<?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-3629583342772572391</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:24:14.076-07:00</updated><category term='Chocolate Pudding'/><category term='Service'/><category term='FHE'/><category term='Albertsons'/><title type='text'>The Harris Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7953771395422838769</id><published>2009-10-31T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:17:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long, long time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Su0LGPH_HlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ojKgprGzGm4/s1600-h/5420_1172669242661_1405943569_30497445_3937524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have ignored this blog thingy now long enough! It's time to make a come back! I just really, really love the quickness of Facebook. This blog thingy is way to much work for me and I feel like no one ever reads my blog. However, I just recently have had a few people question me on my blog, and why it hasn't been updated! Wow....people do care and love me! haha! Maybe that's going to far. In celebration of a come back I thought I'd post some pictures from the past! This is me and my sister Shera when we were "younger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983725840200354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Su0LF_bR8qI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n7jlZnMMqDE/s320/4863_103208961299_607186299_2584813_6930633_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes....I was chunky, okay!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983717798732802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Su0LFheC5AI/AAAAAAAAAfI/re0O14mqU1o/s320/4863_103207591299_607186299_2584780_6315872_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-7953771395422838769?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7953771395422838769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7953771395422838769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7953771395422838769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7953771395422838769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long, long time....'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Su0LF_bR8qI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n7jlZnMMqDE/s72-c/4863_103208961299_607186299_2584813_6930633_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7726113858013526029</id><published>2009-06-03T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:15:53.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albertsons'/><title type='text'>Albertsons - 6/3 Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic8PoyYEoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_OzmpOl2aJc/s1600-h/100_6302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343305722242798210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic8PoyYEoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_OzmpOl2aJc/s200/100_6302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transaction #1&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Spend $15 on certain freezer items, get a free Dreyers 1.5 Qt ice cream and a Redbox code for a free movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Lean Cuisines at $1.88 ec. = $15.04 / 2 coupons $1/2 (-2.00)&lt;br /&gt;Free ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Free movie rental&lt;br /&gt;2 Double coupons (-2.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: OP $11.04&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transaction #2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Ritz crackers - $1/1 IP (I used a different one, see below)&lt;br /&gt;3 Wheat Thins - (2- 5/17 - buy Ritz crackers get free Wheat thins)/1-$1/1 IP coupon also&lt;br /&gt;Kraft BBQ sauce - IP coupon ($1/1)&lt;br /&gt;2 Saltines - IP coupon ($1/1)&lt;br /&gt;2 California Pizza Flat Melts- 5/17 SS ($.75/1)&lt;br /&gt;2 V8 Fusion - 4/19 SS ($1/1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 double coupons (- $4 )(The register guy loves me and let me use 4!)&lt;br /&gt;2 Kraft deals - $3 instant savings (-$6 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: OP $4.24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IP= Internet Printable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-7726113858013526029?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7726113858013526029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7726113858013526029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7726113858013526029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7726113858013526029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/06/albertsons-63-deal.html' title='Albertsons - 6/3 Deal'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic8PoyYEoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_OzmpOl2aJc/s72-c/100_6302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-9100338404106509426</id><published>2009-05-13T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:42:48.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church and ABC news.</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted this on her blog and I watched it today.  I was very impressed with it.  It's a good clip to refer to friends about our temples, and Prop 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=6616644"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=6616644&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-9100338404106509426?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/9100338404106509426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=9100338404106509426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/9100338404106509426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/9100338404106509426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/05/church-and-abc-news.html' title='The Church and ABC news.'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-2299174539116099348</id><published>2009-05-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:22:01.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canby Gator Grinder - Our "Sprint" Triathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4V7JcilI/AAAAAAAAAco/33TJtyYtCQA/s1600-h/100_6220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646076670249554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4V7JcilI/AAAAAAAAAco/33TJtyYtCQA/s320/100_6220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my girl friend Sara Wilcox, who happened to kick my butt in the event! She's an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; athlete who has worked really hard training this year. Last year I kicked her butt, however, she had just had a baby a few months prior. So I don't know if that counts!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4Vt8pVgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ELkgsIyskiE/s1600-h/100_6218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646073126901250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4Vt8pVgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ELkgsIyskiE/s320/100_6218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Dave and I with our brother-in-law, Troy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bolinger&lt;/span&gt;, who also participated this year. Dave had just come in off the finish line....that's why he looks more tired and less happy then me and Troy. We had been in for about an hour before Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4VeZT0KI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QC_E1aaKDhU/s1600-h/100_6221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646068952158370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4VeZT0KI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QC_E1aaKDhU/s320/100_6221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is "THE MAN!" He took 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in his age division this year. It is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; in this age bracket, so it's a big accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh391lxK_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/CPT1jTI9_yQ/s1600-h/Dave+and+Cami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334645662861569010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh391lxK_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/CPT1jTI9_yQ/s320/Dave+and+Cami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are all out of order, cause I'm not the best blogger out there. I have yet to learn how to download my pictures so that they are uploaded in the right order. However, this is me and Dave...."team blue." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...we didn't plan that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh396RhpLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kufKMo9-qOo/s1600-h/100_6213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334645664118842546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh396RhpLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kufKMo9-qOo/s320/100_6213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave crossing the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh39c8PYDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HPc28w_TTOY/s1600-h/100_6206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334645656244936754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh39c8PYDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HPc28w_TTOY/s320/100_6206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave coming in off the bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh39RgiRpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XwxETLAMTxY/s1600-h/100_6186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334645653175944850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh39RgiRpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XwxETLAMTxY/s320/100_6186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a great picture of me....it's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; between the swim and the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh39EeXUyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5UCldj83JFI/s1600-h/100_6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334645649677177634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh39EeXUyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5UCldj83JFI/s320/100_6182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in the pool, before starting the race. Look! I'm smiling and not puking! We had great weather, and lots of fun with our friends. However, I think it's the last year for me! I get too much anxiety before hand....it's just not worth it! I'm glad it's over with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-2299174539116099348?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/2299174539116099348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=2299174539116099348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2299174539116099348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2299174539116099348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/05/canby-gator-grinder-our-sprint.html' title='Canby Gator Grinder - Our &quot;Sprint&quot; Triathlon'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sgh4V7JcilI/AAAAAAAAAco/33TJtyYtCQA/s72-c/100_6220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7756780625092768178</id><published>2009-03-02T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:33:10.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Pudding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service'/><title type='text'>FHE on Service</title><content type='html'>We had a fun FHE tonight on service. We read the parable of the spoon, which in it's shortened form goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man asked an angel to show him what true happiness was. The angel showed him a building with two rooms in it. When the door opened in the first room, people were sitting around a large circled table with a large pot of stew in the middle. They all had long sticks stuck to their arms and at the end or the long stick was a spoon. They were miserable, because no matter how hard they tried to eat the stew, the spoon couldn't reach their mouth and they were starving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the second room, the same thing, however, the people were all well fed and very happy. This is because the people had figured out that to eat they had to feed the person across the table from them the stew. They were happy because they had learned to give of themselves and serve others, and in return they too were served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to give this a try with our chocolate pudding dessert! It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f10d3accc68859b9" 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://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df10d3accc68859b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330383424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26CFAD0BCD6556F8176780A4DC9217ACF1826B99.2E952C5639C5A4AF8E350699B243BE93FC7F2BCD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df10d3accc68859b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3YS7XPE-BOF6GitA60sAFK349rY&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://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df10d3accc68859b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330383424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26CFAD0BCD6556F8176780A4DC9217ACF1826B99.2E952C5639C5A4AF8E350699B243BE93FC7F2BCD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df10d3accc68859b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3YS7XPE-BOF6GitA60sAFK349rY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brynn also made "Mr. Secret Service Man," out of a spoon. He will secretly be going around our house causing all kinds of secret service to happen this week. Where he will show up, nobody knows? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308798483421444066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SaykF-x3t-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/3m2A1Vj6q2Q/s320/100_5863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-7756780625092768178?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f10d3accc68859b9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7756780625092768178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7756780625092768178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7756780625092768178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7756780625092768178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/03/fhe-on-service.html' title='FHE on Service'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SaykF-x3t-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/3m2A1Vj6q2Q/s72-c/100_5863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-4850572920381862343</id><published>2009-02-07T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:09:40.