and have so much fun.  He's such a good Father and an amazing husband.  He always puts me first and tells me I'm the "light of his life".  It's amazing he could say that, because I do give him so much grief at times.    He has taught me patience, and a way of not worrying about things I have no control over.  He's so laid back, and I'm so hyper and anxious, that we're a perfect couple when it comes to that.  I love the way every time someone does or says something funny, he always looks at me first, to make sure I heard it or something......I think we share in that look and know what eachother is thinking about what was just said or done.  It's so nice to be married to Kay.  He'll do anything to make me happy.  I love him and I just wanted to honor him on this Father's Day.  He reminds me so much of my own Dad, and you have to go pretty far to reach that.  I love you honey.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6021637160510962474?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6021637160510962474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6021637160510962474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6021637160510962474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6021637160510962474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-daya-man-for-all-seasons.html' title='FATHER&apos;S DAY.....A Man For All Seasons!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sj-jrflOIvI/AAAAAAAAC3k/zJaGt-Izh6k/s72-c/Kay+tangled+in+wood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5145910376464477763</id><published>2009-05-23T08:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:17:57.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>During the week of Memorial Day, I get very melancholy, just thinking about the loved ones I have lost.  My Mom, especially, my Dad, uncles, aunts, brother-in-law, grandmother and those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms, the soldiers.  I'm so glad we have this time to think back on our memories of family members and relate these stories to our families.  If they didn't know them well, they can at least, get an idea of "who they were".  I am so grateful to my mom and dad, for their generosity, not only with the money it took to raise 5 kids, but, their time and knowledge.  I have learned so much from them and tried to carry that "parenting" on to my own 4 children.  Now,  I can help by including some of that with my grandchildren.  I miss them so much and wish they could have been around more to know my children.  Their examples will always stay in my mind.  I remember when I lied about something when I was very young.  Instead of taking out a belt and hitting me with it, my dad taught me in such a loving way, so that I have never forgotten the lesson.  I also remember making muffins when I was in Jr. high school and forgot to put in the baking powder.  My dad reminded me if you don't put everything in the mix, they won't turn out right.  I think that lesson goes for your own life.  If you don't include all things good, your life may end up in turmoil and you will never "rise" to the occasion.  The other family members taught me a lot as well.  My grandma always had her grandkids take turns staying overnight at her home.  She would ask us what we wanted to eat for supper.  We would always say "chicken pot pies" because she had a knack for making them so delicious!  I learned how to be a grandma from her.  She was only on Social Security, but found enough money to treat us to a movie and candy bars when we got home to eat when we watched, Lawrence Welk, Perry Mason and Gunsmoke.  It was all so much fun and you never doubted that she loved you.  I'm so glad that I asked her to sign my Senior Yearbook.  She was really surprised I even asked her to do it.  She thought I only wanted "friends" to sign it, but she meant so much more to me than my friends did.  I love everyone else who has come and gone in my life and have learned so many things from them.  I will never forget them and on Memorial Day each year, I try to remember little things about each person.  Maybe that's why I get sad a few days before the actual day.  I really miss them all.  The most important thing my Mom taught me was to "Remember who you are".  I have passed that on to my kids and know that the way she meant would keep us remembering how you need to earn and keep the respect of others around you and never let your name get dragged in the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5145910376464477763?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5145910376464477763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5145910376464477763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5145910376464477763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5145910376464477763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1970850344241657491</id><published>2009-05-18T07:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:41:48.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Granddaughter, Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/ShFk8Aks66I/AAAAAAAAC2o/xOhxwYvfpA8/s1600-h/Up+close+Phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337158015519615906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/ShFk8Aks66I/AAAAAAAAC2o/xOhxwYvfpA8/s200/Up+close+Phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always amazed at my granddaughter. When she comes over, she runs to me with open arms and I always feel so special when she comes to visit. I am so happy for her spirit and for her love for life. She gets excited over the smallest little things. I've learned over the years, that even though children are small, you can learn to respect them for their cute little ideas and teach them you think they are great ideas. Then, as they grow, they develop respect for you as a "teacher" and listen to things you say to them that are encouraging.  They learn to grow with these ideas. Their new thoughts include those you may have put into their heads. I am so excited for Phoenix to graduate from Pre-school. I know it was only a couple of years ago Jakob, my grandson in Chicago, graduated from pre-school. It was such an exciting time for him. I even traveled to Chicago for the event. I was proud;  just as I am proud of Phoenix in her little sweet accomplishments she has made in the past year. She shows me everything she has learned, sings the songs and tells me about the alphabet she has learned. Writing is one her best talents. We will sit and talk and she comes out with the most sweet spirited comments, that it can bring me to tears. Those are the memories I take with me each day. She is very special to me and I know that through her life, we will always be close. When she says certain things, I listen. She tells me things I would never hear from her parents, nor do I hear them at Church or with other adults. It's just special things that come to her mind. I listen intently, because I know there's a special message in it for me. I love you Phoenix and am proud you are graduating from Pre-school. It may seem small to many people, but such an accomplishment for her and she is proud of herself. I am proud of her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1970850344241657491?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1970850344241657491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1970850344241657491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1970850344241657491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1970850344241657491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-granddaughter-phoenix.html' title='My Granddaughter, Phoenix'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/ShFk8Aks66I/AAAAAAAAC2o/xOhxwYvfpA8/s72-c/Up+close+Phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5497281249453746012</id><published>2009-05-11T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:16:39.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SggzQGycJ_I/AAAAAAAAC2U/GhVZ6XL5XkY/s1600-h/Joe+and+me+mothers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334570110413449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SggzQGycJ_I/AAAAAAAAC2U/GhVZ6XL5XkY/s200/Joe+and+me+mothers+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great Mom's Day. It started with going to Church. Then Joe and the girls came over and we all piled in his new car and went to eat Asian Buffet. Nummy num. I couldn't believe how much Ave ate. I made her a plate but she still kept eating food I had on my own plate. I think I went back three times to get her more food. It was amazing. We came back and visited and Joe helped Kay get a boulder out of the truck that he had gotten while down in Bryce Canyon this past week. We placed in in the front yard. Joe bought me the "Benjamin Button" movie, so we went downstairs and watched it. What a great movie! Shortly afterwards, Teri, Eric, Todd and his new girlfriend, Dodie came over and visited. We had such a nice visit. It always includes laughs and fun. I missed having my other kids here, but they all called. I talked to Christopher first, Adam, Joanne and the boys, and Lesli called in the early afternoon, since we are 4 hours difference from Hawaii. It all was good and I enjoyed the day so much! Thank you to everyone for "Making my Day"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5497281249453746012?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5497281249453746012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5497281249453746012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5497281249453746012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5497281249453746012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SggzQGycJ_I/AAAAAAAAC2U/GhVZ6XL5XkY/s72-c/Joe+and+me+mothers+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-419587807657260993</id><published>2009-05-11T08:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:09:46.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY FOR PRINCESSES.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SggxjKfIqWI/AAAAAAAAC2M/AZqzGOOpaXo/s1600-h/Ave+in+crown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568238800480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SggxjKfIqWI/AAAAAAAAC2M/AZqzGOOpaXo/s200/Ave+in+crown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sggxi6KfWOI/AAAAAAAAC2E/hx8No6FTyTM/s1600-h/100_4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568234418919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sggxi6KfWOI/AAAAAAAAC2E/hx8No6FTyTM/s200/100_4121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sggwp-dM4cI/AAAAAAAAC18/DOfip3I6La8/s1600-h/Ave+in+crown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334567256318599618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sggwp-dM4cI/AAAAAAAAC18/DOfip3I6La8/s200/Ave+in+crown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sggwpvjq1YI/AAAAAAAAC10/FTRATiE8AJs/s1600-h/100_4122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334567252319196546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Sggwpvjq1YI/AAAAAAAAC10/FTRATiE8AJs/s200/100_4122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls came over on Friday and we spent 3 hours playing, doing crafts, blowing bubbles and playing hide and seek. It was so much fun! The girls were so happy and I was especially happy the weather permitted us to be outside for a change. They were both princesses the whole time they were here......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-419587807657260993?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/419587807657260993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=419587807657260993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/419587807657260993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/419587807657260993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-for-princesses.html' title='A DAY FOR PRINCESSES.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SggxjKfIqWI/AAAAAAAAC2M/AZqzGOOpaXo/s72-c/Ave+in+crown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2515940364086704668</id><published>2009-05-05T14:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:16:43.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY MOTHER'S DAY THOUGHTS.....</title><content type='html'>She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she'd done many times before.  After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!".  I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye.....Phoenix - 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My six-year old grandson was asked where his grandma lived.  "Oh," he said, "she lives at the airport, and when we want her, we just go get her.  Then, when we're done having her visit, we take her back to the airport."  Jakob T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else's grandkid:&lt;br /&gt;When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied "I'm not sure."  "Look in your underwear, Grandpa", he advised, "mine says I'm 4 to 6".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another:&lt;br /&gt;A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, guess what?  We learned how to make babies today."  The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool.  "That's interesting." she said.  "How do you make babies?"  It's simple," replied the granddaughter. "You just change "y" to "i" and add "es"."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2515940364086704668?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2515940364086704668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2515940364086704668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2515940364086704668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2515940364086704668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-mothers-day-thoughts.html' title='FUNNY MOTHER&apos;S DAY THOUGHTS.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-3277027526211214367</id><published>2009-05-05T13:03:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:08:28.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCbxGsTUYI/AAAAAAAAC1c/gQNZmFaRSqw/s1600-h/Joe+looking+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332433226718990722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCbxGsTUYI/AAAAAAAAC1c/gQNZmFaRSqw/s200/Joe+looking+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCbNE0KIRI/AAAAAAAAC1U/-8_FFjIzpYM/s1600-h/100_3459.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCbM4OECBI/AAAAAAAAC1M/ST_mo77Atyw/s1600-h/ADAM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332432604358772754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCbM4OECBI/AAAAAAAAC1M/ST_mo77Atyw/s200/ADAM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCapW-Rt1I/AAAAAAAAC1E/PLbbtWEvlPs/s1600-h/Les+and+me.self+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332431994138769234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCapW-Rt1I/AAAAAAAAC1E/PLbbtWEvlPs/s200/Les+and+me.self+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCY2sfVmVI/AAAAAAAAC08/mkLmXQU8rLU/s1600-h/100_0883_0070_070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332430024229624146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCY2sfVmVI/AAAAAAAAC08/mkLmXQU8rLU/s200/100_0883_0070_070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Mother's Day. Every day I think of each of my kids and wonder what they are doing at that moment of thought. I worry about each one of them, their spouse and their children. I visualize on each of their birthdays the accounts of their births. Each one holds a special memory for me. I always know how lucky I was to be chosen by our Heavenly Father to be their mom. I have made many mistakes with parenting; but I did the best I could do with the example my mom showed me in her days of raising me. As each of my kids grow older, however, I realize they are on their own "adventure" in parenting. I can only hope and pray that any example I was as a mom, they will remember the good ways I handled things and not the errors of my ways. They each have made me a very proud mother, and it really does seem that I talk to others totally about my kids and grandkids, each time a conversation begins. Therefore, because I am a proud mom, I am posting a picture of my kids. They each turned out "tall" on accomplishments and "big" on heart. I can't forget my own mom at this time; I never would. In fact, one part of me is so sad on Mother's Day....partly because my mom has passed and the other part is that I don't have three of my four kids around on that day. I do have Joseph, and that's my saving grace. So, this tribute is to mostly my own mom and for the years she spent raising me; and secondly for my privilege and opportunity of being the mom of four beautiful spirits, my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-3277027526211214367?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/3277027526211214367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=3277027526211214367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3277027526211214367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3277027526211214367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY, 2009'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SgCbxGsTUYI/AAAAAAAAC1c/gQNZmFaRSqw/s72-c/Joe+looking+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-817363036072944691</id><published>2009-04-17T07:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:55:39.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKPjj3P6I/AAAAAAAAC0E/UJXChMJW14k/s1600-h/Head+start+on+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325658559213944738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKPjj3P6I/AAAAAAAAC0E/UJXChMJW14k/s320/Head+start+on+summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKEYJxRQI/AAAAAAAACz8/3bXHV3wKK4Q/s1600-h/Happy+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325658367173149954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKEYJxRQI/AAAAAAAACz8/3bXHV3wKK4Q/s320/Happy+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKEOC9_fI/AAAAAAAACz0/WUlAgAldNtA/s1600-h/Phoenix+and+Ave+in+Arizona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325658364460269042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKEOC9_fI/AAAAAAAACz0/WUlAgAldNtA/s320/Phoenix+and+Ave+in+Arizona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about how I live my life. I guess I should just be grateful that I wake up in the morning. I check the obituaries every morning, first thing, and am glad to see I'm not in them. When I woke up yesterday morning and saw all the snow, I just got soooo angry and only wondered when the snow and cold were going to stop. I should have looked at it from another perspective. I should have been grateful that we got the snow for summer use; I should have been glad that it was soooo beautiful. I even went outside at 5:30 and took pictures of how beautiful it looked. I guess I was thinking negatively, and wanted to show everyone else how bad it was. I need to get a different mindset on how I look at things. Summer will surely be here soon, and then I know many will be complaining of the heat. I won't. I love summer. Sarah and the girls went to Arizona this week and sent pictures of the girls swimming. I was just happy they got that opportunity, because they would have been building snowmen here. I have a couple of really cute pictures for you of their fun. I miss them and hope they get home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-817363036072944691?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/817363036072944691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=817363036072944691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/817363036072944691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/817363036072944691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-doing-lot-of-thinking-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeiKPjj3P6I/AAAAAAAAC0E/UJXChMJW14k/s72-c/Head+start+on+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8252253403380248008</id><published>2009-04-13T07:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:16:49.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday and the week ahead,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday began with going to Church and being inspired by those who spoke. It's been a long time since I truly remembered the reason we celebrate Easter. I've thought about it, but didn't realize the importance of it because of other things on my mind (just being honest). Then, when I came home from Church, Joe, Sarah and the girls came over and we had a Lasagna Lunch. Afterwards, we had an Easter egg hunt, finding the Easter eggs Papa hid for the girls. We had 15 plastic eggs filled with fun candy, and about 15 hard boiled eggs. For some reason, Ave seemed to find all the hard boiled eggs and Phoenix found the plastic ones. When Ave would find another egg, she would drop the basket, run to the egg, and then come back and "throw" it in the basket. Most of the hard boiled eggs were cracked after her "gentle" placing in the basket. We had such good weather for the hunt. Joe and Sarah had fun eating the "sizzle" candy that was in the girls eggs. They marveled at the feeling in your mouth and joked about the orange, purple and blue tongues they got. This next week is a busy one for their family. Joe is headed to San Francisco and the northern coast of California, then he will drive down to San Diego for the remainder of his two week business trip. Sarah and the girls will leave on today as well and drive down with Hannah to go and visit her sister in Arizona. They will be gone for a week. I will miss all of them. My week will be filled with quilting, reading, registering the motorcycle and my car, learning how to do the volunteer indexing for geneology, and sending off Christopher's birthday gift. In between, of course, I will clean the house, and take care of Kay, who has now gotten another cold. It was a great day yesterday and I'm so happy Joe and his family came over to help celebrate it. Their smiles brought happiness to my heart. The video of Phoenix singing "Pink" is for her graduation from pre-school. She has to sing it all by herself, and I can't wait for her performance. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7811d42c97ea06b7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8252253403380248008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8252253403380248008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8252253403380248008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8252253403380248008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday-and-week-ahead.html' title='Easter Sunday and the week ahead,,,,,,,'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8743377984031819949</id><published>2009-04-11T07:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:48:52.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AVE IS "2"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeCfutYPk3I/AAAAAAAACzk/B-N3ectbzCs/s1600-h/000_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430384356004722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeCfutYPk3I/AAAAAAAACzk/B-N3ectbzCs/s320/000_0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little one is unbelievable. She is so energetic and full of life. She has taught me so much, but the most important thing is patience.....She is always so gentle with her sister, and idolizes her. She is tender with her touch and knows when Phoenix is not feeling well. She's always ready for a hug and kiss when she comes over. Her eyes are amazing, almost like you can see right into heaven when you look at them. I can see right now that she will be a go-getter and try out many things as she grows older. She is curious and mischievous and I'm sure that will be helpful when she's older..... : ) ????? She's very, very smart and tests you at how much you will allow. I love that about her. I love this sweet little girl so much and the life and love she has brought to Gramma and Papa is amazing! Happy Birthday, little angel from Heaven. We love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8743377984031819949?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8743377984031819949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8743377984031819949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8743377984031819949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8743377984031819949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/04/ave-is-2.html' title='AVE IS &quot;2&quot;!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SeCfutYPk3I/AAAAAAAACzk/B-N3ectbzCs/s72-c/000_0809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7731405762112557566</id><published>2009-04-06T06:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:17:22.