<?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-7538968620135901322</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:56:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-5485165982651098240</id><published>2010-04-07T20:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:05:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay the weird chinese comments on my post must stop. LOL. American, conservative, female, straight, and very religious. Leave me alOOOOoooooone! I will not use the word "naughty" in a blog title again. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I am going to attempt to behave and actually blog. Most days I just cant be bothered to look at a computer for another second when I get home. But I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happend since I posted last. Living with my brother again is a wonderful experience. Having my niece, Alicia, back in my life is fabulous. I missed her so much. Now I get to see her at least a couple times a week. Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Washington DC last month. It rocked my flipping socks off. And made me hurt like no other. I am so out of shape it is frightening. So it gave me inspiration to lose a whole lot of weight. So that I can still do fun things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457612380603619826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/S71Vi2OnGfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/p3ONBQ7PaRo/s320/washington+d.c+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Washington Monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457611729812108514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/S71U8910tOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ESISMHVnAh8/s320/washington+d.c+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Capital ME!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&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/7538968620135901322-5485165982651098240?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5485165982651098240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/5485165982651098240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/5485165982651098240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/S71Vi2OnGfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/p3ONBQ7PaRo/s72-c/washington+d.c+139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-2626989750266555445</id><published>2009-06-30T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:26:32.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ma naughty blogger</title><content type='html'>I've just been too caught up to blog lately.  Bad me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to girls camp as a 2nd year cabin mom.  It was great and inspiring.  I'm going back for sure.  Pictures to come on that.   I need to edit them real bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Wicked at the Gammage down in the valley tomorrow.  It's going to wrock hard core.  Review on that upcoming as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-2626989750266555445?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2626989750266555445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/ima-naughty-blogger.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/2626989750266555445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/2626989750266555445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/ima-naughty-blogger.html' title='I&apos;ma naughty blogger'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-5894592297872180638</id><published>2009-06-09T10:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:52:20.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If music be the food of love, play on."</title><content type='html'>My KimmyPi-- the bestest friend ever is home!!! Happiness! She had a great time in England, brought back some amazing photos, and cute stuff. She spoiled me rotten. *squeezes* I have a paddington bear, from paddington station... and he's dressed in a kilt! Its so cute I could just die!!! I have all my new british stuff situated on my desk at work. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken with my cell phone so ignore the less than stellar quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Paddington bear in his kilt.  SO CUTE!  I think I shall call him Gerard... after my favorite scotty.  Mrrowr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345477921166110354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Si7z2QXMrpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Mglnhhxvpts/s320/PADDINGTON+IN+A+KILT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My adorable gargoyle from Westminister Abby. I've named him Clem. If you are a Buffy fan you will understand why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345477928279172466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Si7z2q3FZXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8AyckmokAFY/s320/CLEM+THE+GARGOYLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few of my other awesome things. A magnet from The Globe, yes the Shakespeare Globe, that quotes Twelfth Night, see my quote! And a magnet from Wicked. Also an adorable little double decker bus key chain. Not pictured is my pretty new necklace, also from the Globe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345477933627029730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Si7z2-yHOOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lxGFdYYnvpA/s320/AWESOME+BRITISH+STUFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly it couldnt be more awesome unless I had gone myself. My best friend knows me SO well. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-5894592297872180638?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5894592297872180638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-music-be-food-of-love-play-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/5894592297872180638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/5894592297872180638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-music-be-food-of-love-play-on.html' title='&quot;If music be the food of love, play on.&quot;'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Si7z2QXMrpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Mglnhhxvpts/s72-c/PADDINGTON+IN+A+KILT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-1746762551222050484</id><published>2009-06-04T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:09:28.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~take on me~</title><content type='html'>My niece says she wishes I were her mother.  Because I would keep my promises to her and that she means more to me than drugs or alcohol.  Can you see what her mother has done to her?!?  It just breaks my heart.  I wish she were mine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-1746762551222050484?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1746762551222050484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1746762551222050484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1746762551222050484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-on-me.html' title='~take on me~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-201942061505305217</id><published>2009-06-03T07:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:33:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*squee!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The new Star Trek movie -- seen in twice already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Vulcan Spocktacular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343114506785566386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiaOVbswrrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZP1qZw8qhTg/s320/spock.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-201942061505305217?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/201942061505305217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/squeel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/201942061505305217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/201942061505305217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/06/squeel.html' title='*squee!