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avory's Dance Team Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2611c50f482265ce" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2611c50f482265ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330383424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5685C4D75F93037EC7077A661311F5A805DF7307.41FE81B8AB5BC1B0F15A2245FC38D18EDA43BAC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2611c50f482265ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTW75chqNl1F5-00tfc0KdODXlw8&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2611c50f482265ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330383424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5685C4D75F93037EC7077A661311F5A805DF7307.41FE81B8AB5BC1B0F15A2245FC38D18EDA43BAC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2611c50f482265ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTW75chqNl1F5-00tfc0KdODXlw8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avory's&lt;/span&gt; first dance team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;debut&lt;/span&gt; was at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; girl's basketball game.  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;, but did a great job for her first time.  She's hard to pick out while they are in their big group, but when they spread out you can see her better.  She had one little slip up where she popped up early, but it just helps us to see her better!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; was today at the High School  They had their costumes on and looked great!  I didn't get it on my digital camera this time, so next comp. I'll video it again and put it on here.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;competitions&lt;/span&gt; are really fun to go to!  We had lots of fun cheering for her.  We embarrassed her as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;..."We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Avory&lt;/span&gt;!"  She didn't acknowledge us, so we all waved at her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!  She gave a timid wave back.  I love being a mom for these reasons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-4850572920381862343?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2611c50f482265ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/4850572920381862343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=4850572920381862343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/4850572920381862343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/4850572920381862343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/02/avorys-dance-team-debut.html' title='Avory&apos;s Dance Team Debut'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6401572838847172188</id><published>2009-01-27T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:27:51.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Good" Addiction</title><content type='html'>My sisters tease, but why I ask? I LOVE coupons. It took me awhile to love them. At first I hated them. Now however, I have a fatal attraction to them. Sometimes it's maddening, because I need something, but I don't have a coupon for that item, and so I won't buy it. Then Dave asks, "Did you buy some butter at the store." And I have to reply...."I didn't have a coupon, nor was it on sale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the problem is, that once you know how low you can buy that item, you never want to pay full price again! It's maddening! The below picture is an example. I bought everything on that table for $28.16. I got the Tide (150 oz) for only $3,99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296100048358989666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SX-G7x1d32I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2OmoIpMoaGk/s320/100_5790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, the other problem is, that I am addicted to going and getting the good deals, even when we don't need anything. I chalk this up as "Food Storage," HOWEVER, how many shampoos does a family of 7 need? I think 30 is way more then needed. Today as I look through the paper, I have to control myself as I see that Totino's Pizza Rolls are on sale, and I have a coupon that will make them .35 cents a box. I don't even like those things, yet I'm debating buying them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SX-G7pU-hEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yhBcTBeg7xg/s1600-h/100_5791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296100046075233346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SX-G7pU-hEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yhBcTBeg7xg/s320/100_5791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In conclusion, I think couponing is AWESOME! I love to see if I can beat my last lowest price with really good items. Notice in the picture above, that there isn't any Hamburger Helper or Rice-a-Roni. Nope, just good, expensive stuff, that I payed practically nothing for!&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/3629583342772572391-6401572838847172188?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6401572838847172188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6401572838847172188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6401572838847172188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6401572838847172188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-good-addiction.html' title='My &quot;Good&quot; Addiction'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SX-G7x1d32I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2OmoIpMoaGk/s72-c/100_5790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-8193616942681701951</id><published>2009-01-23T10:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:30:50.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To wear skinny jeans or not....that is the question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoLxVyAWDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/E44vM9Qm3QY/s1600-h/100_5815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294557254215817266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoLxVyAWDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/E44vM9Qm3QY/s320/100_5815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the skinny jeans that I got on clearance for $6 at Target.  I can't decide if I should actually wear them in public or not.  Haha!  I have the hips of all hips and I've always said that NOBODY looks good in skinny jeans.  However, for $6, I thought, maybe I could them off....LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoLw569I2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/kK9X_1hDNcU/s1600-h/100_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294557246737163106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoLw569I2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/kK9X_1hDNcU/s320/100_5814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know?  What do you think?  Longer shirt needed?  Or just less hip needed?  LOL!  (I can't wait to see comments on this one.  Be gentle, but truthful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-8193616942681701951?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8193616942681701951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=8193616942681701951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8193616942681701951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8193616942681701951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-wear-skinny-jeans-or-notthat-is.html' title='To wear skinny jeans or not....that is the question!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoLxVyAWDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/E44vM9Qm3QY/s72-c/100_5815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6357356957143390053</id><published>2009-01-23T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:25:07.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelton turns 14!</title><content type='html'>Poor, poor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kelton&lt;/span&gt;.  His mother must not love him as much as all the other children, because she didn't take any pictures of him on his birthday, however, there's a story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelton&lt;/span&gt; LOVES his cell phone.  However, about 3 months ago he broke too many rules, and had his cell phone permanently taken away.  Oh, how this broke the young boy's heart.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kelton&lt;/span&gt; made a deal with the devil (his mother.)  He asked if he could get back his long, lost cell phone for his birthday.  In return, he would promise not to ask for &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; else for his birthday, not even a party.  Seeing the wonderful opportunity not to spend any more money right after Christmas, the devil excepted this offer.  Thus, there was no friend party to take pictures at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the devil was really an angel in disguise.  She let him have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deacons&lt;/span&gt; come over on Wednesday night and have a good-bye/ birthday party for him, with a cake and snacks even.  She also got him a really cool outfit to wear on his birthday, let his cousins spend the night, and took them out for Cold Stone ice cream, along with his Dad taking him to go see a movie the day of his birthday.  So, somehow he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squeaked&lt;/span&gt; through the deal and had a great birthday, despite the deal!  However, no pictures were taken and no door was decorated.  (That was the first time EVER that I haven't decorated a door. I kinda feel bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for Nana though.  She took pictures at the Harris family birthday party for me.  So there will someday be record that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kelton&lt;/span&gt; DID turn 14!  Can you believe I have a 14 year old.  Scarier yet, he can go to church dances now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-6357356957143390053?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6357356957143390053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6357356957143390053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6357356957143390053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6357356957143390053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/kelton-turns-14.html' title='Kelton turns 14!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-8447962123975503442</id><published>2009-01-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:11:45.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My honey's 33rd birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoHGSmyhbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Dg7Wmtjfwvs/s1600-h/100_5787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294552116582581682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoHGSmyhbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Dg7Wmtjfwvs/s320/100_5787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me start out by explaining the cupcakes.  Dave and I are trying to eat healthier and are training for a sprint triathalon.  So Dave didn't want a huge dessert or cake hanging around the house, since we were in the first week of trying to eat better.  These are lemon poppy seed cupcakes, only 2 weight watcher points each.  LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoHEwsxS9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kpfLEuixW1s/s1600-h/100_5789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294552090300992466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoHEwsxS9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kpfLEuixW1s/s320/100_5789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The muffins each equal 10 years, and the candles the 3 other years.  He did get all 3 candles blown out!  Happy birthday to my younger man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-8447962123975503442?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8447962123975503442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=8447962123975503442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8447962123975503442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8447962123975503442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-honeys-33rd-birthday.html' title='My honey&apos;s 33rd birthday!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoHGSmyhbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Dg7Wmtjfwvs/s72-c/100_5787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6956528629862626620</id><published>2009-01-23T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:03:40.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  I skipped Christmas Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFDAt0qbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/chP9SYwfRLQ/s1600-h/100_5731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549861217380786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFDAt0qbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/chP9SYwfRLQ/s320/100_5731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6:30 am, after sending them back to bed at 3:30 am.  All kids are to jump in our bed Christmas morning so that we can turn on lights and get the camera's ready!  I love tradition.  My siblings and I did this also as kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFCgHVOVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XD4iwSSWUVA/s1600-h/100_5732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549852466002258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFCgHVOVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XD4iwSSWUVA/s320/100_5732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first few minutes of seeing the presents.  Total chaos! It was...even though you can't tell by this picture.  They all look so calm!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFCO3eQRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/13U6UTOqrjU/s1600-h/100_5734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549847836082450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFCO3eQRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/13U6UTOqrjU/s320/100_5734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brig got a new camcorder, video game and a new robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFB1gXRiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/J3KA1_xb9m0/s1600-h/100_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549841028269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFB1gXRiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/J3KA1_xb9m0/s320/100_5742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade, my 22 year old brother, refused to wake up even though he was sleeping in the middle of the family room where we were opening presents.