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>179th LDS General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SdoO4mVGilI/AAAAAAAACyc/iFfStT72pG0/s1600-h/Mothers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321582275216181842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SdoO4mVGilI/AAAAAAAACyc/iFfStT72pG0/s320/Mothers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so moved by this LDS General Conference. Maybe it was because I have my own struggles right now and all the speakers touched on something I could change or do to help me make those changes. He already knows I'm having a hard time with many, many things. I believe I need to have more faith that he will support me in those changes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it is His will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many revelations come to me in dreams in the past. I only had those revelations when I was totally in tune with the Lord. I would pray in the mornings, pray in the strangest places during the day (while doing the dishes, while in the bathroom, when driving along in my car) and I would pray before I went to bed. Then, it seemed I was the very closest to him when I went to sleep. For the past 24 years, I have not been as "in tune" with the Lord as I should have been, even though I have been praying every evening. Too many things were tempting me over those many years, and I was not living my religion as I should've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't "dreamed" like I did during that time and haven't been able to even "recollect" my dreams. That was a very special time to me and I want to get back to that feeling. I am trying, but I have so much "work" to do to get there. I know I can do it. I realize however, that you really need to have faith that he will help you in order for his help to materialize. Those dreams helped people who needed help at the time, and right now I feel like I'm wandering about, not seeing other's needs like I did before. I believe in the power of prayer and will hold fast to doing it consistently, so the Lord will help me, as I have more faith, to seek out those I can serve and make the changes I need to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Our Prophet, Thomas S. Monson and to the other General Authorities whose words moved me so much yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7731405762112557566?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7731405762112557566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7731405762112557566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7731405762112557566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7731405762112557566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-so-moved-by-this-lds-general.html' title='179th LDS General Conference'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SdoO4mVGilI/AAAAAAAACyc/iFfStT72pG0/s72-c/Mothers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6699855829657295768</id><published>2009-04-01T09:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:05:33.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SdOQtCzMvoI/AAAAAAAACxs/RxGdeS-Yej0/s1600-h/First+finished+patch+for+quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319754688374816386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SdOQtCzMvoI/AAAAAAAACxs/RxGdeS-Yej0/s320/First+finished+patch+for+quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I had it bad when I learned how to crochet. I ended up making about 14 afghans in 5 months. I'm beginning another one. However, my friend from high school lives right behind me. She's our Relief Society President and is the guru of guru's when it comes to quilting. I signed up to learn how to do this craft along with many other women from my ward. I realized it was almost more than I could understand, but I did get the first square of my Hawaiian quilt finished. It took me about two days, when Cathy said, "Once you get the hang of it, one square will only take you about an hour. Duh. Anyway, I purchased 4 packages of Hawaiian print material while visiting Lesli in Hawaii a month ago and now I can put them to good use. I've got many months ahead of me to finish this quilt, but if I get the hang of it, maybe by summer, I'll have it finished. This is only the first square and the other squares are pretty too, but different colors......I'll be excited to get it finished that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6699855829657295768?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6699855829657295768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6699855829657295768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6699855829657295768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6699855829657295768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/04/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world......'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SdOQtCzMvoI/AAAAAAAACxs/RxGdeS-Yej0/s72-c/First+finished+patch+for+quilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8071719449235761278</id><published>2009-03-27T07:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:50:16.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Older film....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SczXrO3CkOI/AAAAAAAACxU/T4EShHNiEaA/s1600-h/Anniversary+Honeymoon+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317862397741011170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SczXrO3CkOI/AAAAAAAACxU/T4EShHNiEaA/s320/Anniversary+Honeymoon+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SczXq23BnJI/AAAAAAAACxM/UYsk7aLArZw/s1600-h/730643-R1-019-8_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317862391298497682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SczXq23BnJI/AAAAAAAACxM/UYsk7aLArZw/s320/730643-R1-019-8_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure we all have those rolls of film from way back when. I know there is approximately 8 rolls in my roll-top desk that I need to take in. I don't have any idea what is on the film, but I'm going to take it in and find out. Kay had a couple rolls of film from last year he took in, and here are a couple of those pictures. When I get the film developed from the desk, I'll post some of those. I'm sure they will be old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture with Kay's sister and brother-in-law and me was only from last August on our 19th wedding anniversary.  The one with Kay was at Christmas.  We had a lot of fun on what Kay calls our "Anniversary honeymoon".  It brings to thought the reasons we are married.  I know that it seems to me we hurt the people we love the most.  I guess that's why marriage is so hard and you have to really work at it.  I love seeing a smile on Kay's face.  I try everyday to do those things that would make that smile happen.  I know life is too short to bicker over all the things we do wrong; we never seem to remember all those things we do right and tell each other about those instead of dwelling on those wrong things.  When we lack praising each other and only see wrong things in each other, your bound to have disagreements because we each get defensive.  It's my goal to work harder at marriage and be an example to those around us.  When I look at my husband and how he helps me, doing laundry, helping me clean up the house, and even telling me I should take a break, I really feel he wants to make me smile as well.  I just have a lot to learn about making sure I remember all those good things and quit barking about the stupid little things he says and does.  That's so not important when it comes right down to it.  He's my life partner.  I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8071719449235761278?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8071719449235761278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8071719449235761278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8071719449235761278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8071719449235761278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/03/older-film.html' title='Older film....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SczXrO3CkOI/AAAAAAAACxU/T4EShHNiEaA/s72-c/Anniversary+Honeymoon+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-569288215461377988</id><published>2009-03-23T08:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:38:22.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAYER....</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've had so much to pray about.  I know my Father In Heaven listens to me, and I'm like everyone else, wondering why such sad, worrisome things have to happen.  For one, I can't seem to quit smoking.  I don't seem to have the will power to "get er done".  I rely so much on this sick habit as a crutch for when things aren't going right, or I'm stressed about other things going on in my life.  It is my priority right now, to better my health and rid myself of this crutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, bad things happen.  I pray each day, many times, in places you would never imagine, that my family will be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my sister, Christine has had a lot of hard knocks lately, and for her, I'm sure prayer has been constant.  First, her grandson was kicked by a horse and had spleen damage.  He's recuperating well, but now they have news  that Jake, her son-in-law could have cancer in his body, again.  He's already had a bout with it, but he did well with the treatment.  This family is expecting a new grandbaby girl in May.  My prayers are with them for strength to hold up in this trying time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems lately, when it rains it pours.  I am so grateful for my life and the blessings I have received from my Father in Heaven.  I know he answers my prayers.  I love the talk that Elder Bednar gave at October Conference last year.  He said, "Do our spouses, children, and other family members likewise feel the power of our prayers offered unto the Father for their specific needs and desires?  Do those we serve hear us pray for them with faith and sincerity?  If those we love and serve have not heard and felt the influence of our earnest prayers in their behalf, then the time to repent is now.  As we emulate the example of the Savior, our prayers truly will become more meaningful."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is so much I need to change in my life to be a better person.  I sincerely hope my family hears my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-569288215461377988?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/569288215461377988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=569288215461377988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/569288215461377988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/569288215461377988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer.html' title='PRAYER....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7762284157139854099</id><published>2009-03-09T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:20:15.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first and probably last.....tattoo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbWG_USDoxI/AAAAAAAACxE/57ce9KUyuI4/s1600-h/My+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311299757887693586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbWG_USDoxI/AAAAAAAACxE/57ce9KUyuI4/s320/My+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Christine wondered why I didn't publish my picture of my new tattoo I got while on my vacation in Hawaii.  Well, here it is.  I know many will disagree about tattoos, but I did have meaning behind this.  I wanted something tattooed that would show my love for my 4 children, and the heart in the middle represents my love for my husband, Kay.  Yes, it did hurt.  Yes, I would have another one, but probably not.  It was swollen only for the first day and the pink around the edges went away by two days.  I love it and can't wait to be able to wear my sandals in the summer to show it off.  If you're going to Hawaii and you're interested, Lesli knows a fantastic tattooer there who will give you a great professional tattoo.  He normally does the Samoan Tattoos that are culture based, but this tattoo only took him an hour and it was a cinch compared to those he does for the Samoans.  Good Luck!  Let me know if you get one and I'll, of course, want to see it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7762284157139854099?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7762284157139854099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7762284157139854099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7762284157139854099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7762284157139854099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-and-probably-lasttattoo.html' title='My first and probably last.....tattoo.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbWG_USDoxI/AAAAAAAACxE/57ce9KUyuI4/s72-c/My+tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7553652314249718596</id><published>2009-03-09T14:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:11:01.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How beautiful is potty training??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8f8eb6f1a5fc50b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8f8eb6f1a5fc50b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FD885EF99290C923156260720E21367DF5B2D77.48C0847E75BC752344E33D7F877900FAB95AA922%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8f8eb6f1a5fc50b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCdxlNbof-GZYMYuS_8v0jJuu80k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8f8eb6f1a5fc50b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FD885EF99290C923156260720E21367DF5B2D77.48C0847E75BC752344E33D7F877900FAB95AA922%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8f8eb6f1a5fc50b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCdxlNbof-GZYMYuS_8v0jJuu80k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always wondered why mother's would say "Potty Training", it's a beautiful thing......Ave is now learning to go to the bathroom on the big potty.  She has been very successful in going #1, but #2 is a challenge for her.  She has partially been successful, which points me to believe that she will be successful soon.  It's always fun to see that success on their face and her's is a joy......she claps and during the whole ordeal, sings twinkle twinkle little star and also the ABC song while she waits for the "happening".  I am proud of her and will continue to work with her so she will be a big success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7553652314249718596?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b8f8eb6f1a5fc50b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7553652314249718596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7553652314249718596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7553652314249718596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7553652314249718596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-beautiful-is-potty-training.html' title='How beautiful is potty training??????'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7540446154107441017</id><published>2009-03-06T13:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:15:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "heavenly" visit to Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD-YfQ8cI/AAAAAAAACwY/eJ9zENvMcMU/s1600-h/Les+and+Ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310170543395238338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD-YfQ8cI/AAAAAAAACwY/eJ9zENvMcMU/s320/Les+and+Ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD9-8P-nI/AAAAAAAACwQ/PpLiJuDbTgk/s1600-h/Hawaiian+Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310170536537487986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD9-8P-nI/AAAAAAAACwQ/PpLiJuDbTgk/s320/Hawaiian+Temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD9izrFXI/AAAAAAAACwI/qFO3dewIcyM/s1600-h/beautiful+beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310170528985322866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD9izrFXI/AAAAAAAACwI/qFO3dewIcyM/s320/beautiful+beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you how much fun we had.  Just being together and having quality time for talks, sharing, playing our charade, dice and poker games; for beach time, patio time with the ukelele and Lesli and Simi singing was far more relaxing and enjoyable than I would've ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD9Bpl4mI/AAAAAAAACwA/YHx1S1i0_jY/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310170520084669026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD9Bpl4mI/AAAAAAAACwA/YHx1S1i0_jY/s320/Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7540446154107441017?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7540446154107441017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7540446154107441017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7540446154107441017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7540446154107441017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heavenly-visit-to-hawaii.html' title='My &quot;heavenly&quot; visit to Hawaii'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SbGD-YfQ8cI/AAAAAAAACwY/eJ9zENvMcMU/s72-c/Les+and+Ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8592880319031248842</id><published>2009-03-06T10:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:55:40.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesli playing the Ukelele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6cd64d1e5d35accb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6cd64d1e5d35accb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE99AD0CDB760E9677BAC5FE06529E133E9DD3E.3D762936D853BBC3B78010D842D932F5C79C74B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cd64d1e5d35accb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFe2QEEEEAtN_hVcArNBjb4eFqo0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6cd64d1e5d35accb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE99AD0CDB760E9677BAC5FE06529E133E9DD3E.3D762936D853BBC3B78010D842D932F5C79C74B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cd64d1e5d35accb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFe2QEEEEAtN_hVcArNBjb4eFqo0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was in Hawaii visiting Lesli, she showed me her talent playing the Ukelele.  It was awesome and we enjoyed many nights and mornings on her patio hearing her sing and play.  My trip was one I will not forget.  We spent all the time I was there together and as always, she showed me a great time.  We visited many beaches, frequenting the sand and surf.  The weather was rainy season, so we didn't venture out on "beach days" until late morning.  The soft whispers of rain would come early morning and then leave without a sound.  I enjoyed waking up early and going out onto the patio and spending my own "quiet time" soaking in all the beauty surrounding her place.   We spent a lot of time at the "swap meet" they hold at the University of Hawaii Stadium.  Vendors fix up their tents and sell their wares for such a cheap price, you want to buy everything!  I had to buy an additional travel bag in order to bring back all the items I purchased.  Each time, we would get home and say, "I wish I would have gotten that....."  So we would plan to go the next time they were setting up (Wednesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays).  T-shirts were 8 for $20, and bracelets and necklaces were so beautiful and affordable.  Sua's family was so kind and before I left, brought boxes and boxes of chocolate covered macadamia nuts, mugs, cookies, jam, candies, etc. from the island.  They wanted to make sure I had a little bit of everything!  It was so kind, but I then ended up having to borrow another bag from Lesli in order to take it all back.  Unbelievable.  Les and I visited the Laie Mormon Temple and went through the visitor's center, which was Lesli's idea.  We got many pictures as well as two pictures standing right next to a huge carving of Jesus Christ.  We also visited the DOLE pineapple factory and succumbed to a soft serve pineapple ice cream cone.  What a treat.  The weather during the whole time was chilly in the mornings to the point I needed to wear a sweatshirt...but always cleared up by around 11:00.  It is the rainy season during Feb/March.  I want to go back already and miss the "gang" we hung out with all the time.  Thanks to Les and Sua for opening their home to me and showing me such sweet hospitality and helping me not to get homesick....which I never did.  Love you guys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8592880319031248842?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6cd64d1e5d35accb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8592880319031248842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8592880319031248842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8592880319031248842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8592880319031248842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/03/lesli-playing-ukelele.html' title='Lesli playing the Ukelele'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4959639292568041551</id><published>2009-02-17T08:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:16:55.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS23Me7AI/AAAAAAAACu4/VSuz34IRpaw/s1600-h/Birthday+Video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303783351153257474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS23Me7AI/AAAAAAAACu4/VSuz34IRpaw/s400/Birthday+Video.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day for Kay's birthday. His kids, grandkids, Joe and his family, Cyndee and Gary and Marilyn came over to celebrate. We had Lasagna, Garlic Bread and Salad, topped off with Chocolate birthday cake and ice cream. It was a fun day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS2nKF-wI/AAAAAAAACuw/hqBNQiLuiKg/s1600-h/Kay%27s+birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303783346848267010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS2nKF-wI/AAAAAAAACuw/hqBNQiLuiKg/s400/Kay%27s+birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS2d9l8TI/AAAAAAAACuo/OigK3zSxsqw/s1600-h/Blowing+out+the+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303783344379916594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS2d9l8TI/AAAAAAAACuo/OigK3zSxsqw/s400/Blowing+out+the+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4959639292568041551?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4959639292568041551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4959639292568041551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4959639292568041551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4959639292568041551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-had-great-day-for-kays-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZrS23Me7AI/AAAAAAAACu4/VSuz34IRpaw/s72-c/Birthday+Video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7735189121173221484</id><published>2009-02-10T07:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:21:17.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZGV9cz2vPI/AAAAAAAACug/Irt-DD9pNKQ/s1600-h/100_3642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301183119330032882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZGV9cz2vPI/AAAAAAAACug/Irt-DD9pNKQ/s400/100_3642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phoenix is reflecting on her life. She doesn't particularly like her picture taken, but when I suggested she look into the mirror and then I take the picture, she thought that would be fun.....She's such a sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls came over yesterday and we had so much fun. Ave has so much energy and has the most awesome looks on her face when you call to her. We colored, made and printed out valentines from Noggin on the computer, made applesauce muffins from a recipe on the Dora website and played really hard tickling eachother and laughing. I hope I wore them out for Joe and Sarah. That always helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7735189121173221484?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7735189121173221484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7735189121173221484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7735189121173221484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7735189121173221484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflections_10.html' title='Reflections.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SZGV9cz2vPI/AAAAAAAACug/Irt-DD9pNKQ/s72-c/100_3642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-566427166996915071</id><published>2009-02-02T08:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:34:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOENIX IS 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYcSAhQ4tPI/AAAAAAAACuY/AbsGgfIbeEs/s1600-h/Phoenix+4+days+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298223286763173106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYcSAhQ4tPI/AAAAAAAACuY/AbsGgfIbeEs/s400/Phoenix+4+days+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my first granddaughter's birthday. As I reminisce about that day, I remember having a business conference trip scheduled the Monday she was born. I had to fly to California and when I left on Sunday afternoon, and Sarah was already having labor pains when I left. I was so heartbroken that I couldn't be there for her birth. I got to my hotel room and didn't hear anything, until Monday morning, as I was getting ready to go to my meeting. Joe called around 6:30, I believe and told me she was born. I was so anxious for the next couple of days, and couldn't wait until my business meetings were over. I flew home on Wednesday and went straight to their home on the way home from the airport. It was so exciting to see her beautiful face. It took me back to when Christopher was born, just looking at the faces of Joe and Sarah. This sweet thing, born February 2, 2004, had only been 2 days away from our Father in Heaven. She was amazing and beautiful. She in her own way, has been such an example to me when she speaks of Jesus and some of the statements she makes about heaven and other "spiritual" things makes me feel she was sent her to get my life in order. I have learned so much from her and we are so very close. Phoenix, I hope you have a very happy birthday and always remember how much Papa and I love you. We love the sweet spirit you bring to our home and listen to every single feeling you express. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-566427166996915071?