*'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiaOVbswrrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZP1qZw8qhTg/s72-c/spock.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-628460511143953486</id><published>2009-05-29T10:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:05:15.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all the I can give to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My most favored recent creation--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341292337099499234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAVFMpU5uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LgDANVCua2o/s320/gymnastics+and+graduation+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using A Bad Case of Stripes by David Shannon as inspiration. Didn't just turn out darling?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341292918134315842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAVnBK0m0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2--tciMOjZs/s320/stripes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is the book that inspired it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-628460511143953486?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/628460511143953486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-all-i-can-give-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/628460511143953486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/628460511143953486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-all-i-can-give-to-you.html' title='Love is all the I can give to you'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAVFMpU5uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LgDANVCua2o/s72-c/gymnastics+and+graduation+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-2107158514151187338</id><published>2009-05-29T09:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:59:16.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beat the rhythm with their bones</title><content type='html'>Well it has been busy of late. Graduations, recitals, vacations, doctor appointments, and hyper nieces. :)&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to my nieces graduation from Jr. High and the night before I went to Alicia's gymnastics recital. Fun! She's so agile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286418643794034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAPssrhuHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HqFi1AijnFc/s320/gymnastics+and+graduation+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alicia is the one doing the back bend with the leg in the air. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286422505285730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAPs7ELaGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JRb4vk_gwrc/s320/gymnastics+and+graduation+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't she beautiful?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341287415638069474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAQmuxfEOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-3HeGXT7hZo/s320/gymnastics+and+graduation+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlyn accepting her promotion certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341287419107941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAQm7sxHkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B4VgFWAAqCo/s320/gymnastics+and+graduation+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alicia right after she got her promotion certificate.  She is in the top ten percent of her class so she got a special medal.  Smart smart girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/7538968620135901322-2107158514151187338?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2107158514151187338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-rhythm-with-their-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/2107158514151187338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/2107158514151187338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-rhythm-with-their-bones.html' title='beat the rhythm with their bones'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SiAPssrhuHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HqFi1AijnFc/s72-c/gymnastics+and+graduation+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-2089095269183769559</id><published>2009-05-20T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:24:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~be someone elses parasite!~</title><content type='html'>If you hadn't noticed I use song lyrics from the music listening to at the time I post for my titles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my torturer yesterday.  Meaning the Doctor who likes to put shots in my hip joint.  He did it again!  LOL!  Instead of one big shot, I got 4 smaller but equally as painful shots.  Yay! *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this second round combined with the physical therapy he prescribed will do the trick.  Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-2089095269183769559?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2089095269183769559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-someone-elses-parasite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/2089095269183769559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/2089095269183769559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-someone-elses-parasite.html' title='~be someone elses parasite!~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-1011545412152425802</id><published>2009-05-15T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:38:03.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~The Tango Maureen~~</title><content type='html'>Life has been a little crazy wild this week. A ma I have known my whole life, whose children I have taught in church, was killed in a car accident this week. It's so sad that he is gone, but what really breaks my heart are his daughter. They are 17 and 15, talk about pivotal ages. Oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece was given a med that she shouldnt have been given and she had a terrible reaction to it. Hallicinations. It was awful. She was convinced someone was going to kill me so i ended up with her in the ambulance and in the ER. It was the saddest thing. This child has been put through way too much in her short life. If I ever see her mothers ex-husband again I will likely start a fight with him, in which I will do my upmost to kill him "accidentaly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my adorable nieces and nephews from the valley were up to it again. They are SO FUNNY! Look at this picture. They were being Godzilla I guess. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336167965397515330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Sg3gfgdWfEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PzWzDrpOTQo/s320/picturegodzilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just too freaking cute?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-1011545412152425802?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1011545412152425802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/tango-maureen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1011545412152425802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1011545412152425802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/tango-maureen.html' title='~~The Tango Maureen~~'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Sg3gfgdWfEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PzWzDrpOTQo/s72-c/picturegodzilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-185372374539600823</id><published>2009-05-12T16:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:41:50.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can show you the world</title><content type='html'>I've been fiddling about with &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;http://www.picnik.com/&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who don't know it is a really cool photo editing web sight.