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEkMTErJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/StKIRtG-86Q/s1600-h/100_5744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549331750464658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEkMTErJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/StKIRtG-86Q/s320/100_5744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Garhett were there too.  Garhett doesn't like pictures, can you tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEj0TWyCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YCnvQX_9How/s1600-h/100_5748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549325309200418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEj0TWyCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YCnvQX_9How/s320/100_5748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelton and his new clothes.  He's SO cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEjoa9OyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HsBRpwQ7aNY/s1600-h/100_5745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549322119854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEjoa9OyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HsBRpwQ7aNY/s320/100_5745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avory and her weirdness.  She got this crazy robe and these crazy socks, and LOVEs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEjTHuGZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ajSoKV8NY9A/s1600-h/100_5740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549316402026898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEjTHuGZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ajSoKV8NY9A/s320/100_5740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dream barbie house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEi1QLVbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8dYxR91FpfM/s1600-h/100_5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294549308384433586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoEi1QLVbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8dYxR91FpfM/s320/100_5747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last of all...an ugly morning upshot picture of me.  Yay!  Thanks Brynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-6956528629862626620?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6956528629862626620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6956528629862626620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6956528629862626620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6956528629862626620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-i-skipped-christmas-morning.html' title='Oops!  I skipped Christmas Morning!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoFDAt0qbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/chP9SYwfRLQ/s72-c/100_5731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-8377910528999983662</id><published>2009-01-23T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:50:24.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy NEW Year!  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCPSLOVTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZfKsJsmiq_Y/s1600-h/100_5781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294546773527647538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCPSLOVTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZfKsJsmiq_Y/s320/100_5781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year, Dave and I decided that we were going to let the kids do something for New Years.  Kelton went off to a friend's house, and Avory had a party with her goofy friends.  This is (top)  Susie Clegg, and Avory, (bottom left to right) Rylie Spencer, McKenna Wadsworth, Bethany Kerr, and Zoe Clegg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCPBL7PvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TKPKrOQyWMM/s1600-h/100_5783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294546768967188210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCPBL7PvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TKPKrOQyWMM/s320/100_5783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the girls attempting to pop their poppers.  It's just not that difficult girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCO2nRxFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/j2La4v8rQz4/s1600-h/100_5786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294546766129120338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCO2nRxFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/j2La4v8rQz4/s320/100_5786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The New Year's toast, with sparkling apple cider!  I love these girls.  They're a great bunch of girls.  I hope they grow up forever together!  BUT....I can't wait to black mail them with these pictures as they get older!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-8377910528999983662?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8377910528999983662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=8377910528999983662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8377910528999983662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8377910528999983662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy NEW Year!  2009'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXoCPSLOVTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZfKsJsmiq_Y/s72-c/100_5781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6047849090425593949</id><published>2009-01-23T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:41:19.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day (Night) 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_ImY9G9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/YULlAxlOPjc/s1600-h/100_5755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294543360159980498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_ImY9G9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/YULlAxlOPjc/s320/100_5755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We attended my in-laws house for Christmas dinner and present opening.  This is me and Dave attempting to be is some of the holiday pictures together.  Payton was unaware of the picture taking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_IVjff4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/uyEkV296uKk/s1600-h/100_5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294543355640774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_IVjff4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/uyEkV296uKk/s320/100_5758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture represents our typical big family Christmas program.  These are the older boys, pretending to sing the songs, looking at the music, but not singing.  Nana is running around in the background with her head chopped off, and Parker (little kid in green) is running around distracting everyone.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_IJCfUWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Alcx9fjDQMk/s1600-h/100_5774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294543352281125218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_IJCfUWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Alcx9fjDQMk/s320/100_5774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were my favorite presents I got for Christmas!  Silly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_H6XGumI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mvGRHQxW5rM/s1600-h/100_5776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294543348341062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_H6XGumI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mvGRHQxW5rM/s320/100_5776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Nana, opening her "practical" present from us.  If you ever ask her what she wants for Christmas, it's always something practical.  This year it was book ends.  Exciting isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_H_Z0LvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QjiWdZWTmFs/s1600-h/100_5779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294543349694607090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_H_Z0LvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QjiWdZWTmFs/s320/100_5779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then you have Dad (papa).  He wanted a new fishing rain hat and a book about curing salmon eggs.  Diane, I'm putting this picture on here for you!  I know you'll appreciate it!  LOL!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-6047849090425593949?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6047849090425593949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6047849090425593949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6047849090425593949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6047849090425593949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day-night-2008.html' title='Christmas Day (Night) 2008'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn_ImY9G9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/YULlAxlOPjc/s72-c/100_5755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-1244827559167687343</id><published>2009-01-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:27:53.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Birthday Brigham!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8tTHiEPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/9AUvmfWMtzE/s1600-h/100_5587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294540692106907890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8tTHiEPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/9AUvmfWMtzE/s320/100_5587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brig turned 10 this December!  I can't believe this is my baby boy!  So sad : (  He's growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8sxWtQhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PmGMoZtpqls/s1600-h/100_5597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294540683043750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8sxWtQhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PmGMoZtpqls/s320/100_5597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brig had 3 parties this year.  This one was with his friends at a Laser Tag place.  It almost got cancelled because of the snow.   He had a blast, litterally!  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8s_2XljI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sg-Zbqri8zM/s1600-h/100_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294540686934644274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8s_2XljI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sg-Zbqri8zM/s320/100_5589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was his cake he helped me make for our family party.  It's suppose to be the Grinch with a Santa hat on.  The fact that I have to tell you what it is doesn't say much for my cake making skills.  It looks more like Oscar the Grouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8slT-TiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lnj5XPLaQUc/s1600-h/100_5585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294540679811059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8slT-TiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lnj5XPLaQUc/s320/100_5585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Harris family December birthday people.  Aunt Karmen, Brig and Little Wil.  Nana made them a Christmas tree cake.  It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8sNVww7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/E_HLt2ybbqs/s1600-h/100_5588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294540673376109490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8sNVww7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/E_HLt2ybbqs/s320/100_5588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday Briggy!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-1244827559167687343?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/1244827559167687343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=1244827559167687343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/1244827559167687343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/1244827559167687343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-10th-birthday-brigham.html' title='Happy 10th Birthday Brigham!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXn8tTHiEPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/9AUvmfWMtzE/s72-c/100_5587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-4999870915875731836</id><published>2009-01-22T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:01:46.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow storm December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlADGoXqqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sqdY6yioczE/s1600-h/100_5645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333259014449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlADGoXqqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sqdY6yioczE/s320/100_5645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were locked in the house for a week!  Oregon kinda is retarded when it comes to snow.  We have like one snow plow for the whole state, I think.  So after a week we got kinda bored.  We played Perfection until we truely became perfect at it!  Cade (my brother, see here) holds the record.....for now!  26 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlAC7gA3iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0lwX7GkwGaA/s1600-h/100_5672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333256026611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlAC7gA3iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0lwX7GkwGaA/s320/100_5672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my back deck.  We typically get around 1 to 2 inches of snow here in Oregon City.  This was over a foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlAC_nDY5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/uJf3w8xwvNI/s1600-h/100_5668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333257129878418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlAC_nDY5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/uJf3w8xwvNI/s320/100_5668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brig found a huge icicle.  