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/566427166996915071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=566427166996915071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/566427166996915071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/566427166996915071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-my-first-granddaughters.html' title='PHOENIX IS 5!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYcSAhQ4tPI/AAAAAAAACuY/AbsGgfIbeEs/s72-c/Phoenix+4+days+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-322036757153786177</id><published>2009-01-30T07:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:29:39.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oldest Grandson turning 6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYMV9DAG85I/AAAAAAAACtw/fm1mZjiNgko/s1600-h/Jakob+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYMV8xn_AuI/AAAAAAAACto/G4QMGKrZ_uY/s1600-h/100_0670_0035_035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101720575214306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYMV8xn_AuI/AAAAAAAACto/G4QMGKrZ_uY/s400/100_0670_0035_035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that this little beanie is now 6 years old. He's been attending kindergarten and is grown up beyond his 6 years. When I called yesterday morning to sing the "Happy Birthday" song to him, he patiently listened and then thanked me. I was amazed he didn't hand the phone back to his dad. Adam told me this year he didn't want a cake, he wanted cornbread. So that's what he got. For his special birthday dinner, he wanted bacon and rice. His "Samoan Uncle Joe" told me, "Yep, that's a real Samoan for ya"! When Adam was this age, his favorite birthday dinner was Pizza Bagels, and that's what he got. I went "retro" with our birthday gift for him this year. I bought a couple DVDs of "HOWDY DOODY" because that's what I watched when I was Jakob's age. I told Adam I wanted to see how well that entertained kids 50's years later. I hope it's not boring for you beanie, but Grandma remembered how much you loved robots and included one of those in your birthday gift as well; just in case the DVDs didn't work for ya! I love you Jakob! We hope your birthday was a happy, fun, and loving one for you! We miss you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-322036757153786177?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/322036757153786177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=322036757153786177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/322036757153786177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/322036757153786177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-oldest-grandson-turning-6.html' title='My Oldest Grandson turning 6!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SYMV8xn_AuI/AAAAAAAACto/G4QMGKrZ_uY/s72-c/100_0670_0035_035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1630338008906162209</id><published>2009-01-18T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:10:55.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-ray Kay....leen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SXNhSQjYLRI/AAAAAAAACqI/LhDb9V3tmUI/s1600-h/Me+in+dentist%27s+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292680953399356690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SXNhSQjYLRI/AAAAAAAACqI/LhDb9V3tmUI/s320/Me+in+dentist%27s+chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Kay got me back with this picture of me in the dentist's chair getting X-rays......ok, honey, you did it. It was funny though, because right after this, when she started cleaning my teeth, the batteries went out and he couldn't take a picture of me with my mouth wide open and looking stupid! thank goodness for dead batteries. He did say he would get me back on the 27th, when I have to return to the dentist's office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1630338008906162209?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1630338008906162209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1630338008906162209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1630338008906162209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1630338008906162209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-kay-got-me-back-with-this-picture.html' title='X-ray Kay....leen'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SXNhSQjYLRI/AAAAAAAACqI/LhDb9V3tmUI/s72-c/Me+in+dentist%27s+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5543804710837892057</id><published>2009-01-13T15:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:07:18.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay's appointment for new choppers.....at least on the bottom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0PemQlPBI/AAAAAAAACqA/9cxTbWLK3Lg/s1600-h/Dr.+Tidwell,.Assis+and+Kay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290902155570789394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0PemQlPBI/AAAAAAAACqA/9cxTbWLK3Lg/s320/Dr.+Tidwell,.Assis+and+Kay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0Pd_n2aNI/AAAAAAAACp4/Ded6-YZ9KW0/s1600-h/Kay%27s+appointment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290902145199401170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0Pd_n2aNI/AAAAAAAACp4/Ded6-YZ9KW0/s320/Kay%27s+appointment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0PdunlBwI/AAAAAAAACpw/pLnIcP_lQq8/s1600-h/Kay%27s+first+appointment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290902140634859266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0PdunlBwI/AAAAAAAACpw/pLnIcP_lQq8/s320/Kay%27s+first+appointment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay has been having some problems with his "old" plate on the bottom, so, we are going to clear that up.  He's having his front four teeth pulled and "false" teeth put into a "plate".  He'll still have his other 4 teeth to have as an anchor for the plate.  Dr. Tidwell was just happy to have his work in progress advertised on the internet, so he helped me get some pictures, by keeping Kay's attention.  So did the cute little dental assistant.  Afterwards, Dr. Tidwell asked if I got a good shot of his bald head.....then Kay knew I was doing the picture thing.  He didn't get mad and said it was mostly because he didn't have to say "cheese" for the millionth time.  He also said I should've taken the picture when his mouth was filled with "blue goo" for his impression.  To get me back, he's going to take my picture having my teeth cleaned on Thursday......payback's fair.  Anyways, I'll keep posted his future visits and maybe we can even get one of his missing teeth in front before they put his plate in......(that's going to be really tricky.......)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5543804710837892057?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5543804710837892057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5543804710837892057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5543804710837892057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5543804710837892057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/01/kays-appointment-for-new-choppersat.html' title='Kay&apos;s appointment for new choppers.....at least on the bottom!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SW0PemQlPBI/AAAAAAAACqA/9cxTbWLK3Lg/s72-c/Dr.+Tidwell,.Assis+and+Kay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1436223816071193653</id><published>2009-01-13T08:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:21:03.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1436223816071193653?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1436223816071193653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1436223816071193653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1436223816071193653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1436223816071193653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4989087552952561418</id><published>2009-01-12T07:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:14:31.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 90TH BIRTHDAY, ELVA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SWtb6cQPPTI/AAAAAAAACpE/0GIWnfjnd_I/s1600-h/Kay+and+Elva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423246851620146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SWtb6cQPPTI/AAAAAAAACpE/0GIWnfjnd_I/s320/Kay+and+Elva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SWtb5hNZGqI/AAAAAAAACo8/QX-hM4rwjKg/s1600-h/Elva+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423231001991842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SWtb5hNZGqI/AAAAAAAACo8/QX-hM4rwjKg/s320/Elva+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the opportunity to go down to Bryce Canyon this weekend, to celebrate Kay's mom's 90th birthday. I don't think I've ever had the chance to celebrate someone's birthday who is that old! She is quite the character and has improved so much since we moved her from the Springville Care Center to her new place. She now walks with a walker, works out on a machine that helps strengthen her arms and we can see she wouldn't have lasted much longer at her old place. She initiates conversations and has her sense of humor back. We are so happy to visit her now, seeing her with such a happy disposition. It's amazing how one elderly center "lets" them lay down and die and the other improves their existence while they are still living. Kathryn and I made a chocolate birthday cake for her, we sang and opened presents and she was so happy.  We explained that we couldn't put all 90 candles on the cake, because the smoke alarms in the room would go off.  So, we put 9, each one representing 10 years...She was fine with that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary also came down and spent the time with his mom and us.  We stayed at Kathryn's and when we all get together, all hell breaks loose.  We saw Cougar tracks all over in the snow around Kathryn's back yard deck and then thought about the many times Kay and I went out to have a smoke, in the evening.  Wow, you really have to be careful down there.  The tracks were of  cougar paw prints and a baby cougar next to the large prints.  A cougar has been sighted down by their house for about a month now, and they can't seem to track it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and Doyle and Kathryn are always so welcoming and begging us to stay longer.  Next time we go, which will probably be in a month, we'll stay a couple days longer and do some 4 wheeling in the snow....I've only snowmobiled, but not 4-wheeled in the snow.....!!!  Sounds fun to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4989087552952561418?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4989087552952561418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4989087552952561418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4989087552952561418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4989087552952561418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-90th-birthday-elva.html' title='HAPPY 90TH BIRTHDAY, ELVA!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SWtb6cQPPTI/AAAAAAAACpE/0GIWnfjnd_I/s72-c/Kay+and+Elva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-3654953229494320831</id><published>2009-01-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:21:03.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Kay's kin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-3654953229494320831?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/3654953229494320831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=3654953229494320831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3654953229494320831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3654953229494320831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-with-kays-kin.html' title='Christmas with Kay&apos;s kin....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5653984450858917894</id><published>2008-12-30T15:12:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:49:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GUY I'LL SPEND NEW YEAR'S WITH.....AND THE REST OF MY YEARS, IN FACT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqjuO5MxRI/AAAAAAAACn0/L4Tmzncr2Eg/s1600-h/000_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285717127340016914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqjuO5MxRI/AAAAAAAACn0/L4Tmzncr2Eg/s320/000_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqjuHrl0NI/AAAAAAAACns/KKO5T88N4Ls/s1600-h/Kay+and+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285717125403889874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqjuHrl0NI/AAAAAAAACns/KKO5T88N4Ls/s320/Kay+and+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqg4DtumOI/AAAAAAAACnk/JT-Vps5W5eQ/s1600-h/000_0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285713997602920674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqg4DtumOI/AAAAAAAACnk/JT-Vps5W5eQ/s320/000_0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqfr2rwm8I/AAAAAAAACm8/iH9uwuick7k/s1600-h/100_3400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285712688434944962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqfr2rwm8I/AAAAAAAACm8/iH9uwuick7k/s320/100_3400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left to Right:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture #1 - Kay and me on Father's Day and my birthday - June 15, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture !2 - Kay and me in the back of his pick up truck watching the 4th of July fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture #3 - Kay swinging with Elliott (our 13 year old black Pomeranian) at the park with Phoenix and Ave. Elliott loves to swing, and he also loves to ride with Kay on his motorcycle....weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture #4 - Kay and me at my Family Christmas Party, December 13, 2008. Kay never wears a cowboy hat, but wore it this night as a joke to my cousin, who always is asking him where his cowboy hat is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to put my honey in the blog. He rarely gets his pic in here and doesn't do the computer thing, so, once in awhile I'll put him in and let him read what I have to say about him.....(sometimes, lol) We don't have any big plans for New Year's Eve. We rarely go out because even going to dinner is practically risking your life! The roads are bad, and people are sometimes bad, driving after they've had a few. They seem to start earlier and earlier, drinking and then can't be responsible enough to get someone who's sober take them where they wanna go. Anyways, we value our life and will stay at home and have our own little celebration. My new resolutions are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Start smoking outside the house (this will make it easier to quit, which I plan to do in 2009.) It's a lot more effort to go outside to smoke, especially in the wintertime when it's so cold outside and snowy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lose 8+ pounds that I found over the holidays. My goal for 2009 is losing 20 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. To learn how to do quilting. My neighbor is going to teach me beginning in January and we will get together a couple times a month to work together on a quilt. I have a sewing machine and will continue my sewing at my own house.....I would love to be able to make my kids a quilt for Christmas next year. I truly have to think ahead on this one.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Stay in touch with friends near and far, more often and consistently.&lt;/div&gt;5. Get back going to church...... I've lived with the church in my heart for 24 years now, and need to be active in going into the church......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's enough of that.... Make too many and you fail. I believe I can accomplish the above without tiring my will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what Kay's resolutions are for 2009. He never makes New Year's resolutions....but, I love him anyway; he's such a great guy...... HAPPY 2009, HONEY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5653984450858917894?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5653984450858917894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5653984450858917894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5653984450858917894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5653984450858917894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/12/guy-ill-spend-new-years-withand-rest-of.html' title='THE GUY I&apos;LL SPEND NEW YEAR&apos;S WITH.....AND THE REST OF MY YEARS, IN FACT!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVqjuO5MxRI/AAAAAAAACn0/L4Tmzncr2Eg/s72-c/000_0946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4000668771415255773</id><published>2008-12-26T10:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:56:09.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POEM I WROTE FOR MY KIDS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUaH6xi4UI/AAAAAAAACm0/6be9H3eGUdU/s1600-h/My+kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284158461127614786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUaH6xi4UI/AAAAAAAACm0/6be9H3eGUdU/s400/My+kids4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just take my hand, I'll guide you along many paths from here to there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll see things through the eyes of a child, sights you cannot compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll see my hands are young and strong, with strength to help you by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ups and downs of life itself, you'll often question, "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hardships that breeze by you, like whispers in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They make you sad with true despair, some choices will rescind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll guide you in directions, that lead you on your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To face the world ahead of you, with courage, not dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With you I'll lend a listening ear, for times you need to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Praying that your future will bring a successful break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You all have grown and took a love, down the aisle to wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope that you remember, all the important things we've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see your hands are growing, and strength is moving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mine are growing older, looking older than they've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm watching you with older eyes, my view is looking good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see amazing works from you, that I knew in my heart, I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm hearing sounds of happiness, ringing in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never knew the sound would flood, my eyes with huge big tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My hands, my eyes, my ears and soul are aging as we speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My hands are not so strong, in fact, my hands are somewhat weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I only know how I've been blessed to feel, and see and hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The joys of my children then, and now grandchildren have appeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These old hands are living proof, that all my hopes are sealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any hardships they may have, will definitely be healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I grow older, I feel my age; But, I've mastered standing back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To let my kids walk down their paths, some good advice all packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never knew how lonely "letting go" can truly be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the happiness seen in them makes this older woman see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll continue to be proud and speak, of the pride I have within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Letting them know the happiness that they all have truly been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4000668771415255773?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4000668771415255773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4000668771415255773&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4000668771415255773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4000668771415255773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem-i-wrote-for-my-kids.html' title='A POEM I WROTE FOR MY KIDS.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUaH6xi4UI/AAAAAAAACm0/6be9H3eGUdU/s72-c/My+kids4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7746308746520632011</id><published>2008-12-26T09:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:45:14.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJynujFNI/AAAAAAAACmc/YRLbnSQ81zA/s1600-h/100_3434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284140503051474130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJynujFNI/AAAAAAAACmc/YRLbnSQ81zA/s400/100_3434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJx-QjpxI/AAAAAAAACmU/jZObEwVG8NE/s1600-h/100_3432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284140491919828754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJx-QjpxI/AAAAAAAACmU/jZObEwVG8NE/s400/100_3432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJxvyRy4I/AAAAAAAACmM/u2uiM32ADQs/s1600-h/100_3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284140488034732930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJxvyRy4I/AAAAAAAACmM/u2uiM32ADQs/s400/100_3447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to add these few photos of Phoenix at her school Christmas Program. She really enjoys dancing, but I believe singing is her thing.......  The first pic is when they announced for all the children to look at the doorway, and who should be standing there, but SANTA CLAUS!  What a joy this child brings to my life.  I can't even begin to tell you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7746308746520632011?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7746308746520632011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7746308746520632011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7746308746520632011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7746308746520632011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/12/phoenixs-christmas-program.html' title='Phoenix&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SVUJynujFNI/AAAAAAAACmc/YRLbnSQ81zA/s72-c/100_3434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1075468846410594906</id><published>2008-12-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:21:03.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to add these few photos of Phoenix at her school Christmas Program.  She really enjoys dancing, but I believe singing is her thing.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1075468846410594906?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1075468846410594906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1075468846410594906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1075468846410594906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1075468846410594906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/12/phoenixs-christmas-program_26.html' title='Phoenix&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2107519471999116848</id><published>2008-12-16T07:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:57:16.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 34th Birthday, Lesli Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUfBwHW0rvI/AAAAAAAACls/W76FtfOcUl4/s1600-h/How+we%27ve+changed!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280402120467853042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUfBwHW0rvI/AAAAAAAACls/W76FtfOcUl4/s400/How+we%27ve+changed!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUfBvvnzNEI/AAAAAAAAClk/g9TM7zyKc-Q/s1600-h/Lesli+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280402114096608322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUfBvvnzNEI/AAAAAAAAClk/g9TM7zyKc-Q/s400/Lesli+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, well, I still haven't been able to explain why I had any kids around Christmas, but it just so happened I had 3, Joe on the 15th, Lesli on the 16th and then Adam, right after Christmas on the 4th of January. Man, oh, man, I always felt bad for them because it was so close to Christmas. But, I remember well, Lesli's birth; I was ready for a girl and had two boys prior to her. It was a dangerous birth, however, and I lost a lot of blood. After her birth, my Mom and sister came into my room. I was laying on a gurney with no color in my face or arms. They truly thought I was dead. Friends and family donated blood, so it wouldn't cost so much to replenish mine. I was tickled plum to death when I finally got my "girl". Herm was away in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, doing an entertainment job. We called and he was so excited to come home long enough to see his daughter and gather our little family up and go to Canada. Lesli has been a remarkable person to me. It's not just because she is my daughter. Others feel the same exact way about her. She is the most unselfish, giving, self-assured, kind person I HAVE EVER MET. She always thinks of the other person before ever considering herself. She has actually TAUGHT ME so much, I can't even begin to tell you. I have been surprised, over and over again, at the calls I have received from her asking me to go with her on a little "jaunt". We have been to Vegas together, Hawaii (the year after her wedding was there), and Mexico. Those were the absolutely funnest trips I have ever been on. The quality time we had together on all three, was amazing. I am so close to Lesli and feel every bad or good feeling she goes through. It truly feels that way. She has never let me down and always is so respectful to me, no matter what. She is my little princess and always will be. I love you so much, Les, and am so absolutely happy God gave me you to have for a daughter. I can never be grateful enough, and will always be thankful for your sweet smile and your giving heart. Happy Birthday, Sweetie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2107519471999116848?