We thought it was very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlAChSNU6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/a8LymB_tk1M/s1600-h/100_5572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333248989385634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlAChSNU6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/a8LymB_tk1M/s320/100_5572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were in total bliss.  No school for a week and then Christmas break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlACWdvQPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/VzBYCyDp_Fk/s1600-h/100_5707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333246084956402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlACWdvQPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/VzBYCyDp_Fk/s320/100_5707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snow fort me and Payton built.  It was a Dora Snow Princess Castle!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow was fun, but I'm glad it's gone! &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/3629583342772572391-4999870915875731836?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/4999870915875731836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=4999870915875731836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/4999870915875731836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/4999870915875731836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-storm-december-2008.html' title='Snow storm December 2008'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SXlADGoXqqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sqdY6yioczE/s72-c/100_5645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-3248132625377741386</id><published>2008-12-14T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:41:33.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick catch up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIzcXh4UI/AAAAAAAAATc/JjOjBLsT5Ww/s1600-h/100_5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776555531362626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIzcXh4UI/AAAAAAAAATc/JjOjBLsT5Ww/s320/100_5539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thanksgiving: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanksgiving was great! Shera and Ben and their boys came to our house for a week. This "lush" is Cannon (Shera's kid). He topped off the evening with a drink! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIzAI-TfI/AAAAAAAAATU/DNG6l9fDDzY/s1600-h/100_5536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776547954118130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIzAI-TfI/AAAAAAAAATU/DNG6l9fDDzY/s320/100_5536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and his wife came over for dinner also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIy_gJhqI/AAAAAAAAATM/IIGiWlJi9Kc/s1600-h/100_5527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776547782887074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIy_gJhqI/AAAAAAAAATM/IIGiWlJi9Kc/s320/100_5527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to have a kid stand next to my beautiful, perfectly done, turkey, so I could appreciate it forever and ever. So Brig got the honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIcFF0ypI/AAAAAAAAATE/oIHeXpkbfk8/s1600-h/100_5533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776154146097810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIcFF0ypI/AAAAAAAAATE/oIHeXpkbfk8/s320/100_5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave cut the turkey, and ate 1/3 or it as he did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIbl9upEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zPXc7JI4sMw/s1600-h/100_5526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776145790641218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIbl9upEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zPXc7JI4sMw/s320/100_5526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a Personal Progress goal, Avory helped plan out the details of Thanksgiving dinner, and set the table. So we had to get a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIbaM9UBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JO6dN0LUc6M/s1600-h/100_5524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776142633291794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIbaM9UBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JO6dN0LUc6M/s320/100_5524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pies turned out beautifully too. Avory is making the green bean casserole, an essential part of any good Mormon Thanksgiving dinner. (She looks thrilled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIa3XQlaI/AAAAAAAAASs/zLZ0Q8kC7L4/s1600-h/100_5522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776133281256866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIa3XQlaI/AAAAAAAAASs/zLZ0Q8kC7L4/s320/100_5522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids took over the camera one day and captured these wonderful pictures of me and Shera! Nice, hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIak1woEI/AAAAAAAAASk/QZ3YmNxFPd8/s1600-h/100_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776128308912194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIak1woEI/AAAAAAAAASk/QZ3YmNxFPd8/s320/100_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Birthday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turned 33 years old this year. (Not 6, as the candles portray!) Shera made me this fabulous mint ice cream cake to enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG-jBmFSI/AAAAAAAAASc/8cF10SEbfwQ/s1600-h/100_5464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774547273717026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG-jBmFSI/AAAAAAAAASc/8cF10SEbfwQ/s320/100_5464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween Night:&lt;/span&gt; Avory went as a girl from the 80's with her best friend Rylee Spencer. It was scary how much she looked like me in the 80's. It was easy to do their hair! It all came back to me....hair spray, tease, hair spray, and more hair spray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG-UGfLwI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Jtq6BGf9Ew/s1600-h/100_5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774543267704578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG-UGfLwI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Jtq6BGf9Ew/s320/100_5429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelton was to cool to dress up as anything. So he just spiked his hair and put orange coloring in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG-ABIv_I/AAAAAAAAASM/a6EjXj_C2A8/s1600-h/100_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774537876553714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG-ABIv_I/AAAAAAAAASM/a6EjXj_C2A8/s320/100_5461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brynn-ie was a hobo. She reminded me of Pig Pen from Charilie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG9-AQbEI/AAAAAAAAASE/UX5AX3W8CkU/s1600-h/100_5425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774537335991362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG9-AQbEI/AAAAAAAAASE/UX5AX3W8CkU/s320/100_5425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brigham made an excellent mummy! He really got into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG8jKc0DI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KJ04o5bjUdc/s1600-h/100_5418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774512951119922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWG8jKc0DI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KJ04o5bjUdc/s320/100_5418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Payton was the Little Mermaid. She made the perfect Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-3248132625377741386?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/3248132625377741386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=3248132625377741386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/3248132625377741386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/3248132625377741386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-catch-up.html' title='A quick catch up!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SUWIzcXh4UI/AAAAAAAAATc/JjOjBLsT5Ww/s72-c/100_5539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6425791909188033284</id><published>2008-11-06T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:55:05.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE:  Pumpkin Carving!</title><content type='html'>Here's some fun pumpkin carving pictures. Here's Kelton intensely working on his carving. I was cleaning out a closet, thus the crap in the background. It looks like he's in a closet or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707791883540946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONVno5mdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LT57gox0Ul0/s320/100_5397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Avory going at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707799366462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONWDg964I/AAAAAAAAARU/0YfLrQQ-enE/s320/100_5409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707794770721282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONVyZQegI/AAAAAAAAARM/ID4IuAJD5Q4/s320/100_5399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brynn and Brig, finished results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707790821719778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONVjrvfuI/AAAAAAAAARE/mtWB9gtb7Qo/s320/100_5398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708315455719202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRON0GGPByI/AAAAAAAAARs/aVvK9oEV3iA/s320/100_5400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The little girls were so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707787133651170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONVV8cCOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zYwixhtRY6c/s320/100_5396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's were it got a little gross. You have to take puke pictures of the guts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708307442435202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONzoPuBII/AAAAAAAAARc/iNForobIqSQ/s320/100_5406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After we were all grossed out about getting the pumpkin guts that close to our mouth, Dave had to go and eat some of it. He's SO weird and gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708322168154978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRON0fGmq2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5gJoSE5SOU4/s320/100_5411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what FHE isn't complete without the treats, made by Brig! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708310626838050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONz0G8JiI/AAAAAAAAARk/c1sIal7_JK0/s320/100_5404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-6425791909188033284?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6425791909188033284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6425791909188033284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6425791909188033284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6425791909188033284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/11/fhe-pumpkin-carving.html' title='FHE:  Pumpkin Carving!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SRONVno5mdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LT57gox0Ul0/s72-c/100_5397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-8793164036003947476</id><published>2008-11-06T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:33:14.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls Get Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLH_NLl6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-R9zdSq3CFE/s1600-h/100_5378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705358668306338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLH_NLl6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-R9zdSq3CFE/s320/100_5378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are just some fun pictures of me and my 3 best friends, Kati Morris, Crissy Spencer, and Kylee Wilcox.  Every year for Crissy's birthday, we get away for a weekend at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLHi_s52I/AAAAAAAAAQk/JbbsHr3K4BA/s1600-h/100_5379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705351095576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLHi_s52I/AAAAAAAAAQk/JbbsHr3K4BA/s320/100_5379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the weather was SO beautiful!  (Poor Kati got cut out of this picture!)  I'm trying to take the picture and still be in it.  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLHWYo4OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ymnNGJGFAUc/s1600-h/100_5384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705347710509282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLHWYo4OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ymnNGJGFAUc/s320/100_5384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe it was a bit windy, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLG1LhiAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3ZvSOFr4SL4/s1600-h/100_5391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705338797131778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLG1LhiAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3ZvSOFr4SL4/s320/100_5391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is of me in my new long hair.  I found a clip-in hair piece (Jessica Simpson) that gives me my dream long locks of hair!  I'm so excited!&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/3629583342772572391-8793164036003947476?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8793164036003947476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=8793164036003947476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8793164036003947476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8793164036003947476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-girls-get-away.html' title='My Girls Get Away'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SROLH_NLl6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-R9zdSq3CFE/s72-c/100_5378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6203159733311496627</id><published>2008-10-14T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:56:17.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Wolf Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257201901020151970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVVRm7QgKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vyYRvDE5HXU/s320/100_5373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our family just got back from a FAB-U-LOUS time at the Great Wolf Lodge up in Centrailia, WA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257201897320810594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVVRZJRCGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2DVky5lC9g8/s320/100_5372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was all decked out for Halloween, thus the cemetry in the background.  