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2107519471999116848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2107519471999116848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2107519471999116848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2107519471999116848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-34th-birthday-lesli-kay.html' title='Happy 34th Birthday, Lesli Kay'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUfBwHW0rvI/AAAAAAAACls/W76FtfOcUl4/s72-c/How+we%27ve+changed!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-3814388188928881304</id><published>2008-12-16T07:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:39:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 29TH BIRTHDAY, IOSEFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUe9dTqADgI/AAAAAAAAClc/M45OhhEBdN8/s1600-h/Superman+Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280397399305489922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUe9dTqADgI/AAAAAAAAClc/M45OhhEBdN8/s400/Superman+Joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUe9MRyLtOI/AAAAAAAAClU/BnqB2n2pCJE/s1600-h/Joe+eating+pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280397106745160930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUe9MRyLtOI/AAAAAAAAClU/BnqB2n2pCJE/s400/Joe+eating+pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so very nice to go to dinner with Joe, Sarah and the girls last night to celebrate Joe's 29th birthday. It was so funny when he dropped the girls off in the morning, and I said "Happy 39th Birthday Joe", and his face changed like, "Mom, you ARE losing it"! I realized what I said and we both laughed. We met at Tepanyaki in Lehi and ate a fabulous dinner. Kay got lucky, and ordered chicken and shrimp and when the chef cooked it all, accidentally put steak on his plate as well. He had the biggest pile of food and ended up taking a box home. It should've been Joe, for his birthday! I am so proud of Joe and so happy he is still close by. I look back at the time when I was pregnant and when he was born. I can remember so much about those times. I can remember how after a few months of his birth, we all started calling him, "mush-mouth, bald-head, booger nose, stinky feet, chub chub, because he was all of these and more. All the kids absolutely took to Joe and no one could keep their hands off him. They all wanted to hold him and love him. He was a very special child to me, just because I knew he would be my last. He has never given me a moment's worry; oh yeah, except maybe the time he fell out of the back of his friend's truck, and we had to go to the hospital and help get the "road debris" off his back and bottom. He was always such a great kid. He has grown into a very loveable, funny, respectful man and makes a great father and husband, even holding his temper when Ave kicked him accidentally in the "you know where". I am amazed at his patience and understanding with his kids and even with me. Thank you Lord, for giving me this wonderful, loving man, I am proud to call my son.   HE IS MY "SUPER SON"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-3814388188928881304?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/3814388188928881304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=3814388188928881304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3814388188928881304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3814388188928881304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-29th-birthday-iosefa.html' title='HAPPY 29TH BIRTHDAY, IOSEFA'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SUe9dTqADgI/AAAAAAAAClc/M45OhhEBdN8/s72-c/Superman+Joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-9200410074520397266</id><published>2008-12-09T08:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:50:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS, 1978?</title><content type='html'>HOW QUICKLY CHRISTMAS' GO BY....... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/ST6TnMoEWQI/AAAAAAAACj0/PxqbKctmzY8/s1600-h/Christopher,+Adam+and+Lesli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818114938263810" style="DISPLAY: block; 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5212377609702030489</id><published>2008-11-07T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:14:35.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It always amazes me how intelligent this little 4 year old Phoenix is as you visit with her.  Her streaming, constant conversation led me to grab the camera and video all she had to say; some which didn't even have anything to do with what she was conversing about originally..... Anyway, we were talking about Thanksgiving and how at this time, we tell people how thankful we are for them and thank our Heavenly Father for all we have.....This is her track of mind.......I'm so thankful for you Phoenix, and the joy you bring to my heart.  Every minute with you fills my heart with laughter and reminds me how innocent little children are.  You are so loving and caring with Papa and me.  You never cease to amaze us with the things you say.  We love you so very, very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5212377609702030489?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5212377609702030489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5212377609702030489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5212377609702030489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5212377609702030489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-always-amazes-me-how-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2234991622542709765</id><published>2008-11-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:34:46.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR NEW PRESIDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SRGOaCKHBNI/AAAAAAAACfU/I2VVWlFYYf0/s1600-h/President+Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265146017279837394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SRGOaCKHBNI/AAAAAAAACfU/I2VVWlFYYf0/s400/President+Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am happy to say, my vote did count, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was not the only person in Utah who felt Obama would be good for change in Utah. I realize that any president who is elected makes promises and doesn't always follow through. It's not always the future they promise, but I believe this man is going to try his very best to make a change in the right direction for us. I see it in his eyes when he looks at his children, knowing he loves them and wants the very best for them as much as we want for our children and grandchildren. I am happy for the African American Public, who had a historical day yesterday, as we all did, in finding out they do count and are not just a number. Their futures look brighter just knowing their visions of success can be realized, unlike how our history has been for them. I support this President and pray for his leadership for our country's future and for our futures. So, now, we should direct out thoughts to how WE can ALL help bring our country back where it belongs. We should never expect that a president can do it himself. We can help for this change...YES WE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2234991622542709765?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2234991622542709765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2234991622542709765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2234991622542709765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2234991622542709765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-president.html' title='OUR NEW PRESIDENT'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SRGOaCKHBNI/AAAAAAAACfU/I2VVWlFYYf0/s72-c/President+Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8572479271057505650</id><published>2008-11-03T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:22:48.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabrielle the Wicked Witch of the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7s6FNh9KI/AAAAAAAACfE/JAuBw-FaqjU/s1600-h/mean+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264405497018184866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7s6FNh9KI/AAAAAAAACfE/JAuBw-FaqjU/s320/mean+witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I THINK YOU'LL AGREE THAT THIS IS A WICKED WITCH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8572479271057505650?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8572479271057505650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8572479271057505650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8572479271057505650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8572479271057505650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/gabrielle-wicked-witch-of-west.html' title='Gabrielle the Wicked Witch of the West'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7s6FNh9KI/AAAAAAAACfE/JAuBw-FaqjU/s72-c/mean+witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-26533221329073168</id><published>2008-11-03T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:20:58.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRICK OR TREATING IS SO MUCH FUN WITH ALL THOSE KIDDIES~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7rjp8uC4I/AAAAAAAACe0/_M3CCsqcJm8/s1600-h/A+real+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264404012231166850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7rjp8uC4I/AAAAAAAACe0/_M3CCsqcJm8/s320/A+real+witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Even Lesli got in on the trick or treating~ &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7rjTeebVI/AAAAAAAACes/JsVuYTFjZdg/s1600-h/Im+sick+of+this+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264404006198734162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7rjTeebVI/AAAAAAAACes/JsVuYTFjZdg/s320/Im+sick+of+this+costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-26533221329073168?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/26533221329073168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=26533221329073168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/26533221329073168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/26533221329073168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='TRICK OR TREATING IS SO MUCH FUN WITH ALL THOSE KIDDIES~'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7rjp8uC4I/AAAAAAAACe0/_M3CCsqcJm8/s72-c/A+real+witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6929504707143048037</id><published>2008-11-03T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:01:33.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmistakeably my family......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7m89MmiGI/AAAAAAAACc8/jpGkFa1lbHo/s1600-h/crazy+boys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398949336647778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7m89MmiGI/AAAAAAAACc8/jpGkFa1lbHo/s320/crazy+boys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXzwsO_I/AAAAAAAACc0/evlfbqh9iBU/s1600-h/I+want+candy+too+.Lesli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398311148502002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXzwsO_I/AAAAAAAACc0/evlfbqh9iBU/s320/I+want+candy+too+.Lesli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXmedqoI/AAAAAAAACcs/2AbBpmmGNBc/s1600-h/christian.jakob+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398307582388866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXmedqoI/AAAAAAAACcs/2AbBpmmGNBc/s320/christian.jakob+halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXsdd8fI/AAAAAAAACck/jh-un3EecEE/s1600-h/Two+wicked+witches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398309188825586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXsdd8fI/AAAAAAAACck/jh-un3EecEE/s320/Two+wicked+witches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7mXbu_IrI/AAAAAAAACcc/_ASnFBO64t0/s1600-h/My+crazy+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7lxmfaxBI/AAAAAAAACcU/wggeS0J1zUc/s1600-h/A+real+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is really nothin' unusual about these pictures.....LOL. I am proud to say  these beautiful people are my family.  Joe and Sarah and the girls flew out to Chicago so the "little ones" could trick or treat together.  It looks to me like they had so much fun.  Even Auntie Lesli flew out from Hawaii and joined in the goblin walk.  It's very hard to say who would win the best prize, even though I would say it was a tie......the boyz did well as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6929504707143048037?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6929504707143048037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6929504707143048037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6929504707143048037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6929504707143048037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/unmistakeably-my-family.html' title='Unmistakeably my family......'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQ7m89MmiGI/AAAAAAAACc8/jpGkFa1lbHo/s72-c/crazy+boys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1162025408077406683</id><published>2008-11-02T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:16:02.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Land of Liberty......</title><content type='html'>I am so proud to be an American.  True, there are times when you get frustrated with choices which are made concerning our country's economy, security, and other important issues.  However, I look at news clips and see other countries with their turmoil, injustices going on and the leader's lack of concern for their own people.  Some live in shacks, with their floors of dirt; some cannot enjoy the freedom of worshipping their own God or practicing the religion of their choice.  I marvel at what we all take for granted;  Each day as I wake, I wonder what the day will bring and after some time, I realize that anything that could happen in my day could not be bad, considering what other people in these other countries have going on from morning until evening.  I am so grateful I can express my opinions about things and not be in a lineup and shot for how I believe.  I am grateful that I have the material things I have, even though my life would go on without them, as long as I have my family.  I am appreciative of the fact we can register and vote for our leaders.  Failing to do so only shows you don't care, even if some may think one vote doesn't matter.  It also does not give you the right to complain about whomever ends up as our President.  Even if our own candidate doesn't win, we should stand by our new president and pray he does well for our country and get involved in those things we feel are sacred to our beliefs.  I have respect for any person who puts themselves out there to possibly take such stressful, dangerous, and "out front" positions to try and guide our country for the future.  GOOD LUCK TO BOTH CANDIDATES AND MAY THE BEST MAN WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1162025408077406683?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1162025408077406683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1162025408077406683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1162025408077406683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1162025408077406683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-land-of-liberty.html' title='Sweet Land of Liberty......'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6411783564645111929</id><published>2008-11-02T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:21:03.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME, SWEET HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6411783564645111929?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6411783564645111929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6411783564645111929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6411783564645111929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6411783564645111929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='HOME, SWEET HOME'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5126414976930933912</id><published>2008-10-30T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:27:42.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye for Now.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQpPokL-onI/AAAAAAAAB8A/rLCTefmgIwQ/s1600-h/Pink+Outfit+Elva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263106672863126130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQpPokL-onI/AAAAAAAAB8A/rLCTefmgIwQ/s400/Pink+Outfit+Elva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you may very well know, we have been speculating taking Elva, Kay's Mother, down to Panguitch, to be with her 98 year old sister, Melda.  Melda is in a rest home in the rear of the Garfield County IHC Hospital.  It is bright and cheery and has a much better "treatment plan" for the elderly.  Well, we finally got a call and they have an opening.  Kay and his brother and sister  are taking her to her new home tomorrow, yes, Halloween day.  She wasn't so excited at first and accused Kay of wanting to get rid of her.  (seriously, she did)  but, now we have mentioned it to her every visit, and the nurses' aides have done the same.  We are glad to report she is finally excited and realizes it may be fun living with her sister once again.  We feel it will be motivational for Elva, since in the past three months, she has become totally disabled, not even being able to feed herself.  Her 98 year old sister still walks around with a walker and is active, considering her age.  Elva is 89, 90 in January.  We wish her luck on her new venture to her new home after living in Springville for over 60 years.  We pray you will have a much better quality of life from now on.  We love you Elva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5126414976930933912?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5126414976930933912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5126414976930933912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5126414976930933912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5126414976930933912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/saying-goodbye-for-now.html' title='Saying Goodbye for Now.......'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQpPokL-onI/AAAAAAAAB8A/rLCTefmgIwQ/s72-c/Pink+Outfit+Elva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-364066425229986632</id><published>2008-10-28T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:44:24.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2970b343c896ea5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2970b343c896ea5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B89E456E331E707B86D90F04816946471615409.2BB4BCEB82DB8A35552BC50EE177D6033F5E8345%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2970b343c896ea5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRJDKCrrlvTKwu8g0x0dMDPJzox0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2970b343c896ea5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B89E456E331E707B86D90F04816946471615409.2BB4BCEB82DB8A35552BC50EE177D6033F5E8345%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2970b343c896ea5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRJDKCrrlvTKwu8g0x0dMDPJzox0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phoenix asked me to paint her toe nails different colors so it would look "cool".  Then she wanted me to make a video to send to her mom and dad to make them happy......What's not to love????  She also wanted them "cool" for when they go to Chicago tomorrow!  They are going to Chicago, so she and Ave can trick-or-treat with their cousins, Gabrielle, Jakob, Christian and Spencer.  How much fun will that be?  I will miss them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-364066425229986632?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2970b343c896ea5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/364066425229986632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=364066425229986632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/364066425229986632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/364066425229986632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/phoenix-asked-me-to-paint-her-toe-nails.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6106918092974766016</id><published>2008-10-25T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:53:56.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQOG4bv1ZwI/AAAAAAAAB74/3_vG2ogp6jM/s1600-h/4-wheelin%27+Grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261197093778056962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQOG4bv1ZwI/AAAAAAAAB74/3_vG2ogp6jM/s400/4-wheelin%27+Grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try answering some of these on your own blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 TV shows I watch ...(regularly)&lt;/p&gt;1- Antiques Roadshow&lt;br /&gt;2- Bill Maher&lt;br /&gt;3- History Channel&lt;br /&gt;4- Dexter - (Showtime)&lt;br /&gt;5- Oprah&lt;br /&gt;6- Dr. Phil&lt;br /&gt;7- News&lt;br /&gt;8- Lost - when it comes on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I crocheted&lt;br /&gt;2- Watched the girls overnight Thursday and played yesterday and then took them home.&lt;br /&gt;3- Called a couple of people to talk.&lt;br /&gt;4- Woke up at 4:30 AM as usual.....duh&lt;br /&gt;5- Wrapped a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;6- Watched an awesome Oprah show....&lt;br /&gt;7- Got pictures I ordered in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;8- Ate frozen pizza for dinner......yay, for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 places I like to eat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Outback&lt;br /&gt;2- Goodwood&lt;br /&gt;3- Applebees&lt;br /&gt;4- Carraba's&lt;br /&gt;5- Jason's Deli&lt;br /&gt;6- Fish and Chip Place in Sandy - "Norms"?&lt;br /&gt;7- Road Island Diner&lt;br /&gt;8- Any restaurant in Chicago that is in Joanne's book.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Having Barack Obama for our new President.&lt;br /&gt;2- Seeing the stock market regain and hold strong.&lt;br /&gt;3- Going to Hawaii for a couple of weeks to visit with Lesli and Sua in February.&lt;br /&gt;4- Seeing my kids and grandkids in Chicago again.&lt;br /&gt;5- Not hearing any more about the picnic short of a lunch, Alaskan Governor, SP.....&lt;br /&gt;6- Making new memories however I can.&lt;br /&gt;7- Making new recipes I haven't made before, hoping they will turn out and change our eating routine.&lt;br /&gt;8- Seeing my Mom and Dad again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wishlist ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Bin Laden would be found and brought to justice.......&lt;br /&gt;2- Enough for all my kids&lt;br /&gt;3- Enough for Kay and Me&lt;br /&gt;4- Have my bathrooms remodeled! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;5- Winter would go by really fast&lt;br /&gt;6- Gas prices below 1.00 a gallon. (I'm not asking for much here either, but get real!)&lt;br /&gt;7- I will remember things a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;8- Have my kitchen remodeled! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6106918092974766016?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6106918092974766016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6106918092974766016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6106918092974766016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6106918092974766016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/try-answering-some-of-these-on-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SQOG4bv1ZwI/AAAAAAAAB74/3_vG2ogp6jM/s72-c/4-wheelin%27+Grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4420817775921229805</id><published>2008-10-24T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:34:58.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16c412b70ba65f0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16c412b70ba65f0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D727D6EDCCC72CF84C23FE49A81A218C946C9DE0.9D6943529CD83AC234AC9CA35C3F534F0C9D16C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16c412b70ba65f0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuBeBYzjUhnRFo7ruJvLUwJQKzQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16c412b70ba65f0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D727D6EDCCC72CF84C23FE49A81A218C946C9DE0.9D6943529CD83AC234AC9CA35C3F534F0C9D16C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16c412b70ba65f0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuBeBYzjUhnRFo7ruJvLUwJQKzQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I took this video, I realized how our children knew how sad we may feel when we had to leave them with someone while we went to work.   Phoenix had in her mind that her parents would see this video and know that they are thinking of their mom and dad, but that mom and dad can be happy knowing the kids are ok and are happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the time with the girls, I also realized how wonderful it is, not just for me, but for Kay, to be retired and be able to spend time with the girls.  I made another video, which, for some reason I can't download.  It was of Kay, laying on the bed and Phoenix sitting in Papa's chair in our bedroom.  They were watching a cartoon of a "Cinderella" type story and while Papa ate his tootsie roll pop and Phoenix was eating her "Tinkle" (Twinkie) they both were commenting on the cartoon.  It was amazing to me that these two human beings, generations apart, could be on such a level as to respect and communicate on the same level.  It was also amazing to me that Kay, would  even watch this cartoon with her!   Maybe it was just the mood I was in or something, but it brought tears of laughter as well as a feeling of well-being with my grandchildren.  Before all this, we were outside once again, blowing bubbles and Papa literally made the best bubbles and entertained us all.  He even told Phoenix he was Harry Potter, as he would flail his arm around with the bubble blower and bubbles would appear as if by magic!   I am so proud that Kay has connected with my grandkids here in Utah, so well that Phoenix goes home and imitates her Papa when she's playing by herself.  She asks questions pretending like he's there in the room and then answers the questions, imitating Papa's way of answering. (Sarah clued me in on that one).  I know he loves Phoenix and Ave and has such a great relationship with them.  I only wish my other grandchildren could be close so they could also experience how fun and humorous he is.  Thanks so much for being a wonderful Papa, Honey!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4420817775921229805?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16c412b70ba65f0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4420817775921229805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4420817775921229805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4420817775921229805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4420817775921229805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-i-took-this-video-i-realized-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-3838621160518048841</id><published>2008-10-22T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:15:53.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on in the Women's Abuse World?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SP9BbCX1jII/AAAAAAAAB7w/Yw5oA_QSjpI/s1600-h/100_0794_0092_092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259994822541151362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SP9BbCX1jII/AAAAAAAAB7w/Yw5oA_QSjpI/s400/100_0794_0092_092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SP9BbCX1jII/AAAAAAAAB7w/Yw5oA_QSjpI/s1600-h/100_0794_0092_092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call from my Ex-Boss this passed Monday evening,asking me if I would allow him to give my number to the Director (Dennis) of the Women and Children in Crisis Center in Provo. Gene said he was trying to get a hold of me (not in that way....), and said he would give him the number, only if I gave permission. I told him yes, and as of late, I haven't heard from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm wondering what this fellow wants with me. I figure four possiblities. By the way, he knows me and I have worked with him in the past.....(Abused Women's need for Housing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He wants me to offer me a job to work at the WCIC Center. (Probably couldn't offer me enough money to go back to work. I'm loving my retirement and time spent with Kay and My grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He wants me to speak at the Abused Women's Conference (which is always in October.) I'll decline this one, because I have already spoken at the Abused Women's Night Vigil a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He wants to have me as a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Board Commissioner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the Center. (The commissioners oversee the dealings with the Center and how they use their money) If it works like the Housing Authority Board, you meet once every month to discuss the center's issues; You are sent to training on different issues (paid for by the Center) and doesn't require much of any brains (because why would they ask me????). This is usually volunteer work, but you get stipends for gas to travel to and from the meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He's checking with me to see if I would want to be a Women's abuse advocate with the Police Dept. I believe they suggest people to the Police Dept. and then you go through some training. You're not a police officer, but go (at all hours of the day and night) when they have calls of spousal abuse and deal with the women who have been abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curiously still awaiting his call. Joe thinks I should call and find out what it's about. I'm not that anxious to find out. Gene said he'd better leave telling me up to Dennis and not impose on him to tell me. So, I'll let you know what's happening.....(since nothing is happening lately)...... If I know Gene, he probably submitted my name for the position of Board Commissioner just because I've been there and done that with this type of work........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-3838621160518048841?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/3838621160518048841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=3838621160518048841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3838621160518048841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3838621160518048841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-going-on-in-womens-abuse-world.html' title='What&apos;s going on in the Women&apos;s Abuse World?????'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SP9BbCX1jII/AAAAAAAAB7w/Yw5oA_QSjpI/s72-c/100_0794_0092_092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6420349744444392752</id><published>2008-10-14T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:29:12.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A NOTE TO SELF:</title><content type='html'>If you read my previous answers on the survey, you will have noticed one of the answers....that I remember....everyday that I must be getting dementia.  Well, today, I did it again.  I actually had my hair colored last week with the intention of getting a weave to lighten up my "natural" brown hair color which Jenny, my nephew's wife, does for me.  Well, I had it colored and then decided to see if I would like it just colored with no weave.  Yes, I came home with brown hair only.  I'm not sure if anyone really liked it, but I did get a couple of compliments on it, and some said nothing.  I take that as "they like the weave in it better".  So, after trying to get used to it just being brown, I finally decided it was too dark for me and I would just go back and have Jenny do the weave.  I called her and set up the appointment, anxiously knowing I couldn't get in until today at 12:15.  On Monday evening, I reminded my husband I would be going over to get it done and also indicated to my Son, who stopped by that I would be in A.F. and could stop in and check on Sarah......so I knew I had the appointment and would definitely want to keep it.  I got up in the morning, setting out to get my housecleaning accomplished by 11:00 and get ready and go to my anxiously awaited appointment.  Sarah called me at 9:15 and we visited on the phone until 11:00.  I had dropped my cleaning to answer the phone, so when I got off the phone, I continued to finish what I hadn't yet completed.  This all happened prior to me showering.  When I got done, I sat down on my bed and began watching a movie that Kay was already watching.  At 1:15, Jenny called me, laughing and questioning me if I forgot something.....  Yes, my anxiously awaited appointment had gone past and she knew I was full in my head and probably figured I had forgotten.......So, once again, I have to remind myself every day that I am probably slowly being infested with that disease called dementia.  Do you do this as well?  Please say yes, so I can move on from the fear I have.  BY THE WAY, WILL SOMEONE CALL ME TO REMIND ME TO CHECK MY BLOG TO SEE IF ANYONE HAS RESPONDED TO THIS BLOG POST, SO I CAN FEEL BETTER?  THANKS SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6420349744444392752?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6420349744444392752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6420349744444392752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6420349744444392752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6420349744444392752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/note-to-self.html' title='A NOTE TO SELF:'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7279075225540509991</id><published>2008-10-14T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:05:34.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with the Girls</title><content type='html'>When Ave's around, almost the entire square footage of the house has her footprints.  She is into everything, and leaves quite the trail behind her.  This short footage finds Phoenix riding our pony "okeedokee" and visiting with me.  She is interrupted by Papa saying this about Ave........ and when I looked at what he meant, I realized why that came out of his mouth....She had left toys from the computer room, to the other bedroom, to our bedroom, down the hall and into the living room.  You couldn't walk anywhere without stepping on a toy!  I never worry when I can't see her, I just follow the toys.......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97bc1613623cd0c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97bc1613623cd0c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37C716C79F544E4792D1958A1E462FBA83A4B976.1C0495D56BAD7679AED43E5EB603DD8DEB54D492%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97bc1613623cd0c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYJzszspCADHmBVTEZIwynv-4-Vg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97bc1613623cd0c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37C716C79F544E4792D1958A1E462FBA83A4B976.1C0495D56BAD7679AED43E5EB603DD8DEB54D492%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97bc1613623cd0c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYJzszspCADHmBVTEZIwynv-4-Vg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7279075225540509991?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97bc1613623cd0c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7279075225540509991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7279075225540509991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7279075225540509991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7279075225540509991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-with-girls.html' title='A Day with the Girls'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1923175506506907627</id><published>2008-10-12T06:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:13:55.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this survey off my nieces blog. I thought it had really good questions for a change. So here goes Gena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG! JUST COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO YOUR BLOG, ANSWER THE QUESTIONS AND POST IT! i LOOK FORWARD TO READING ALL OF YOURS! I AM... CHECKING IN ON MY FAM AND FRIENDS ON THEIR BLOGS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... ALOT ABOUT THE DAYS WHEN MY KIDS WERE YOUNG.&lt;br /&gt;I need... TO QUIT SMOKING.&lt;br /&gt;I know... THAT GOD ANSWERS OUR PRAYERS.&lt;br /&gt;I want... TO BE A GOOD EXAMPLE TO OTHERS OF ALL AGES.&lt;br /&gt;I have... BEEN GIVEN SO MANY BLESSINGS, I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU ....&lt;br /&gt;I miss... MY MOM AND DAD WHO PASSED AWAY AT FAR TOO YOUNG AN AGE .&lt;br /&gt;I fear.... MY HUBBIE OR ONE OF MY KIDS/GRANDKIDS DYING BEFORE ME&lt;br /&gt;I fill... MY LIFE WITH NEW JOYS AND NEW EXPERIENCES SO I DON'T GET BORED.&lt;br /&gt;I hear... ELLIOTT SCRATCHING ON THE CARPET.....&lt;br /&gt;I smell... LIKE I BETTER TAKE A SHOWER TODAY.....IT'S BEEN A WEEK.....J/K&lt;br /&gt;I crave... THE BEACH, THE SAND, THE SUN AND MY KIDS/GRANDKIDS&lt;br /&gt;I cry... JUST TO THINK HOW LUCKY I HAVE BEEN IN MY LIFE AND ALL THE BLESSINGS I HAVE BEEN GIVEN.&lt;br /&gt;I search... FOR THINGS I PUT AWAY AND THEN CAN'T FIND WHERE I PUT THEM. I DO THAT WELL BECAUSE IT HAPPENS A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... WHAT MY KIDS THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD.&lt;br /&gt;I regret... NOT SPENDING MORE QUALITY TIME WITH MY KIDS WHEN THEY WERE LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I COULD GET PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND WHY I THINK LIKE I DO.&lt;br /&gt;I love... MY HUSBAND, WHO DOES EVERYTHING TO MAKE ME HAPPY. HE DOESN'T LOSE HIS TEMPER AND HE MOST OF ALL, RESPECTS ME.&lt;br /&gt;I always... TRY TO MAKE MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;I am not... DISHONEST&lt;br /&gt;I remember... EVERYDAY, THAT I MUST BE GETTING DEMENTIA.&lt;br /&gt;I sing... ONLY WITH MY GRANDDAUGHTERS AND GRANDSONS, AND ONCE, LAST WEEKEND, WHEN I WAS BY MYSELF, WATCHING CONFERENCE .....&lt;br /&gt;I don't always... LISTEN TO MY HUSBAND. HECK, I DON'T LISTEN, PERIOD!&lt;br /&gt;I argue... ABOUT EVERYTHING. MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WANT THINGS TO ALWAYS BE "BLACK OR WHITE".....&lt;br /&gt;I write... MY CONTINUING LIFE HISTORY AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;I lose... WEIGHT, BUT IT ALWAYS FINDS ME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I listen... ALWAYS, ALWAYS, TO THE SPIRIT.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand... WHY PARENTS GET TOO INVOLVED IN THEIR ADULT MARRIED CHILDREN'S LIVES. LET THEM BE ADULTS AND LIVE WHAT YOU TRIED TO TEACH THEM, AND GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR HAVING A BRAIN. &lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found...CLEANING THE HOUSE, ON THE COMPUTER OR CROCHETING ON MY BED.&lt;br /&gt;I need... TO KNOW MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN/GRANDCHILDREN LOVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;I forget... HOW SHORT LIFE CAN BE WHEN I SEE SOMEONE MY AGE DIES.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy... WHEN I'M DOING THINGS FOR OTHERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1923175506506907627?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1923175506506907627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1923175506506907627&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1923175506506907627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1923175506506907627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-this-survey-off-my-nieces-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7311490340719874884</id><published>2008-10-10T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:26:00.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It makes my heart so happy to hear children sing.  Phoenix and Ave are constantly singing when they come to our home.  I love the little church songs they sing, and also the "pop" songs they also love to hum and sing around as they play or even while they are eating....This video was one I took about a year ago.  I love it and don't remember if I put it on the blog, but whatever, it's on again..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94cb3f915ad2cee3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94cb3f915ad2cee3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24D39146AB68A11FA5AC4ADD4733A47AC1F313EE.616D621E6FE4227D28E409094282ED2B36FDCD98%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94cb3f915ad2cee3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB5CRUOG9j43yIgUH3J_TR0IaxjQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94cb3f915ad2cee3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24D39146AB68A11FA5AC4ADD4733A47AC1F313EE.616D621E6FE4227D28E409094282ED2B36FDCD98%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94cb3f915ad2cee3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB5CRUOG9j43yIgUH3J_TR0IaxjQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7311490340719874884?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=94cb3f915ad2cee3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7311490340719874884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7311490340719874884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7311490340719874884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7311490340719874884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-makes-my-heart-so-happy-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4355211860879436358</id><published>2008-10-09T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:44:36.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEX2R-0I/AAAAAAAAB6w/11hFJeLICyU/s1600-h/1574R-24742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319309727693634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEX2R-0I/AAAAAAAAB6w/11hFJeLICyU/s400/1574R-24742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEa5CiUI/AAAAAAAAB64/CbYPUGHwWs8/s1600-h/15552-37mu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319310544570690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEa5CiUI/AAAAAAAAB64/CbYPUGHwWs8/s400/15552-37mu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEUGkakI/AAAAAAAAB7A/qV1rHtqN9j0/s1600-h/witch+on+broomstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319308722268738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEUGkakI/AAAAAAAAB7A/qV1rHtqN9j0/s400/witch+on+broomstick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6gQiub9mI/AAAAAAAAB6o/rAL--l1b0T4/s1600-h/bxp26134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255314021247874658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6gQiub9mI/AAAAAAAAB6o/rAL--l1b0T4/s400/bxp26134.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH NOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are witches in my mailbox.What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;I found them there this morning,&lt;br /&gt;doing things they shouldn't do!!&lt;br /&gt;How the witches got there,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they won't be there much longer&lt;br /&gt;because I'm sending them to&lt;br /&gt;YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been Witch Kissed!&lt;br /&gt;Before the warts begin to spread,&lt;br /&gt;pass the kisses on instead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4355211860879436358?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4355211860879436358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4355211860879436358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4355211860879436358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4355211860879436358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SO6lEX2R-0I/AAAAAAAAB6w/11hFJeLICyU/s72-c/1574R-24742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-246274807180406485</id><published>2008-10-08T12:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:35:19.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING CINNAMON ROLLS........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wVdfX3I/AAAAAAAAB5o/bhmZo_4ZvOY/s1600-h/100_3073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254849474024398706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wVdfX3I/AAAAAAAAB5o/bhmZo_4ZvOY/s400/100_3073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SARAH BAKER AND SHANA BAKER....YES THEY'RE RELATED! THEY ARE COUSINS!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wlxVTRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/YfwRBcfQOhk/s1600-h/Shana+Baker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254849478402592018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wlxVTRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/YfwRBcfQOhk/s400/Shana+Baker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wmV5VVI/AAAAAAAAB54/O-b7nyJaUw8/s1600-h/100_3075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254849478555948370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wmV5VVI/AAAAAAAAB54/O-b7nyJaUw8/s400/100_3075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS PHOENIX BAKER, MAKING HER CHOCOLATE MILK TO DRINK......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5w0-NIxI/AAAAAAAAB6A/mdpVgDWuLVU/s1600-h/100_3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254849482483114770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5w0-NIxI/AAAAAAAAB6A/mdpVgDWuLVU/s400/100_3084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SHANA BAKER DOING THE DISHES AFTER MAKING A MESS.......lol&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5xIt2BVI/AAAAAAAAB6I/m-CNx2v7wWI/s1600-h/Phoenix+and+Christine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254849487783200082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5xIt2BVI/AAAAAAAAB6I/m-CNx2v7wWI/s400/Phoenix+and+Christine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AUNTIE CHRISTINE AND PHOENIX, WITH SARAH BAKER IN THE BACKGROUND, HAPPY THAT THE ROLLS TURNED OUT AND TASTED SO YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I had Shana (my niece) and Sarah (my daughter) come over and see how easy it is to make Cinnamon Rolls. It all started around 8:30. The two girls dawned their aprons and I set them to work on the ingredients for the rolls. They were champs and made the rolls like they were professionals who owned their own bakery. After kneading the dough, we left it in the bowls for the "rising" time. We were able to sit down and visit with eachother for over an hour and laughed and talked about different things. I have learned how to crochet, and Sarah is the guru of crocheting and so we talked a bit about learning how to do it and making gifts for those people we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when the dough had risen, (not as much as I thought it would raise), each of them rolled out their dough, and set to throwing on the cinnamon and sugar. After they rolled it up, they proceeded to cut the separate rolls and put them in the pan to raise for another 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang as we readied the rolls for raising one last time. Yes, Christine came! We were able to get a little visiting in, while we all ate macaroni and shrimp salad. Here we were eating salad at 10:30 in the morning; and we called it "brunch". We baked the rolls and they turned out beautifully. We all sat and partook of our "master baking" skill and everyone went their ways, picking kids up from school, dropping them off, and getting to a golf tee time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun 1/2 day, and we all said we needed to do this again! It was fun getting together, something we haven't done in such a long time! YAY AND NUMMY NUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-246274807180406485?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/246274807180406485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=246274807180406485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/246274807180406485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/246274807180406485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-cinnamon-rolls.html' title='MAKING CINNAMON ROLLS........'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOz5wVdfX3I/AAAAAAAAB5o/bhmZo_4ZvOY/s72-c/100_3073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8341114402072533073</id><published>2008-10-07T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:06:42.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's how to kick the habit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOvrZr_fQnI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6rlqXsNbgNs/s1600-h/Pacifier+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254552216796086898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOvrZr_fQnI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6rlqXsNbgNs/s400/Pacifier+patch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOvrQmy6c0I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/PSKc5G29rLQ/s1600-h/100_2749.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need for my pacifier......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8341114402072533073?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8341114402072533073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8341114402072533073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8341114402072533073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8341114402072533073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-how-to-kick-habit.html' title='Here&apos;s how to kick the habit....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOvrZr_fQnI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6rlqXsNbgNs/s72-c/Pacifier+patch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-164786674028339897</id><published>2008-10-06T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:23:40.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSAGE FOR THE DAY.....</title><content type='html'>KEEP YOUR LIFE CLEAN......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOqdJSs0FkI/AAAAAAAAB5I/fQKIGMs71Qc/s1600-h/AVE+IN+TUB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254184698245289538" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-164786674028339897?