Kelton looks really excited, doesn't he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4MUQKDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LX8eOlDckYM/s1600-h/100_5329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186071217711154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4MUQKDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LX8eOlDckYM/s320/100_5329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelton cheezing out in front of the waterslides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4R6RA0I/AAAAAAAAAME/z1Dx6DaClXY/s1600-h/100_5338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186072719328066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4R6RA0I/AAAAAAAAAME/z1Dx6DaClXY/s320/100_5338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun with the kids, swimming, riding on giant snakes (above), water-sliding, and hanging out with our friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4QFV2nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/z8uG1-5kls8/s1600-h/100_5346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186072228911730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4QFV2nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/z8uG1-5kls8/s320/100_5346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me and Avory posing for the camera, getting ready to go mess up our make-up and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4quvZRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EeNpg1jhDFw/s1600-h/100_5360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186079381873938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4quvZRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EeNpg1jhDFw/s320/100_5360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our husbands. They had too much fun going down this tube slide. The more weight the faster they went. Dave isn't in this picture....but he was on that ride plenty of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4-1lVyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UertXs9M77M/s1600-h/100_5368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186084779284258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVG4-1lVyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UertXs9M77M/s320/100_5368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my girls on our last day, taken some more pictures. The waterpark is right behind us in a seperate room.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it was way fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-6203159733311496627?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6203159733311496627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6203159733311496627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6203159733311496627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6203159733311496627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-wolf-lodge.html' title='The Great Wolf Lodge'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SPVVRm7QgKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vyYRvDE5HXU/s72-c/100_5373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6880156662133886963</id><published>2008-08-24T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:50:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Indian Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love camping with my family. We had such a nice time together. The weather was PERFECT and I can't say enough good things about this camp ground, called Indian Henry, that we love to stay at. It's on the Upper Clackamas River in the Mt. Hood National Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4udVWLkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GHMFNAxwQzk/s1600-h/100_5197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241318640430658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4udVWLkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GHMFNAxwQzk/s320/100_5197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4vtBwshI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ixLWr_XoxMI/s1600-h/100_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241340033118738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4vtBwshI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ixLWr_XoxMI/s320/100_5202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; S'mores are a MAJOR tradition when camping, in our family. Avory created the BIG s'more. She ate it all too. I think Brig and Kelton ate 4 or 5 that night. That's the good thing about camping. You're always so hungry, everything tastes really good, and you go burn it off right after eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238244441277794946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH7kOEHCoI/AAAAAAAAALk/_CUoGlA5u6M/s320/100_5228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brynn, Brig and Dave posing for pictures while hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4wDUxpQI/AAAAAAAAALE/CyDsHJ5AsJg/s1600-h/100_5221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241346018452738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4wDUxpQI/AAAAAAAAALE/CyDsHJ5AsJg/s320/100_5221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids found this fort already made down by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4w3VAx5I/AAAAAAAAALM/dGIP1eV7_FI/s1600-h/100_5232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241359978088338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4w3VAx5I/AAAAAAAAALM/dGIP1eV7_FI/s320/100_5232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4xAoIsqI/AAAAAAAAALU/DZx1rRv8SWw/s1600-h/100_5239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241362474218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4xAoIsqI/AAAAAAAAALU/DZx1rRv8SWw/s320/100_5239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dave's eyes are dreamy.....as you can tell by the expression on my face....haha! (Love my camping face! :b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH347LrozI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x3Jgtaq-6kg/s1600-h/100_5175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238240398940021554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH347LrozI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x3Jgtaq-6kg/s320/100_5175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brig and Avory are my daring kids. They jumped off this rock into freezing water a few times. Notice in the background that the older boys behind them never jump! hahah! Kelton chose not to jump this day, but wants me to let everyone know that he did the next day.....LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238240401851256626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH35GBxjzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8TzS9VeebrA/s320/100_5176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go Avory!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238244433084910562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH7jvixi-I/AAAAAAAAALc/LJdHuIoNGSA/s320/100_5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Payton loved finding pretty rocks in the water. All of them were to special to leave there too. (Oye!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238250166401580882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLIAxdz_P1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/R7XTkz6hj3Q/s320/100_5183.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture of my "Gang." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238240409764958562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH35jgjEWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i1kukZNUrfU/s320/100_5179.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me doing some cooking around the camp fire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH35r5khAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zgP025LuWaY/s1600-h/100_5186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238240412017394690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH35r5khAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zgP025LuWaY/s320/100_5186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave is pretending to watch the coals in the barbaque next to him. He had a good book with him on this trip, the last of a triology. He never put the stupid thing down. Me and the kids harassed him the whole time about never doing anything with us, because he was reading. He gave me the "evil eye" as I took the picture. LOL! Isn't he scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we go, we hope some of our friends or family can come with us! (Hunting pictures to follow this blog next week! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Happy 30th birthday Diane....you're getting so old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-6880156662133886963?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6880156662133886963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6880156662133886963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6880156662133886963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6880156662133886963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/08/camping-at-indian-henry.html' title='Camping at Indian Henry'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SLH4udVWLkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GHMFNAxwQzk/s72-c/100_5197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-8271088408729565194</id><published>2008-08-17T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:54:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby turns 4 years old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ2Slf2oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P8Q33l6jgls/s1600-h/100_5151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235603724799302274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ2Slf2oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P8Q33l6jgls/s320/100_5151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Payton is growing up!  She was so excited about her birhday!  She thinks 4 is so big!  I told her 4 year olds don't suck on their fingers, trying to get her to stop that habbit.  (So far it hasn't worked.)  I'd have to say that I'm a little happy my kids are growing up!   I love the freedom that comes from all my kids being potty trained, talking, not having to take snacks, strollers, and diapers with us everywhere, and kids going to school during the day! Such a happy time in my life.   Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ26ovVkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a8Xtf8Si78Y/s1600-h/100_5155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235603735550318146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ26ovVkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a8Xtf8Si78Y/s320/100_5155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Payton had this cool princess cake, and as my sister Maren said...."Yes, Payton, dreams really do come true!" She loved the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ27LDYsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ICSxIywNtFw/s1600-h/100_5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235603735694238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ27LDYsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ICSxIywNtFw/s320/100_5159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Present time! (I could of fixed her hair before pictures, I guess.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ3Kh3hHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G68c6aYz2tk/s1600-h/100_5154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235603739816461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ3Kh3hHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G68c6aYz2tk/s320/100_5154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh good she loved it! Happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-8271088408729565194?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8271088408729565194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=8271088408729565194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8271088408729565194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8271088408729565194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-turns-4-years-old.html' title='My baby turns 4 years old!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SKiZ2Slf2oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P8Q33l6jgls/s72-c/100_5151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-2599130448106613772</id><published>2008-08-05T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:08:01.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived Girl's Camp 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141299760268194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_S94WA6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ep0tQIbVFY0/s320/girls+camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are my Beavercreek girls!  We had a good time this year.  Lots of fun and very little drama!  Always a good thing.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_qrs1SdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mUmOa-panG4/s1600-h/100_5045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141707197008338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_qrs1SdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mUmOa-panG4/s320/100_5045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan and I voted ourselves the HOTTEST camp leaders up at Camp Melacoma.  We played make-up and hair one day while the girls were in certification.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_q4Pp2BI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BSdhOr0xEAE/s1600-h/100_5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141710564284434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_q4Pp2BI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BSdhOr0xEAE/s320/100_5049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried archery.  Look at that form!  Too bad I couldn't hit the target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_SjZHKVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ml-XV2sKOD4/s1600-h/100_5020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141292649949522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_SjZHKVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ml-XV2sKOD4/s320/100_5020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Avory's hair and McKenna Fox's hair before our skit.  It had nothing to do with the skit.  They just thought it was fun!  