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/164786674028339897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=164786674028339897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/164786674028339897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/164786674028339897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-for-day.html' title='MESSAGE FOR THE DAY.....'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOqdJSs0FkI/AAAAAAAAB5I/fQKIGMs71Qc/s72-c/AVE+IN+TUB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8624907151439957159</id><published>2008-10-04T06:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:36:02.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKING AND BUBBLES - "B" DAY</title><content type='html'>Learning the alphabet can be fun!  Today was "B" day and we did a few things that start with the letter "B".  Ave was looking on in awe while we blew the bubbles.......She was probably wondering why "big" people were doing something kids usually do..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdg1Hs-iDI/AAAAAAAAB4M/rovUs2xEZMk/s1600-h/100_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253273956068001842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdg1Hs-iDI/AAAAAAAAB4M/rovUs2xEZMk/s400/100_3038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfAK9menI/AAAAAAAAB3s/kI7I14ovI8E/s1600-h/2papablowingbubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271946898340466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfAK9menI/AAAAAAAAB3s/kI7I14ovI8E/s400/2papablowingbubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa was having even more fun than the girls when we were blowing bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfAiYqjII/AAAAAAAAB30/wVBkJqnwi2A/s1600-h/Best+bubble+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271953185868930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfAiYqjII/AAAAAAAAB30/wVBkJqnwi2A/s400/Best+bubble+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa would blow a lot of bubbles and then Phoenix would catch them and blow more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfAzG5tAI/AAAAAAAAB38/49wiHraMKU4/s1600-h/Phoenix.papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271957674767362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfAzG5tAI/AAAAAAAAB38/49wiHraMKU4/s400/Phoenix.papa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blew bubbles until everyone was tired and Papa and Grandma were getting the feeling they would pass out.......LOL I think we did this for 2 hours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfBAHxRwI/AAAAAAAAB4E/xFK9MEZxVBc/s1600-h/bubble2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271961168070402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdfBAHxRwI/AAAAAAAAB4E/xFK9MEZxVBc/s400/bubble2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is mesmerized by the bubbles and smiles each time she does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca52232e0cbbe479" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca52232e0cbbe479%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84E108C31D3559E03953AA5ED588438A5942C7C9.64D79E17B6061B76CE12E1E1DD878A85D4C82BE3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca52232e0cbbe479%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daz0KFQVxxyCRdQOsqMZ5Hw2L7d4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca52232e0cbbe479%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84E108C31D3559E03953AA5ED588438A5942C7C9.64D79E17B6061B76CE12E1E1DD878A85D4C82BE3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca52232e0cbbe479%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daz0KFQVxxyCRdQOsqMZ5Hw2L7d4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the kids come over for the day, we always have so much fun. Ave was tired in the morning because they got up very early. So, around 10:00 she went down for a nap. During that time, Phoenix and I made chocolate chip cookies, a chocolate cake and cleaned out one of my cupboards. She loves so much to clean and wash dishes and bake, so she dawned the apron and we went on with our chores....or fun to her...LOL. She begs me to wash the dishes so I let her and took the above video without her knowing until she realized I was working with the camera. She is so sweet and helps me so much. I told her that when Ave got up, we would go outside and blow bubbles.........but before we could get to it, Papa was already blowing them outside on the carport without either of the girls out there.....it was so dang funny to see him doing it alone. BUBBLES! They are so much fun for all ages!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phoenix caught a spider and we put it in a cup. We put the lid on it and she named it "Mia". She held on to it all afternoon. She wanted to take it home, show her Daddy and then let it go, so it could go home to it's mom. After holding onto it for the whole afternoon, she ended up forgetting it when Sarah came to pick up the girls and go home. Oh well, it was fun for her anyways. She didn't remember she left it until they got to the Lehi exit and then she was upset. However, luckily, I sent home a new bottle of bubbles with her and Sarah reminded her of that. She wasn't as upset then......BUBBLES make our lives happy and can make such a difference when you are sad and blue. We love to blow bubbles! Thank you Phoenix and Ave, for such a fun day with Papa and Grandma! We love you bunches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8624907151439957159?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ca52232e0cbbe479&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8624907151439957159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8624907151439957159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8624907151439957159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8624907151439957159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/10/baking-and-bubbles-b-day.html' title='BAKING AND BUBBLES - &quot;B&quot; DAY'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOdg1Hs-iDI/AAAAAAAAB4M/rovUs2xEZMk/s72-c/100_3038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2037950010305037792</id><published>2008-10-03T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:18:24.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE AUTUMN LEAVES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZFtOfGGDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/wzTetfT_Uvo/s1600-h/100_2720_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252962658659211314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZFtOfGGDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/wzTetfT_Uvo/s400/100_2720_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZFebdKTuI/AAAAAAAAB3c/An_G9hoZrIo/s1600-h/100_2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252962404442722018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZFebdKTuI/AAAAAAAAB3c/An_G9hoZrIo/s400/100_2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZEXLYUfLI/AAAAAAAAB28/JCeZvCEFMyw/s1600-h/100_2726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961180356738226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZEXLYUfLI/AAAAAAAAB28/JCeZvCEFMyw/s400/100_2726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZDknvNJPI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Z_Cyoh6yrEs/s1600-h/100_2749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252960311795590386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SOZDknvNJPI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Z_Cyoh6yrEs/s400/100_2749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay and I went on our annual "see the changing leaves" ride on the motorcycle. It was absolutely stunning, with yellows, oranges, greens, and reds. We couldn't believe how even all the Aspens hadn't turned yet and many were still green when others were bright, bright yellow. It was so amazing to see how they "paint a picture" on the mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2037950010305037792?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2037950010305037792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2037950010305037792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2037950010305037792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2037950010305037792'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba9cabc2d9502368&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2405218572771587398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2405218572771587398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2405218572771587398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2405218572771587398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/name-that-tune.html' title='NAME THAT TUNE!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2914783124996400052</id><published>2008-09-21T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:09:46.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me looking through rock</title><content type='html'>You can't see me very well, but I'm peeking through this rock covering.  Bill got a better picture, but it was fun, but scarey, climbing up to these rocks and peeking through and getting pictures. What beautiful scenery and emotional times we had during this visit!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZVTcJnsII/AAAAAAAAB1s/T1bEZbtguew/s1600-h/Me+looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476208209309826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZVTcJnsII/AAAAAAAAB1s/T1bEZbtguew/s400/Me+looking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZUv_i-vwI/AAAAAAAAB1k/GRYB9qQwmrE/s1600-h/Me+looking+through+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2914783124996400052?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2914783124996400052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2914783124996400052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2914783124996400052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2914783124996400052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-looking-through-rock.html' title='Me looking through rock'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZVTcJnsII/AAAAAAAAB1s/T1bEZbtguew/s72-c/Me+looking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1358209898579826310</id><published>2008-09-21T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:02:14.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZSZ_ScyaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MVIuRa3teHE/s1600-h/Kay+and+Me+by+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248473022185916834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZSZ_ScyaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MVIuRa3teHE/s400/Kay+and+Me+by+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Kay and I took another adventure to get away from the "rat race".  We were invited up to LaRae and Bill's property in Duchesne, near Bandana Ranch, where Larry's property used to be.  We set out at 8:00 in the morning and went based on their directions.  We did go a little to far once we got out into the wilderness, but LaRae luckily loaned us her cell phone and we called them.  We found that in the certain area we were in, there was no service.  After driving an extra 6 miles, we turned around and tried calling again.  It was so funny, because as we rounded the bend, there was sweet LaRae and "Wilderness Bill" waiting for us right at the spot where we should have turned.  They then led us to their property, which is quite far out and hard to find.  We know how to get there now, easily, but the first time, they said, almost everyone get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the whole day, visiting, hiking, eating, visiting and visiting, we all finally decided to get on our way home.  We did consider staying, but we didn't plan on it and didn't bring Elliott, and he was home waiting for us to let him out........Thanks to Bill and LaRae for such a great, emotional and fun-filled day!  We left around 8:15 p.m. and got home at 9:30, way passed our bedtime, but we both kept saying how much fun we had!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1358209898579826310?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1358209898579826310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1358209898579826310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1358209898579826310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1358209898579826310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/kay-and-i-took-another-adventure-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZSZ_ScyaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MVIuRa3teHE/s72-c/Kay+and+Me+by+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7601054053942829701</id><published>2008-09-21T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:40:09.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNgtaZGQI/AAAAAAAAB0c/bD8wd6THR-A/s1600-h/Kay+with+walking+stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248467640088336642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNgtaZGQI/AAAAAAAAB0c/bD8wd6THR-A/s400/Kay+with+walking+stick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After sitting and visiting, Bill took us on a "real" hike.  We went up and down and around the mountains where their property is.  At each corner, he would stop and show us remarkable views and special places he visits each time he goes up there.  Many of those places seemed "sacred" in his own words.  I think we were gone for 1-1/2 hours on this hike and it felt good to be in tune with nature.  What a great experience this was for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 68, Kay was keeping right up with us.  He was prepared with his walking stick as you can see.  We came across some twisted wood, and as Kay would do, made a joke about the wood's tentacles getting around him.  He kept saying "Help Me, Help Me".  We laughed at so many stupid things and had such a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNhEza2-I/AAAAAAAAB0k/3urCjEj9kHo/s1600-h/Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248467646367325154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNhEza2-I/AAAAAAAAB0k/3urCjEj9kHo/s400/Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scenery was beautiful and we all worked up quite a sweat!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNhvhVGjI/AAAAAAAAB0s/orS3bcVs_-Y/s1600-h/Kay+tangled+in+wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248467657834175026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNhvhVGjI/AAAAAAAAB0s/orS3bcVs_-Y/s400/Kay+tangled+in+wood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7601054053942829701?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7601054053942829701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7601054053942829701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7601054053942829701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7601054053942829701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-hike.html' title='Our Hike'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZNgtaZGQI/AAAAAAAAB0c/bD8wd6THR-A/s72-c/Kay+with+walking+stick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5598431199504087149</id><published>2008-09-21T07:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:32:22.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A GREAT HOST AND HOSTESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZMjlRAuoI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MbnovBAeero/s1600-h/Bill+cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248466589929486978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZMjlRAuoI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MbnovBAeero/s320/Bill+cooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZMkAKl4xI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Auu5F8Il8mo/s1600-h/LaRae+in+Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248466597150319378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZMkAKl4xI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Auu5F8Il8mo/s320/LaRae+in+Kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm amazed at these beautiful people.  They were such great host/hostess' when we came up to their property.  They love company and we didn't have any lack of conversation during the whole time we spent with them....Thank you for such a great, great, funfilled day!  We love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5598431199504087149?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5598431199504087149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5598431199504087149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5598431199504087149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5598431199504087149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-great-host-and-hostess.html' title='WHAT A GREAT HOST AND HOSTESS'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SNZMjlRAuoI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MbnovBAeero/s72-c/Bill+cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8607162169577579510</id><published>2008-09-14T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:08:06.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DO YOU THINK WILL BE A BETTER PRESIDENT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SM0nhnoWgsI/AAAAAAAABz4/tfmqFpmLFjs/s1600-h/vp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245892599483892418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SM0nhnoWgsI/AAAAAAAABz4/tfmqFpmLFjs/s400/vp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SM0eEKoidEI/AAAAAAAABzw/KQPgQ-rzAlc/s1600-h/bo_article_photo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245882197879190594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SM0eEKoidEI/AAAAAAAABzw/KQPgQ-rzAlc/s400/bo_article_photo_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like many others who have been complaining about all the advertisements going on trying to help you choose which nominee you will vote for for president, I admit, at times I am one of those. I prefer researching these people myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the get-go, I have liked the ideas of Barack Obama. He is a Christian, despite what "others" say. He loves his family, was raised in Hawaii, went to a great upstanding college, and has a lot of views aligned with my own. I think it's absurd that just because he knows how to handle himself, people label him as "self-centered". What is that? He is very smart and wants CHANGE. Isn't that what we need in this country?   Barack Obama did not choose his running mate to "swing" people to vote. He chose someone who will help him with "change".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph Biden has a great history in Foreign Affairs and also judiciary matters. He is 5th from the bottom of those in the Senate, poorest. He is for the "little guy" and has had many disasters in his life which makes him appreciate life and how we are able to live it.  He knows the law, because he is a lawyer.  He also was one of those who didn't want the Viet Nam war to go on, because of the loss of lives. He actually stuttered when a young teenager and taught himself out of it by looking in the mirror and practicing speaking.  He's not perfect, but who is?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that many citizens in Utah are Republicans. These republicans believe that the Republican party is the only party that has moral, religious and ethical standards. I fail to see these standards in the Republican Party when, just last year so many Republican political leaders "fell down" in their standards (handling of Katrina was major), were imprisoned for their standards and for the past 8 years have left us in debt so intriguing that no one pays attention to these issues and they still consider "Republican" the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that all those who are Democratic don't have ethical, religious and moral standards? Well, I'm offended!!!!! I'm not saying I am a DEMOCRAT. I move back and forth, Democrat to Republican after checking out the candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already Sarah Palin has stated untruths in her speeches to the many people of her party at the convention. Why is it that John McCain stated in the beginning of his campaign that it should be all about what our country needs, yet started the flinging of crap at the Democratic party and doesn't talk about our Country's needs? If you conciously research the background of both candidates, they both understand many issues, but lack in others. Personally, I'm sick of republicans in this state, because they don't have their own minds. They follow suit with the neighbor. Maybe my living in other states has brought me to this, but I appreciate that I can choose, and don't have to be with the mainstream of this state or any other state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much respect for those who delve deeply into the issues and candidates and who make up their minds from that research; not from those who believe everything they hear on TV and read in the newspaper. Research is a lot more than that. I also respect those who do make their choices based on something other than what they hear in conversation of others. I RESPECT THEIR CHOICE EVEN IF IT ISN'T MY OWN; As long as they research themselves and not go with what their neighbors think.....STAND UP AND THINK FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, RESPECTFULLY, THAT IS MY OWN OPINION.....AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SM0d_B4xJUI/AAAAAAAABzo/bqgPPsa7Gsw/s1600-h/bo_article_photo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8607162169577579510?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8607162169577579510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8607162169577579510&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8607162169577579510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8607162169577579510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-do-you-think-will-be-better.html' title='WHO DO YOU THINK WILL BE A BETTER PRESIDENT?'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SM0nhnoWgsI/AAAAAAAABz4/tfmqFpmLFjs/s72-c/vp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1355663632708752422</id><published>2008-09-12T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:22:36.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill's Conversation Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp7F_XBVkI/AAAAAAAABzg/A2Zvj03D3Z4/s1600-h/Bill%27s+Taco+Bell+Area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245140058863916610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp7F_XBVkI/AAAAAAAABzg/A2Zvj03D3Z4/s400/Bill%27s+Taco+Bell+Area.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill, this guy, is so talented and can build almost anything. Here you will see how his talent shines, and creativity comes to life is their back yard. He wanted an area for "company" to sit and have a drink when they come to visit. It's actually similar to the "Taco Bell" building that you see around the country. He has a bar set up inside, with a fan to keep you cool in the summer months. What talent he has! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1355663632708752422?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1355663632708752422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1355663632708752422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1355663632708752422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1355663632708752422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/bills-conversation-pit.html' title='Bill&apos;s Conversation Pit'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp7F_XBVkI/AAAAAAAABzg/A2Zvj03D3Z4/s72-c/Bill%27s+Taco+Bell+Area.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4162797203835481243</id><published>2008-09-12T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:07:53.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BILL'S WAGON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3G_LN8eI/AAAAAAAAByo/-0sBwie4odg/s1600-h/Bill+showing+us+wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135677947769314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3G_LN8eI/AAAAAAAAByo/-0sBwie4odg/s320/Bill+showing+us+wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3HIswStI/AAAAAAAAByw/8lOurrQRjpc/s1600-h/Wagon+almost+finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135680504351442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3HIswStI/AAAAAAAAByw/8lOurrQRjpc/s320/Wagon+almost+finished.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3HNebfOI/AAAAAAAABy4/0MxPV57gpqc/s1600-h/Bill+and+Kay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135681786445026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3HNebfOI/AAAAAAAABy4/0MxPV57gpqc/s320/Bill+and+Kay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3HUPkyBI/AAAAAAAABzA/cw3sIs7pGhM/s1600-h/Inside+Wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135683603187730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3HUPkyBI/AAAAAAAABzA/cw3sIs7pGhM/s320/Inside+Wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill, LaRae's husband, is rebuilding an old flatbed wagon, used back in the 1800's. He's redoing it to end up a "chuckwagon" and then he's going to transfer it up to their property in Duchesne. It's remarkable the talent he has for "redoing" old things, as well as pouring beautiful cement and flooring inside. He's made a beautiful "family" room in his home, which includes many, many trophy animals he has shot and killed during hunting seasons. He is absolutely talented in so many ways. He used to be a taxidermist and finished his own animals and also do it for other people as his business. I thought you may like to see his accomplishment with the wagon so far...... Also, he took the wagon all apart, refinished the wheels, and kept the hardware from the old wagon, but cleaned it up and painted it.  When he is done, it will look just like a covered wagon the pioneers used to travel to Utah.  He is so talented, I think he can do anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4162797203835481243?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4162797203835481243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4162797203835481243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4162797203835481243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4162797203835481243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/bills-wagon.html' title='BILL&apos;S WAGON'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMp3G_LN8eI/AAAAAAAAByo/-0sBwie4odg/s72-c/Bill+showing+us+wagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4515327365628013741</id><published>2008-09-07T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:01:04.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becka with Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPsZE7CHXI/AAAAAAAAByE/8mjRadkvjY4/s1600-h/Phoenix++Becka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294306751618418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPsZE7CHXI/AAAAAAAAByE/8mjRadkvjY4/s400/Phoenix++Becka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phoenix kept asking me if Becka was coming to the "party".  I told her I didn't know and she should ask Cyndee.  When Becka showed up, she ran to her and they "hung out" during the whole reunion.  She loves Becka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4515327365628013741?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4515327365628013741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4515327365628013741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4515327365628013741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4515327365628013741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/becka-with-phoenix.html' title='Becka with Phoenix'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPsZE7CHXI/AAAAAAAAByE/8mjRadkvjY4/s72-c/Phoenix++Becka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8059326319625927751</id><published>2008-09-07T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:45:20.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldest Member at the Fry Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPo8B3tGCI/AAAAAAAABxE/qJQmvMk6g5o/s1600-h/Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPowl-6R0I/AAAAAAAABws/KqwjWzC4Bzs/s1600-h/Uncle+Milt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243290312716732226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPowl-6R0I/AAAAAAAABws/KqwjWzC4Bzs/s400/Uncle+Milt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our annual Summer family reunion yesterday. It was a lot of fun seeing family members I haven't seen since the Christmas Party. At the summer reunion, all the children come with their children. At the Christmas Party only the older adults come. LaRae's daughter Melanie, has a husband who is in need of heart replacement, so at this reunion, we all brought handmade gifts or even store bought items and we auctioned them off to help them out monitarily. All the money went to his healthcare. We ended up with $1,205....which was quite surprising. Uncle Milt is the oldest member at the reunion. He's getting along ok, but has trouble seeing. He is still feisty and always asks me when I'm going to cook liver for him again. He loves my liver and nobody in his family will eat it, so I invite him over for Liver Dinner, every so often. He loves it and so do we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8059326319625927751?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8059326319625927751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8059326319625927751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8059326319625927751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8059326319625927751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/oldest-member-at-fry-reunion.html' title='Oldest Member at the Fry Reunion'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SMPowl-6R0I/AAAAAAAABws/KqwjWzC4Bzs/s72-c/Uncle+Milt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4619382673738798250</id><published>2008-09-05T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:46:05.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix, singing "A Child's Prayer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c17249a7ccd282ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc17249a7ccd282ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F82CBC695F0293CBC48114361A56551FA71394C.E964688F45F9211173E15E8EF8CCE1AABC061A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc17249a7ccd282ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwapbBQahmPbb6XRVZDBdrTBX9HQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc17249a7ccd282ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F82CBC695F0293CBC48114361A56551FA71394C.E964688F45F9211173E15E8EF8CCE1AABC061A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc17249a7ccd282ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwapbBQahmPbb6XRVZDBdrTBX9HQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I love it when Phoenix sings this song. You will notice how her facial expressions tell the whole story.  I also love the forehead and the lip movements while she is singing.  Thought, if you haven't seen Joe's version on his blog, I would make one for my own blog.  They are both adorable.  She is so Joe, when she sings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were so excited to have Phoenix come and stay with us. She always has her ideas of what we should do. First, she suggested we roast marshmallows. Since we weren't up in the canyon, and didn't have a pit, Papa suggested we do it over the barbecue grill. I went in to get the marshmallows and only had the miniature marshmallows. That didn't stop Papa. He got the kabob skewers, loaded 5 on and began the ordeal. Well, that wasn't working so well for Phoenix, so Grandma and Phoenix loaded up in the car and went to get "real" marshmallows. When we got home, we roasted them over the barbecue grill and it was just like up in the canyon, only for a few minutes.....duh. Then, she said you guys be the monsters and chase me. Well, that worked for about 5 minutes and it got so dark, I got worried where she was running away from us to, cause I couldn't see her. The sun went down and we had to come in to the house. Tomorrow morning, we will do grandma's normal walk in the morning, do some shopping after that, and then we will go to the Fry Family Reunion up in the canyon. We are excited to see everyone and go for a picnic up there. Joe and Sarah will meet us at the Reunion and then our sweetie will go home with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4619382673738798250?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c17249a7ccd282ca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4619382673738798250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4619382673738798250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4619382673738798250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4619382673738798250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/phoenix-singing-childs-prayer.html' title='Phoenix, singing &quot;A Child&apos;s Prayer&quot;'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5753139437651603416</id><published>2008-09-02T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:18:39.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AVE, I LOVE YOU TOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa9b69528557ab78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa9b69528557ab78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E2386E9ED4016CB7AE6422656068A1398701025.3BE25B4D917723AAD00DB87DF8C3079AB8304DB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa9b69528557ab78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNLDXY3apxGZcMpMl1YZJ16sOlU4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa9b69528557ab78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E2386E9ED4016CB7AE6422656068A1398701025.3BE25B4D917723AAD00DB87DF8C3079AB8304DB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa9b69528557ab78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNLDXY3apxGZcMpMl1YZJ16sOlU4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's always such a fun time when Ave and Phoenix come over, even when it's only for a couple of hours. She is growing so fast and talking so much, I get most tickled over when she tells me she loves me. She is loving and mischievious at the same time and I love that about her. She loves to cuddle and put her head on your shoulder. What a sweet spirit she is. I LOVE YOU AVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5753139437651603416?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa9b69528557ab78&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5753139437651603416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5753139437651603416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5753139437651603416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5753139437651603416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/ave-i-love-you-too.html' title='AVE, I LOVE YOU TOO!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7009589262890528831</id><published>2008-09-02T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:04:45.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be978d22d90eaa1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0be978d22d90eaa1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EF5AF3244E8E349C8459090FE7209606DFC4552.4CAEF8E42F02840C91763DA46B4FFD4929245843%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe978d22d90eaa1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSDWMOT9c_KqgbmRCxRgva9mNTfE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0be978d22d90eaa1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EF5AF3244E8E349C8459090FE7209606DFC4552.4CAEF8E42F02840C91763DA46B4FFD4929245843%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe978d22d90eaa1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSDWMOT9c_KqgbmRCxRgva9mNTfE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was so cute I had to post it.  Ave warmed up to Kay a lot quicker than Phoenix did.  She walked over and wanted Kay to pick her up.  They played for about a second and then she wanted down.  It tickled Kay to think she even wanted him to pick her up.  He loved it.  The only thing was, he thought I was taking a picture and kept telling me to hurry and get the picture.  He knew she was wanting to get down, but,  I was actually doing a video.......LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7009589262890528831?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=be978d22d90eaa1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7009589262890528831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7009589262890528831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7009589262890528831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7009589262890528831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-was-so-cute-i-had-to-post-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5390853114986551205</id><published>2008-09-01T06:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:02:31.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES......</title><content type='html'>Sunrise in Bryce Canyon&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLvjWGf4iLI/AAAAAAAABuU/MkR7m8VLMes/s1600-h/Sunrise+at+Cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241032560216672434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLvjWGf4iLI/AAAAAAAABuU/MkR7m8VLMes/s400/Sunrise+at+Cabin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kay and I went on this trip, it brought thoughts to me about this good earth and those people who are on it. It brought me back to this beautiful earth and how awesome my life has been. Also, it brought me to realize how short life is for us. I learned again, how to appreciate my life and all it includes, good and bad. I believe he gives us situations to test us, only to see how well we take care of things, hoping it will be His way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family more than anything in this world. God has been good to me and I have truly been blessed. Rascal Flats sings a song, "The Broken Road", that fits me to a "T" about finding my husband, Kay. My kids ARE THE BEST. They chose such awesome spouses and my grandkids are so smart and have such loving spirits. I have such great siblings, Geri, Larry, Christine, and Cyndee and they all bring joy and comfort to me when I need it. In this busy world we live in, we get sidetracked with things we must to do to survive. It's "getting away" like this that reminds me of how beautiful people can be as well as how beautiful this earth is. "Let your light so shine......". I am grateful to all my family at this time and the world God gave me and I am truly thankful for it. I LOVE YOU FAMILY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5390853114986551205?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5390853114986551205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5390853114986551205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5390853114986551205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5390853114986551205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunrise-in-bryce-canyon.html' title='WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES......'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLvjWGf4iLI/AAAAAAAABuU/MkR7m8VLMes/s72-c/Sunrise+at+Cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2362825791760039051</id><published>2008-08-26T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:56:43.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMMINGBIRD FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLS0FeedQ3I/AAAAAAAABtE/DA2K4R1cCUI/s1600-h/My+hummingbird+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239010272711885682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLS0FeedQ3I/AAAAAAAABtE/DA2K4R1cCUI/s400/My+hummingbird+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my hummingbird friend who would come right up in front of my face and stay there like it was checking me out or something.  I got several great pictures of hundreds of hummingbirds that came up to the two feeders Kathryn has on her deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2362825791760039051?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2362825791760039051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2362825791760039051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2362825791760039051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2362825791760039051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/hummingbird-friend.html' title='HUMMINGBIRD FRIEND'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLS0FeedQ3I/AAAAAAAABtE/DA2K4R1cCUI/s72-c/My+hummingbird+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-3595736625107597503</id><published>2008-08-26T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:50:35.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Death Do Us Part....and a really bad hair day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSydvWCu-I/AAAAAAAABs8/4Tde-RNlLcA/s1600-h/Kay+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239008490533600226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSydvWCu-I/AAAAAAAABs8/4Tde-RNlLcA/s400/Kay+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at the top of a mountain when we took this picture.  You could see Panguitch, a city 19 miles from Bryce Canyon in the background.  We rode and rode and rode.  I just can't believe Kay could still be married to me after seeing the picture below this one.......LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-3595736625107597503?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/3595736625107597503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=3595736625107597503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3595736625107597503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/3595736625107597503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/until-death-do-us-partand-really-bad.html' title='Until Death Do Us Part....and a really bad hair day!'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSydvWCu-I/AAAAAAAABs8/4Tde-RNlLcA/s72-c/Kay+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7394493663045682015</id><published>2008-08-26T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:46:37.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR WHEELIN' GRANNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSxulVpYHI/AAAAAAAABs0/zT9LfM7Et4g/s1600-h/4-wheelin%27+Grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239007680393732210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSxulVpYHI/AAAAAAAABs0/zT9LfM7Et4g/s400/4-wheelin%27+Grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this picture even come close to showing you how much fun I had four-wheelin?  Not even close!  (By the way, Kay MADE me put this in here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7394493663045682015?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7394493663045682015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7394493663045682015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7394493663045682015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7394493663045682015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-wheelin-granny.html' title='FOUR WHEELIN&apos; GRANNY'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSxulVpYHI/AAAAAAAABs0/zT9LfM7Et4g/s72-c/4-wheelin%27+Grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6179021710129633153</id><published>2008-08-26T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:40:44.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSwIi1ll5I/AAAAAAAABss/efSl_-scVj0/s1600-h/Bryceagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239005927375738770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSwIi1ll5I/AAAAAAAABss/efSl_-scVj0/s400/Bryceagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another awesome picture of hundreds I took while we were at Bryce.  I'm telling you, each picture is so red and the spirals are ALL different.  While you're looking at them, they appear to be certain things, like this one looked like a three wisemen and other men standing to each side (the middle part).  It was amazing..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6179021710129633153?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6179021710129633153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6179021710129633153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6179021710129633153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6179021710129633153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-awesome-picture-of-hundreds-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSwIi1ll5I/AAAAAAAABss/efSl_-scVj0/s72-c/Bryceagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2131902320710574642</id><published>2008-08-26T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:23:30.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9OrNs0I/AAAAAAAABrs/tMQE-0zDsnY/s1600-h/Me+Grand+Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239001334938448706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9OrNs0I/AAAAAAAABrs/tMQE-0zDsnY/s320/Me+Grand+Canyon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9kGNS5I/AAAAAAAABr0/CXvmSGYlMg8/s1600-h/Casto+Canyon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239001340688812946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9kGNS5I/AAAAAAAABr0/CXvmSGYlMg8/s320/Casto+Canyon3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9y9ZHLI/AAAAAAAABr8/93Rqe2ilV78/s1600-h/Trip+up+Casto+Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239001344678370482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9y9ZHLI/AAAAAAAABr8/93Rqe2ilV78/s320/Trip+up+Casto+Canyon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you haven't been to Bryce, or even if you have, it's an experience that you'll never forget.  We enjoyed the beautiful scenery, good company, (many, many people from Europe) and our hikes around the mountains.  The sky is so blue when you have a foreground of reds and whites.  Unbelieveable!  You try hard to figure out how these spirals ended up like this, but then remember how God works miracles!  This is a miracle for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2131902320710574642?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2131902320710574642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2131902320710574642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2131902320710574642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2131902320710574642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-havent-been-to-bryce-or-even-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSr9OrNs0I/AAAAAAAABrs/tMQE-0zDsnY/s72-c/Me+Grand+Canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8860610837864609084</id><published>2008-08-26T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:05:59.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSoJ2Zt-1I/AAAAAAAABq8/0GutuItbXzg/s1600-h/Bryce+Canyon+Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238997153714404178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSoJ2Zt-1I/AAAAAAAABq8/0GutuItbXzg/s400/Bryce+Canyon+Entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're back from our anniversary trip and boy, did we ever have fun.  We were able to find someone to take our picture together.  It was trial and error many times, because there are thousands of Europeans who do not speak English that travel to this wonder of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8860610837864609084?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8860610837864609084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8860610837864609084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8860610837864609084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8860610837864609084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-back-from-our-anniversary-trip-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SLSoJ2Zt-1I/AAAAAAAABq8/0GutuItbXzg/s72-c/Bryce+Canyon+Entrance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-2853935394787315934</id><published>2008-08-21T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:48:54.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SK2NXcuZ9KI/AAAAAAAABnY/GF8bUwTzRgI/s1600-h/Kay,+Me,+Motorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236997375689094306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SK2NXcuZ9KI/AAAAAAAABnY/GF8bUwTzRgI/s400/Kay,+Me,+Motorcycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off on our "anniversary trip" tomorrow morning bright and early.  We were planning to ride down on the bike, but have changed our minds.  We want to do some "rock hunting" for our yard and so we've changed plans.  We are both looking forward to our trip, and it's a trip we well deserve.  We've had a grueling past two months, dealing with paperwork for Kay's mom, who is now in a rest home.  She isn't doing well, and it seems there is always some minor hangup causing us to be rejected from Medicaid.  I think we have it down now and in speaking with the case manager, she says we've done all we have to do, and now they should pick her assistance up beginning October 1.  Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.  We can go down to Bryce without as much stress as we have felt over the past months.  I look forward to being with my hubbie and then going to his sisters to stay and visit with them; and yes, get on the 4-wheelers and take off into the wild deserts around Bryce.  It's absolutely beautiful there and we always have fun with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-2853935394787315934?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/2853935394787315934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=2853935394787315934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2853935394787315934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/2853935394787315934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-off-on-our-anniversary-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SK2NXcuZ9KI/AAAAAAAABnY/GF8bUwTzRgI/s72-c/Kay,+Me,+Motorcycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-4939021303636513006</id><published>2008-08-16T07:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:23:41.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR WEDDING DAY</title><content type='html'>On August 26, 1989, 19 years ago, Kay and I took the plunge.  We did the Marriage Certificate thing and "did our thing".  We have had our ups and downs, but have survived many of the roadblocks we've faced (normal).  Next Friday we are leaving for Bryce Canyon, a place we both love to visit and stay in.  We're staying in a cabin down there and then staying with Kathryn, Kay's sister who lives nearby.  We're going four-wheelin' and always have a great time.  I want to take this moment to tell my hubbie how much I love him&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKbTiUz2fCI/AAAAAAAABnA/CwlLXH9t4y0/s1600-h/Our+Wedding+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235104203519982626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKbTiUz2fCI/AAAAAAAABnA/CwlLXH9t4y0/s400/Our+Wedding+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Our marriage was made in heaven and we are both happy in our lives.  