Cool aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_TnPeNMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MIM0CXoposg/s1600-h/100_5103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141310863127746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_TnPeNMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MIM0CXoposg/s320/100_5103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bishop's Day:  We had a hula hoop contest.  I didn't do to bad!  I still got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_UL10DgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lQD6OmJCY8U/s1600-h/100_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141320687619586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_UL10DgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lQD6OmJCY8U/s320/100_5019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we did have a little drama....oh no!  A SNAKE!  Scary!  Taking a picture of her crying made her laugh though!  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_UXTq8bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RM_U740D164/s1600-h/100_5022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141323765641650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_UXTq8bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RM_U740D164/s320/100_5022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only one minor injury.....what?....it's okay......it's just a little flesh wound!  haha!  (It's not real.  It was for 1st aid certification.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad I'm done with camp.  Now I can focus on the rest of my summer!&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/3629583342772572391-2599130448106613772?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/2599130448106613772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=2599130448106613772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2599130448106613772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2599130448106613772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-survived-girls-camp-2008.html' title='I survived Girl&apos;s Camp 2008!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SJi_S94WA6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ep0tQIbVFY0/s72-c/girls+camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6667599868067399957</id><published>2008-07-15T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:15:35.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brynn turns 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9uVZUZGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AQJusPG4Y08/s1600-h/100_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258271557903458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9uVZUZGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AQJusPG4Y08/s320/100_4960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cutie-patootie Brynnie turned 7 this month!  &lt;strong&gt;Funny story&lt;/strong&gt;:  As we were shopping for her birthday supplies, people would ask her if it was her birthday we were shopping for.  She would reply "yes" and then they would ask her if she was turning 5.  She would get all sad and say "no, 7" and then the people would try not to act surprised and say, "wow, you're going to be so big!"  She's such a runt!  :(&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9uvdZmgI/AAAAAAAAAII/leokG3Wnwwg/s1600-h/100_4962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258278554343938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9uvdZmgI/AAAAAAAAAII/leokG3Wnwwg/s320/100_4962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted to have a beach birthday party.  This was the cake she designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9vM_CJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zfKDbiTYR8Y/s1600-h/100_4965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258286480041842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9vM_CJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zfKDbiTYR8Y/s320/100_4965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just barely had got this pool up the night before!  The only bad thing, was that the water was freezing cold from just filling it up.  The girls didn't last long in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9vdcvCeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JVX3U1YVex0/s1600-h/100_4976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258290899585506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9vdcvCeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JVX3U1YVex0/s320/100_4976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9v_WYkbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bq_75ZFBUyU/s1600-h/100_4980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258299999752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9v_WYkbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bq_75ZFBUyU/s320/100_4980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brynn and her friends!  Aren't they cute?&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/3629583342772572391-6667599868067399957?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6667599868067399957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6667599868067399957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6667599868067399957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6667599868067399957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/07/brynn-turns-7.html' title='Brynn turns 7!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHy9uVZUZGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AQJusPG4Y08/s72-c/100_4960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-2573685340164372343</id><published>2008-07-14T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:05:50.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJIAGoMuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LqtCsgWorkc/s1600-h/SDC10173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222989332170158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJIAGoMuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LqtCsgWorkc/s320/SDC10173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our stake recently reenacted a Pioneer Trek.  The kids dressed in authentic pioneer clothes and reenacted several real events that happened along the way.  It was a huge testimony builder for Kelton and Avory to attend.  They both came home saying that it was the hardest, yet best thing they've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJITUTuoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xNoWGKe-O1M/s1600-h/SDC10179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222989337327811202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJITUTuoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xNoWGKe-O1M/s320/SDC10179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avory and two of her best friends, Emmalyn and Susie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJJEJcGbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CFU9YbTl5JE/s1600-h/SDC10178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222989350435559858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJJEJcGbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CFU9YbTl5JE/s320/SDC10178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelton and his possy of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJJ8i6A8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/OIti6tnXSaU/s1600-h/SDC10177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222989365574763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJJ8i6A8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/OIti6tnXSaU/s320/SDC10177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I didn't know how to turn this picture? But isn't it cute of Kelton?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJKUTNiDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_tX0Xb4BMBk/s1600-h/100_4953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222989371951384626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJKUTNiDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_tX0Xb4BMBk/s320/100_4953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelton and Avory before leaving on the trek.&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/3629583342772572391-2573685340164372343?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/2573685340164372343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=2573685340164372343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2573685340164372343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2573685340164372343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/07/trek.html' title='The Trek'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHvJIAGoMuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LqtCsgWorkc/s72-c/SDC10173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7062377433253558713</id><published>2008-07-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:56:37.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkme2jTQCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y9YYhzvcZ5o/s1600-h/100_4830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222247554394308642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkme2jTQCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y9YYhzvcZ5o/s320/100_4830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave and I, and some of our closest friends, decided we needed an adventure.  We decided on backpacking.  We headed out to Eastern Oregon to the Umatilla Wilderness.  (All the cool places we wanted to go were still under a lot of snow.)  This picture is us just getting ready to start on the trip.  I know my pack looks bigger then Daves.  It's not really.  I just couldn't fit my sleeping bag into my pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmfUjx1NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-7IPcCRFQLI/s1600-h/100_4846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222247562449376466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmfUjx1NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-7IPcCRFQLI/s320/100_4846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is some of us taking a break.  It was really hot and we had ticks jumping on us.  Yes, my crazy friend Kati took her 3 month along.  She couldn't handle us going without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmfnk9HKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WR_MCFC73j4/s1600-h/100_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222247567554583714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmfnk9HKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WR_MCFC73j4/s320/100_4859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Dave and I on the second day.  We were climbing to the ridge of these mountain ranges.  It was a beautiful view.  All the spring wildflowers were out too.  You have to see it in person to really get how beautiful it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmg_aYKfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dqvfheAcZpQ/s1600-h/100_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222247591132539378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmg_aYKfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dqvfheAcZpQ/s320/100_4879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is intitled "My Oregon Granola Picture."  I would fit into SE Portland really well wearing this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmhDzwGDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BGK0v0vJ6cM/s1600-h/100_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222247592312707122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkmhDzwGDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BGK0v0vJ6cM/s320/100_4908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the last day of our 5 day adventure, we came to a great watering hole.  We swam all day.  This is me teasing Dave's farmer tan.  Isn't he cute despite the ugly tan lines? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...we had a blast.  Thanks to Mom and Dad Harris for watching our crew so we could get out!  It's been awhile!&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/3629583342772572391-7062377433253558713?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7062377433253558713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7062377433253558713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7062377433253558713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7062377433253558713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/07/backpacking.html' title='Backpacking'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkme2jTQCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y9YYhzvcZ5o/s72-c/100_4830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7450448246623129654</id><published>2008-07-12T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:42:49.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avory turns 12!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkED1dl6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UxwVby1UI6k/s1600-h/100_4791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222244895080421282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkED1dl6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UxwVby1UI6k/s320/100_4791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a catch up blog entry.  I have been going like crazy!  But I didn't want to miss telling everyone that my oldest daughter has turned 12, which is a rather big birthday!  Isn't she cute!  We went to the Mac cosmedic store and had make overs.  She now gets to wear make-up.  She is good about not wearing to much most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkEXdEzXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/75A8n7TvMsg/s1600-h/100_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222244900346842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkEXdEzXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/75A8n7TvMsg/s320/100_4794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rented out the roller rink for her birthday.  She had about 13 friends come to her party.  We had a blast!  (I'm surprised that most kids these days don't know how to roller skate!  Let's just say they were schooled by this "old lady!")  This is a picture of Avory's best friend Rylie Spencer and of Miss Kylee Bolinger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkEpsw1cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Vit2t42yyEg/s1600-h/100_4815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222244905244480962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkEpsw1cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Vit2t42yyEg/s320/100_4815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avory as graduated from 6th grade and entered into YWs!  I must be getting old to have children this old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-7450448246623129654?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7450448246623129654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7450448246623129654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7450448246623129654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7450448246623129654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/07/avory-turns-12.html' title='Avory turns 12!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SHkkED1dl6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UxwVby1UI6k/s72-c/100_4791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-5191312111301207531</id><published>2008-06-11T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:26:55.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Out</title><content type='html'>I gave blood last night at 4:30 and then went to the temple to do a sealing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt; at 7 pm.  As I was kneeling at the alter, I had to stop the sealer before I passed out!  It was really embarrassing!  I was sweating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;profusely&lt;/span&gt; and had to put my head between my legs so I didn't drop to the floor.  Fun, fun.  Moral of the story:  Don't give blood and then got to a sealing assignment.  Besides, everyone thinks I'm pregnant now!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-5191312111301207531?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/5191312111301207531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=5191312111301207531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/5191312111301207531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/5191312111301207531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/06/passing-out.html' title='Passing Out'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-8429935400585627166</id><published>2008-06-04T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:19:52.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzercise - Maybe not a great idea!</title><content type='html'>So I went to Jazzercise on Monday.  I know what you're thinking..."I haven't heard of that since the 1980's."  I also know that you're all picturing women in leg warmers, with leotards and leggings on and traditional Fera Faucet feathered hair dancing around to Flash Dance.  Close, but more updated.  There were women of all ages, doing all kinds of aerobic routines, of which they all seemed to know all the steps already.  I had dragged my friend Jessica along with me for the experience.  We cracked up as we attempted to do the routines and ended up going the wrong way half the time and doing jumping hip thrusts with all the experienced Jassercise ladies.  (Yes, jumping hip thrusts!)   At one point an old lady out lasted us in the inner thigh work out!  It was so funny, however, we totally enjoyed ourselves.  We're even thinking of signing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN there was this morning.....I had a sore back and neck yesterday from Jazzercising it up.  I think I did some of the moves wrong as I concentrated mostly on going the right way, so I think I pulled something.  Well today it caught up with me.  It was so tight when I woke up that I couldn't even more.  I had to call Dave to help me get out of bed.  When he pulled me up I found myself screaming in pain.  I have NEVER hurt so bad.  I hurt so bad, I made Dave stay home from work!  Good to report though, I'm recovering now, after a day at the chiropractors office and a lot of pain relievers.  I'd have to say I'm rethinking my Jazzercising capabilities now.... maybe it's not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to another thing....I went to fill up my van today (actually Dave did, since I couldn't turn my head) and you wouldn't believe my gas bill!  Well maybe you would!  My van last year cost $40 at the most to fill....today it was $73.13!  I about exploded!   HOLY CRAP!  I might actually have to cut back on my driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-8429935400585627166?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/8429935400585627166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=8429935400585627166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8429935400585627166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/8429935400585627166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/06/jazzercise-maybe-not-great-idea.html' title='Jazzercise - Maybe not a great idea!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-1815012369338595576</id><published>2008-05-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:13:14.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QkeLk6oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/waH5O6QNRVY/s1600-h/100_4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205475700561472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QkeLk6oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/waH5O6QNRVY/s320/100_4763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You must eat smores every night when camping! It's an unbreakable rule! Brig tends to eat about 4-5 everynight. He has perfected his smore making techniques. He goes for the burnt mallow! Brynn is also a smore lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QlOLk6pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aX2OenX0194/s1600-h/100_4765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205475713446374034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QlOLk6pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aX2OenX0194/s320/100_4765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avory as you can tell by the picture is entering the lovely "teenager stage" of life. She is always &lt;em&gt;so happy&lt;/em&gt; to be with her family! And &lt;em&gt;she loves&lt;/em&gt; when I take pictures of her! (Sarcasm all over those sentences!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QleLk6qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NcS8dtktYnQ/s1600-h/100_4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205475717741341346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QleLk6qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NcS8dtktYnQ/s320/100_4782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These last two pictures are of how beautiful the camp ground was.   It's called Indian Henry up in the Mt. Hood Forest! It is one of the best camp sites ever! Highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QmOLk6rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wutBGu4asNA/s1600-h/100_4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205475730626243250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QmOLk6rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wutBGu4asNA/s320/100_4787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for our trip all together, it was rather wet. Let's just say that I was very grateful to have a camper that weekend! However, it was just a glorified tent on wheels, due to the fact that we didn't charge our battery fully and ran out of propane! We'll have to prepare a little better next time! The whole camping trip was a bit last minute. All in all, it was good &lt;em&gt;for the kids&lt;/em&gt;! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping sure makes you appreciate a good hot shower when you get home!&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/3629583342772572391-1815012369338595576?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/1815012369338595576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=1815012369338595576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/1815012369338595576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/1815012369338595576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-weekend-camping-trip.html' title='Memorial Weekend Camping Trip'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SD2QkeLk6oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/waH5O6QNRVY/s72-c/100_4763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-9101285083075896997</id><published>2008-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:44:36.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Andrea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's a lovely picture of Kelton from yesterday. My friend Andrea was over and thought Kelton looked hysterical. Skinny, underware showing, and rain boots on. She was laughing so hard that she made me take a picture of him. So here's to you Andrea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202501689046084354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL_uN72KwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z6beZozqKOk/s320/100_4761.JPG" border="0" /&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/3629583342772572391-9101285083075896997?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/9101285083075896997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=9101285083075896997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/9101285083075896997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/9101285083075896997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-for-andrea.html' title='This is for Andrea'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL_uN72KwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z6beZozqKOk/s72-c/100_4761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7710440318495863829</id><published>2008-05-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:41:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day beach trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL9_972KvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2SPuXSuf6V4/s1600-h/100_4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499794965506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL9_972KvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2SPuXSuf6V4/s320/100_4725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Mother's Day we headed down to Lincoln City, OR for a night.  We had lots of fun and took these fun pictures.  Brigham seems to have lost his head while we were there.  But don't worry,  we got it re-attached!  We always said that Brigham was the kind of kid that could easily loose his head if it wasn't attached!  Ooopps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL91t72KuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xBn_5rHtHlo/s1600-h/100_4722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499618871847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL91t72KuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xBn_5rHtHlo/s320/100_4722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brig also seems to have lost a little weight!  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL9qN72KtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4J39tN9nQ5k/s1600-h/100_4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499421303352018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL9qN72KtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4J39tN9nQ5k/s320/100_4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avory was here, however, she had already gone back inside when these pictures were taken.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 11, 2008&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/3629583342772572391-7710440318495863829?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7710440318495863829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7710440318495863829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7710440318495863829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7710440318495863829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-beach-trip.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day beach trip'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDL9_972KvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2SPuXSuf6V4/s72-c/100_4725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-7137111409297943346</id><published>2008-05-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:31:39.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The roller coaster I call Payton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZSd72KrI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbrfY2g_eY0/s1600-h/100_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202107587141970610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZSd72KrI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbrfY2g_eY0/s320/100_4604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Payton has just inherited Brynn's old bike. We put the training wheels back on it and let her give it a try. She was so proud and so happy, but as some of you know Payton, it doesn't take long for her to get upset and throw one of her lovely 3 -year- old tantrums. She charged into the house mad, announcing that she couldn't turn the "stupid pony bike!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZGd72KqI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dhD04Q_JVc/s1600-h/100_4602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202107380983540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZGd72KqI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dhD04Q_JVc/s320/100_4602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She then proceded to pout on the coach and yell, "I hate that stupid pony bike! I'm never riding it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZAN72KpI/AAAAAAAAADc/41cra9mAjQs/s1600-h/100_4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202107273609357970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZAN72KpI/AAAAAAAAADc/41cra9mAjQs/s320/100_4603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wasn't excited about me following her around taking pictures of her throwing a fit either. This is her hiding from me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202109416798038722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGa8972KsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m1nENfM8wpI/s320/100_4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once I got her calmed down and offered to help teach her how to turn the "stupid pony bike" she was all smiles again! "I guess I don't hate my pony bike mom," she said. "I thought you said it was  &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;," I said. "Only when it doesn't do what I say," she replied! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thus the ups and downs of Payton Harris! I love her!&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/3629583342772572391-7137111409297943346?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/7137111409297943346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=7137111409297943346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7137111409297943346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/7137111409297943346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/roller-coaster-i-call-payton.html' title='The roller coaster I call Payton!