A lot has changed, but we've grown more experienced and realize that marriage is such a strong commitment and you just don't throw it away that easily.  It takes hard work and a lot of patience and love.  I know we are both commited to making eachother happy and that's why it works.  In our retirement, we have grown even closer and in talking with a friend of mine, she has repeatedly said she was "tired of being with her husband all the time in their retirement".  I'm so glad it's not like that for us.  Hoorah and I pray we have many more years together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKbTCEPJ67I/AAAAAAAABm4/JGRp2M-lkno/s1600-h/Our+Wedding+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-4939021303636513006?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/4939021303636513006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=4939021303636513006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4939021303636513006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/4939021303636513006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-wedding-day.html' title='OUR WEDDING DAY'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKbTiUz2fCI/AAAAAAAABnA/CwlLXH9t4y0/s72-c/Our+Wedding+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5878438265205036257</id><published>2008-08-14T13:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:04:23.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bike Ride to Vernon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKSPptLfQ_I/AAAAAAAABmU/YLDm8BrfWgE/s1600-h/100_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234466613576549362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKSPptLfQ_I/AAAAAAAABmU/YLDm8BrfWgE/s400/100_1923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went on another bike ride. We traveled to Vernon, Ut. which is along the Pony Express trail. This is the monument commemorating the trail. Along the way, we saw antelope, 2 wild dogs, and a coyote. It's unusual to see these animals at the time we were on the ride. We got some sun and had lunch at the same little restaurant that was in the film, "The Fastest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indian", staring Anthony Hopkins. It was a really great movie and you should all rent it. It's about an older man who wants to break the speed record for the "Indian" motorcycle, which he has fixed up himself and raced people in Australia. He comes to Utah, to the Salt Flats and ships his bike to America along with him. His adventures along the way to the Salt Flats are sometimes hysterical and he does a great job acting in this movie. SEE IT. It's a really swell "feel good" movie. Our bike trip is the second of this summer. We're behind, so we'll be catching up on them and posting some of the places we go. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKSMHvm5xvI/AAAAAAAABls/nD8UXmLfmAU/s1600-h/Pony+Express+Trail+-+Vernon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5878438265205036257?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5878438265205036257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5878438265205036257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5878438265205036257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5878438265205036257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-bike-ride-to-vernon.html' title='Our Bike Ride to Vernon'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKSPptLfQ_I/AAAAAAAABmU/YLDm8BrfWgE/s72-c/100_1923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7800754392034294676</id><published>2008-08-12T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:57:03.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIjBH5UXRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/pRQiP0Vnr1o/s1600-h/100_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233784219164237074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIjBH5UXRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/pRQiP0Vnr1o/s400/100_1893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ave was "ready to ride" but then changed her mind when she found she had to put on that helmet!  She looked panicked to me......Phoenix's bike is way to big, but she tried putting her leg over the middle section to go for a ride, and then abruptly changed her mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7800754392034294676?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7800754392034294676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7800754392034294676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7800754392034294676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7800754392034294676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/ave-was-ready-to-ride-but-then-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIjBH5UXRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/pRQiP0Vnr1o/s72-c/100_1893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5457099276681246414</id><published>2008-08-12T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:44:21.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIgAsVLs3I/AAAAAAAABkI/KIwpT1Dlce0/s1600-h/100_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233780913230033778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIgAsVLs3I/AAAAAAAABkI/KIwpT1Dlce0/s400/100_1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you hardly believe this face comes from the sweet thing below? I believe she does rank pretty high on the list of mean expressions, along with Lesli.......LOL&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIf3eGFcJI/AAAAAAAABkA/2Q7YBYBgry8/s1600-h/100_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233780754789789842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIf3eGFcJI/AAAAAAAABkA/2Q7YBYBgry8/s400/100_1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIftGSQ36I/AAAAAAAABj4/05TzhLY5-Bg/s1600-h/100_1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5457099276681246414?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5457099276681246414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5457099276681246414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5457099276681246414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5457099276681246414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-hardly-believe-this-face-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SKIgAsVLs3I/AAAAAAAABkI/KIwpT1Dlce0/s72-c/100_1904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-8594823315616364742</id><published>2008-08-10T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:27:00.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ8Wb3dvmtI/AAAAAAAABjo/XOmdrsHrxfI/s1600-h/Mean+Gabrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925960028789458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ8Wb3dvmtI/AAAAAAAABjo/XOmdrsHrxfI/s400/Mean+Gabrielle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ8Vohl6q_I/AAAAAAAABjg/xCctngmeklE/s1600-h/100_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925077984160754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ8Vohl6q_I/AAAAAAAABjg/xCctngmeklE/s400/100_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think these two pictures sort of show the facial expressions that are so alike.  I love this picture of Gabrielle, even though I have never seen her mad like this, it was great that her mom caught it......She's usually so sweet, but that's what happens when they are around Grandma.  Love it Jurgita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-8594823315616364742?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/8594823315616364742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=8594823315616364742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8594823315616364742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/8594823315616364742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-another-one-with-lucia-in-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ8Wb3dvmtI/AAAAAAAABjo/XOmdrsHrxfI/s72-c/Mean+Gabrielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5757588950551961538</id><published>2008-08-09T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:47:21.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Island Diner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4sU9BWafI/AAAAAAAABiw/ciEnArVASAI/s1600-h/Matchbook%3B+Road+Island+Diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232668555540326898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4sU9BWafI/AAAAAAAABiw/ciEnArVASAI/s320/Matchbook%3B+Road+Island+Diner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4ZvSpsfTI/AAAAAAAABig/Y_SJtF1oP7w/s1600-h/Kay+at+Diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648117302361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4ZvSpsfTI/AAAAAAAABig/Y_SJtF1oP7w/s320/Kay+at+Diner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4Zv5WcrWI/AAAAAAAABio/9n2ryUIoBy4/s1600-h/Diner+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648127690616162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4Zv5WcrWI/AAAAAAAABio/9n2ryUIoBy4/s320/Diner+Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4YbNgxQDI/AAAAAAAABiY/GYPvPSMIggE/s1600-h/100_1860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232646672813735986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4YbNgxQDI/AAAAAAAABiY/GYPvPSMIggE/s400/100_1860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4Uh-nr06I/AAAAAAAABiI/zjgU32lKgiY/s1600-h/100_1370_0398_398.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4UifWd7hI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Mh55l_EVAeM/s1600-h/100_1368_0400_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, after several times this summer, we finally took the motorcycle cover off and went for a ride. Too many times, we have gotten "ready to ride" and something came up or the weather changed. We finally did it. We headed for a small town outside the Park City area called "Okley". We had heard on the TV about a "diner" they moved from back East to this small little town. It was used back east during the 40's and 50's and up until last March was being refurbished for us in Oakley, Utah. It looks just like a train car, has a long train of seats up at the counter and many booths. We signed our name up and when our name was called was excited to go in and see what it was like back in those days. All the waitresses names were like, FLO, SOFIE, JUDY, and some other old fashioned names. Their hair was fixed like back in the forties and you really felt like you were in that period. I'm upset because I took about 15 pictures and my computer would only download one of them, probably because my camera card was wicked or had PMS. I had a picture of the food we ordered, which was quite the full plate. The hamburger had to be at least 1lb. of meat along with a huge bun, lightly toasted. I ordered Onion Rings to see what they would be like and I've never seen such HUGE ONION RINGS! They were so delicious and the waitress threw about 7 on my plate. At the end, I left 1/2 of the hamburger and about 3 onion rings. It was WAY TOO MUCH to eat. Even Kay couldn't eat all he had on his plate. I recommend anyone who enjoys nostalgia to visit this quaint but surreal restaurant. They even have REAL Malted Milk Shakes, made the old fashioned way. LOVED IT and loved the time we spent together seeing this place for the first time. As we traveled up Provo Canyon to get to the diner, we passed hundreds of rafters going down the Provo River, Fishermen on the river and hundreds of bicyclers enjoying the mountains and scenery. It was a beautiful day for a bike ride. As we were coming home, a big thundercloud came over us and we got dumped on (for about 5 minutes) and then made our way back home. What turned out to be a "short ride" ended up taking us about 4 hours. We met some really nice people who were under the Interstate underpass with us and our visit was really interesting to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5757588950551961538?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5757588950551961538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5757588950551961538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5757588950551961538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5757588950551961538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/road-island-diner.html' title='Road Island Diner'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJ4sU9BWafI/AAAAAAAABiw/ciEnArVASAI/s72-c/Matchbook%3B+Road+Island+Diner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1798446635368615549</id><published>2008-08-08T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:48:17.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJyw4SMXN4I/AAAAAAAABgE/FJeXhaFcgy4/s1600-h/Hula_Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232251348100528002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJyw4SMXN4I/AAAAAAAABgE/FJeXhaFcgy4/s400/Hula_Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a beautiful picture of Lesli and Joanne!  Jurgita snapped this shot and she does such a great job of picture taking.  She could teach me a few lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1798446635368615549?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1798446635368615549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1798446635368615549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1798446635368615549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1798446635368615549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-beautiful-picture-of-lesli-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJyw4SMXN4I/AAAAAAAABgE/FJeXhaFcgy4/s72-c/Hula_Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-300473950303538519</id><published>2008-08-06T07:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:09:31.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Practice, swimming with the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmwEx-C5aI/AAAAAAAABXg/wRWcQSGsXPE/s1600-h/100_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmwFKDTT9I/AAAAAAAABXo/XJCuDX24Tfc/s1600-h/100_1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231406044811579346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmwFKDTT9I/AAAAAAAABXo/XJCuDX24Tfc/s400/100_1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We actually learned how to do the poi balls.  Lesli was very patient with us and Cyndee was the best at learning this skill.  I only kept hitting myself in the face with the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming at Christopher's pool with Joanne, Lesli, Christian and Jakob.  What fish those boys are!  We got some really cute pics of them swimming around as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmwFRbc0aI/AAAAAAAABXw/xT_E7t_C-As/s1600-h/100_1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231406046791913890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmwFRbc0aI/AAAAAAAABXw/xT_E7t_C-As/s400/100_1487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmvnlDBwNI/AAAAAAAABXY/FhaMnToXT8M/s1600-h/100_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231405536662110418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmvnlDBwNI/AAAAAAAABXY/FhaMnToXT8M/s400/100_1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer was a Mommy's boy all during the birthday party. This picture was taken just before he bit Joanne's shoulder really hard and stretched the skin clear out. We all screamed because it looked like it hurt so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-300473950303538519?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/300473950303538519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=300473950303538519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/300473950303538519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/300473950303538519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/watching-practice-swimming-with-kids.html' title='Watching Practice, swimming with the kids'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmwFKDTT9I/AAAAAAAABXo/XJCuDX24Tfc/s72-c/100_1411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-6530429060894639787</id><published>2008-08-06T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:58:06.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsHFzFkI/AAAAAAAABWw/XqJYdyZY3fI/s1600-h/Singing+Kareoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231400116961875522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsHFzFkI/AAAAAAAABWw/XqJYdyZY3fI/s400/Singing+Kareoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsSPDvDI/AAAAAAAABW4/G903L5LVYPU/s1600-h/Singing+Kareoke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231400119953505330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsSPDvDI/AAAAAAAABW4/G903L5LVYPU/s400/Singing+Kareoke3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are all about our trip to Pap's, our favorite Kareoke place.  We laughed and laughed and had so much fun, as usual.  We closed the place as well and ventured back to our hotel and continued with lessons in "booty popping" from Lesli.  She was quite the teacher of everything, even expressions while we did it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsbJb2NI/AAAAAAAABXA/0Utdy9YOVN4/s1600-h/100_1407_0365_029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231400122345838802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsbJb2NI/AAAAAAAABXA/0Utdy9YOVN4/s400/100_1407_0365_029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher is such a businessman; everywhere we went, he was taking phone calls for clients who wanted his entertainment group to come for a party. It was amazing how many shows he turned down because they were already booked for the dates the clients wanted. They average 4 to 5 shows in a day all through the summer. He's become so serious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-6530429060894639787?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/6530429060894639787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=6530429060894639787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6530429060894639787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/6530429060894639787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/christopher-is-such-businessman.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmqsHFzFkI/AAAAAAAABWw/XqJYdyZY3fI/s72-c/Singing+Kareoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-5030730411259391367</id><published>2008-08-06T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:52:28.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmr9zXtXQI/AAAAAAAABXI/gVygn4YTTB8/s1600-h/100_1365_0403_403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231401520417561858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmr9zXtXQI/AAAAAAAABXI/gVygn4YTTB8/s400/100_1365_0403_403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cyndee may very well disown me as a sister, just because I put this picture in.  She wasn't asleep, just giving me the evil eye, because I took this picture.  We were so excited to be on our way to the Windy City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmr98SU9qI/AAAAAAAABXQ/YvWoYkilbmU/s1600-h/100_1369_0399_399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231401522810910370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmr98SU9qI/AAAAAAAABXQ/YvWoYkilbmU/s400/100_1369_0399_399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lesli was always so gracious as usual.  She picked us up from the airport and took us directly to my favorite Chinese Restaurant, Won Ton, to eat lunch.  We are at her house in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmoJw4tA2I/AAAAAAAABWA/eSWe2J10DLg/s1600-h/100_1372_0396_396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397327862563682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmoJw4tA2I/AAAAAAAABWA/eSWe2J10DLg/s400/100_1372_0396_396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was awesome as usual. We began our trip going over to Adam's house to watch them practice for an upcoming huge show.  Christian wanted to be in this picture, and rightly so.  What a smile he has.  It warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-5030730411259391367?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/5030730411259391367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=5030730411259391367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5030730411259391367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/5030730411259391367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/08/cyndee-may-very-well-disown-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SJmr9zXtXQI/AAAAAAAABXI/gVygn4YTTB8/s72-c/100_1365_0403_403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1013065818936631459</id><published>2008-07-29T04:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T04:54:30.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI721fZyCYI/AAAAAAAABVc/2eaMsO7Tif0/s1600-h/Idol_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228387616246860162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI721fZyCYI/AAAAAAAABVc/2eaMsO7Tif0/s400/Idol_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI721uXv4fI/AAAAAAAABVk/L4wNACqq0NI/s1600-h/Idol_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228387620264862194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI721uXv4fI/AAAAAAAABVk/L4wNACqq0NI/s400/Idol_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1013065818936631459?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1013065818936631459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1013065818936631459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1013065818936631459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1013065818936631459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI721fZyCYI/AAAAAAAABVc/2eaMsO7Tif0/s72-c/Idol_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-7271397168188777649</id><published>2008-07-28T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:41:09.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WINNER IS............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI5lNEfj_7I/AAAAAAAABVU/dLMSPDnU6MY/s1600-h/Now+laughing+while+singing.Chris.Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228227492642553778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI5lNEfj_7I/AAAAAAAABVU/dLMSPDnU6MY/s400/Now+laughing+while+singing.Chris.Joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok everyone.....get ready. My youngest son Joe, is trying out for American Idol, tomorrow in SLC. He already has his wristband to get in. I have full knowledge that he has a voice and can sing. He's been doing that for years and years and years. Now we'll see just how well he can sing. I think he'll do well....In this picture, Joe is super focused on singing, yet, Christopher, his oldest brother, looks like he's laughing at Joe's singing. Let's prove him wrong son! YOU'RE A STAR TO ME NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS WITH YOUR AUDITION!!!!! THE BEST OF LUCK TO YOU! JUST CALL ME AND LET ME KNOW BEFORE I LEAVE FOR CHICAGO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-7271397168188777649?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/7271397168188777649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=7271397168188777649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7271397168188777649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/7271397168188777649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-everyone.html' title='AND THE WINNER IS............'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SI5lNEfj_7I/AAAAAAAABVU/dLMSPDnU6MY/s72-c/Now+laughing+while+singing.Chris.Joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381606052455476165.post-1055416900066046670</id><published>2008-07-27T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:22:08.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your best memory of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SIy8xuhSWwI/AAAAAAAABVM/P1gX3ZcEqac/s1600-h/100_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227760829957561090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SIy8xuhSWwI/AAAAAAAABVM/P1gX3ZcEqac/s400/100_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Joe, my son, I am asking all who visit this site to leave a comment with a memory you have of me a long time ago, a short time ago or presently. It is a fun thing to hear what people remember about you and I'd be happy to do the same on your blog. Just don't put anything embarrasing.......what comes around goes around. Got it? Just click on the comment section of this post and put down your memory.....that is, if you can remember one. (That was for those of us who are clearly losing our memories......LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381606052455476165-1055416900066046670?l=thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/feeds/1055416900066046670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381606052455476165&amp;postID=1055416900066046670&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1055416900066046670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381606052455476165/posts/default/1055416900066046670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodsheppards.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-your-best-memory-of-me.html' title='What is your best memory of me?'/><author><name>Kayleen and Kay Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848008201794384135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/Soxj1GvjNUI/AAAAAAAAC8c/PAn8-9-hTPk/S220/Me+in+Lesli%27s+car.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V0-Z1OmVJ_E/SIy8xuhSWwI/AAAAAAAABVM/P1gX3ZcEqac/s72-c/100_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