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SDGZSd72KrI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbrfY2g_eY0/s72-c/100_4604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-2375662606601656952</id><published>2008-05-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:22:10.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triathlon!</title><content type='html'>The triathlon was SO great!  We had such a blast cheering each other on.  This is a picture of all our friends and some family that participated in it!  We all did great and we all survived!  Yeah for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SCsdwd72KmI/AAAAAAAAADE/E1aSLAOD7CU/s1600-h/100_4663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200282913235937890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SCsdwd72KmI/AAAAAAAAADE/E1aSLAOD7CU/s320/100_4663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when Dave came across the finish line.  His head band makes his ears stick out, hahah!  But isn't he cute!  I was so proud of him!  He finished hard!  His over all time was 1 hour 17 minutes.  He finished 27th out of the whole race!  Yeah Dave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SCsdmN72KlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5icobq7yrw4/s1600-h/100_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200282737142278738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SCsdmN72KlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5icobq7yrw4/s320/100_4662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us with our ribbons.  Dave got 3rd in his division.  That's men 30-35 on the road bike.  I finished 4th in womens, 30-40 year old group on Mt. Bikes.  I have a 5th place ribbon, but when I looked up online, they had changed my placement.  I really finished 4th.  Yeah for me!  I even swam an extra lap due to a mistake by the judges.  That really threw a wrench in my mental game right at the beginning!  But it only made me more determined to kick some butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200283110804433522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SCsd7972KnI/AAAAAAAAADM/QBa9IYcnmO8/s320/100_4665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Over all, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  I'd do it again next year!  It was really fun to train and work together with Dave for a common goal.&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/3629583342772572391-2375662606601656952?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/2375662606601656952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=2375662606601656952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2375662606601656952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2375662606601656952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/triathlon.html' title='The Triathlon!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SCsdwd72KmI/AAAAAAAAADE/E1aSLAOD7CU/s72-c/100_4663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-1165325584256689293</id><published>2008-05-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:51:14.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon Butterflies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the count down to running my triathlon is down to 3 days.  Let me just tell you that every time I think about it I want to get sick and my bowels become very loose!   What....to much information you say?  I know, but it's the truth.  I don't know why I'm so scared.  Maybe it's because I know how much it is all going to hurt, and how my brain will constantly tell me to stop doing this to myself.  It's also because my friend Sara Wilcox is starting at the same time as me, and I &lt;em&gt;CAN NOT&lt;/em&gt; let her kill me!  I know it's all suppose to be just about doing my personal best, but I can't help being a little competitive with the people I know.  I don't have to win all my friends or anything, I just don't want to come in the last.  I know someone has to, and I have a good chance of being that person, but I will admit that that would disappoint me.  So think of me often on Saturday, and of how much pain I will be in from 9 am to 10:30-ish.  Hopefully I won't drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-1165325584256689293?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/1165325584256689293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=1165325584256689293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/1165325584256689293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/1165325584256689293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/triathlon-butterflies.html' title='Triathlon Butterflies!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-6327264765745455377</id><published>2008-05-01T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:04:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do dust bunnies come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I was cleaning my room today. Why is it that the last place I clean is my room? I don't know about anyone else, but as a mom, my room is the last place that I ever clean. It is the eternal dumping ground of the homeless items of my household. There are piles for DI, piles of papers that I'm not sure if I need to keep, old watch bands that I might use again, a screw that I found on the ground that I know as soon as I throw it away I'll find out what it goes to, a baby gift I've been meaning to get to my friend, a bra that I need to return to Walmart, books I intend to read some day, and many other miscellaneous things! Tell me others are like me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SBouTg7pkoI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOnAjvQX4tI/s1600-h/100_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SBouTg7pkoI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOnAjvQX4tI/s1600-h/100_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SBouTg7pkoI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOnAjvQX4tI/s1600-h/100_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195516032917803650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SBouTg7pkoI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOnAjvQX4tI/s200/100_4589.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the dust and spiderwebs! You could of written your name on my dresser, the dust was so thick! Gross...I know! But really; am I suppose to have time to clean this unseen area of the house? I should. I live in it. It should be my sanctuary. In some ways it is....My sanctuary from cleaning! However, Avory called me out on this fact the other day. She said, "Mom you make me clean my window seals, dressers and dust my room every Saturday, and look at your room! Why do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to do it if you don't!" Hum, I thought. Thus, today I cleaned my room. And thus the deep thought..."Where do dust bunnies come from?"   I won't even tell you how many of those lived in my room!&lt;/div&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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SBouTg7pkoI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOnAjvQX4tI/s1600-h/100_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/3629583342772572391-6327264765745455377?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/6327264765745455377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=6327264765745455377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6327264765745455377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/6327264765745455377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-do-dust-bunnies-come-from.html' title='Where do dust bunnies come from?'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SBouTg7pkoI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOnAjvQX4tI/s72-c/100_4589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-4273422752661387974</id><published>2008-04-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:37:37.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bra Shopping!  Oh what fun!</title><content type='html'>Payton and I went bra shopping today.  Let me rephrase that... I went bra shopping, Payton unfortunately had to come with me.  It is really depressing to bra shop when you have to shop for a new bra with a cup size &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; then an A.  Yes...I'm a negative A.  Let me just say now how much I hate bra shopping!  Needless to say, I brought at least 20 bras into the dressing room so that I didn't have to keep doing the walk of shame across the department store with my pathetic little bras in tow.  Payton was patient as I tried on the vast amount of bras, until the last five or so.  Finally, in a very load voice, she said...."Mom, are you done trying on all your BOOBS yet?"  And thus concluded the the day of bra shopping.  (Still haven't found a bra!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-4273422752661387974?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/4273422752661387974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=4273422752661387974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/4273422752661387974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/4273422752661387974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/04/bra-shopping-oh-what-fun.html' title='Bra Shopping!  Oh what fun!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-517928079582987335</id><published>2008-04-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:34:30.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payton's Cereal Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some of the names of cereals that have been renamed by Payton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fla-fla Flakes&lt;/strong&gt;, or some may know them as Frosted Flakes.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crap'in Crunch&lt;/strong&gt;, more commonly known as Captin Crunch, and my favorite name of all!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;Cocoa Christies&lt;/strong&gt;, or Cocoa Crispies. However, when you have an aunt named Christy, crispies can easily be confused!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192464063517004402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SA9Wjg7pknI/AAAAAAAAACY/LY3eeP6KYOA/s320/000_0126.JPG" border="0" /&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/3629583342772572391-517928079582987335?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/517928079582987335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=517928079582987335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/517928079582987335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/517928079582987335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/04/paytons-cereal-names.html' title='Payton&apos;s Cereal Names'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/SA9Wjg7pknI/AAAAAAAAACY/LY3eeP6KYOA/s72-c/000_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-3435194173308763559</id><published>2008-04-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:25:29.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons mothers have bad days:</title><content type='html'>10.  Trying to find time for themselves, mothers will stay up much to late, zoning in front of TV.&lt;br /&gt;9.  While looking in the mirror they find yet more zits that should of disappeared 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;8.  After waking up early to get children and themselves ready for an appointment and out the door on time, a child spills red fruit punch all down the front of their outfit as they are walking out the door.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Just as they clean a room in the house and move on to a different room, their children follow, destroying the room behind them.&lt;br /&gt;6.  If you mop it, they will spill.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Exercise does little good when you eat all your children's leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Husbands that come home and ask, "What's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;3.  Not being able to tells someone what you've done all day, but knowing that you haven't sat down all day either!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hearing the word, "MOM!" yelled over 1,000 times a day; sometimes repeated over and over at one time.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Knowing that your husband is going to come home horny!  (You know it's been awhile!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-3435194173308763559?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/3435194173308763559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=3435194173308763559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/3435194173308763559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/3435194173308763559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-10-reasons-mothers-have-bad-days.html' title='Top 10 reasons mothers have bad days:'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629583342772572391.post-2968827407844925486</id><published>2008-04-21T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:44:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So everyone is doing it...why not me!</title><content type='html'>Diane (my sister-in-law) made our family start blogging about a year ago.  However, we (the Harris family) proved to be very bad at it.  Now all my friends have a blog spot, and can do nothing else but talk about it and compare funny stories from everyone's blogs.  I was feeling left out, therefore, my new blog page!  (Yes Diane...everyone is doing it!  Peer pressure!)  I can't believe I've gone and done it!  You can all thank Andrea Turner!  Now not only do you have to listen to my whine in person, you can also read about it too!  Yeah!  Stay posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629583342772572391-2968827407844925486?l=camiharris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/feeds/2968827407844925486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629583342772572391&amp;postID=2968827407844925486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2968827407844925486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629583342772572391/posts/default/2968827407844925486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiharris.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-everyone-is-doing-itwhy-not-me.html' title='So everyone is doing it...why not me!'/><author><name>Cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624743736324915856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKHYrmw3XFE/Sic833omhUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-G4f00LbxA/S220/cami+and+flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