&lt;br /&gt;My nieces played with my camera a few weeks ago and actually got some cute shots of each other, except there was some exorsist eyes and other strangeness going on. So I edited them and here's what I have so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085723301867106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoIMueqbmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sUtcKNjo2Ws/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is unedited, so you can see where I started from with most of these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoIMa2rjzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wLNTEaRZPxQ/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085718033895218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoIMa2rjzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wLNTEaRZPxQ/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHIXRBjlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1360_igvgac/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335084548839542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHIXRBjlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1360_igvgac/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHInuNNsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUkMzGwBKqI/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335084553256908482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHInuNNsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUkMzGwBKqI/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHIN3h0aI/AAAAAAAAADs/bf2Sqk2VdRk/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335084546316685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHIN3h0aI/AAAAAAAAADs/bf2Sqk2VdRk/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to play with a bit of a photo aura to go with their beautiful eyes.  They are both so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHIBeSoMI/AAAAAAAAADk/PxhShnODfBQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335084542989607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoHIBeSoMI/AAAAAAAAADk/PxhShnODfBQ/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that stunning little mug!  Is she not just the prettiest little thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-185372374539600823?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/185372374539600823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-show-you-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/185372374539600823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/185372374539600823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-show-you-world.html' title='I can show you the world'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgoIMueqbmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sUtcKNjo2Ws/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-4455127831572935404</id><published>2009-05-06T14:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:41:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to know. Can you show me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Quick picture post-- (aren't they all?) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for those followers of the TANK! I just took these, so you could see what a big monster he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332829013083618274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgIDu5y---I/AAAAAAAAADM/oWCzjuQSkaM/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332829018540645634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgIDvOICnQI/AAAAAAAAADU/1veSzum7rVE/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332829023186309378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgIDvfbp0QI/AAAAAAAAADc/ABP_VsLUNEY/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-4455127831572935404?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4455127831572935404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-know-can-you-show-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/4455127831572935404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/4455127831572935404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-know-can-you-show-me.html' title='I want to know. Can you show me?'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgIDu5y---I/AAAAAAAAADM/oWCzjuQSkaM/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-1501248277247762269</id><published>2009-05-05T15:02:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:22:06.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually took pictures of my scrappy work from recent endeavors and I am here to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332464394190467330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgC4HSkkMQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q3u6HFOYTS0/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a page of my sister when she was pregnant with her son. She was living in Germany at the time and was "HUGE" according to reports via the phone. So my mom made her take piccy's. I put a flower and some bling over her exposed tummy. I don't think she wanted people seeing that. LOL. Apparently this was the night before Brennan was born, so she was literally full term. This is BoBunny paper, and some liberal use of Candy Apple Red Glimmer Mist. And yes, the title is Gravid. Look it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332465413725041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgC5CoojMdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3NATylvEe90/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These are my nieces Ashlyn and Alicia. They didnt really get to start hangning out much until they were like 11 or 12. Now they are in school together and they are completely inseperable. They are the very best of friends. They were about 6 or 7 in the pictures here. The paper is Basic Grey from the Sultry collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332468140891762914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgC7hYHw8OI/AAAAAAAAACE/XhtOAKP2SgU/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These pictures are from my 10 year class reunion which occured this last summer. I used bazzil cardstock, some random piece of pattern paper, and a bazzil flower. Alos, orange Stickles, and American Craft Thickers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332468744229485138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgC8Efur-lI/AAAAAAAAACM/fZuwrhp4y24/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my brother and his wife. They were being all cute last year at our family reunion and I couldn't miss taking a picture. I used it in a scrapbooking challenge for a design team I am on. The blog is called Theatre Love, and we use musical theatre songs to inspire our pages. This one is Seasons of Love, from Rent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332475662851631074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDCXNmv5-I/AAAAAAAAACU/278jbRWQSss/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my senior picture. Piggy Tales paper, glitz rub-on's and a bazzil flower. Plus buttons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332476139982476562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDCy_Dm1RI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hg6b0jWUbFs/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, me. Didn't this page just turn out cute?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332476840028958242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDDbu7sbiI/AAAAAAAAACk/Nm9Z_C3d83c/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My psuedo-niece, Kaitee's 2nd birthday. She is so fun to scrap. Lets see, there is Memory Keepers paper, bazzil flower, Doodle Bug chunkies, and american craft thickers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332478663429830226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDFF3oVtlI/AAAAAAAAACs/vih6G8fQ6HA/s320/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also from my class reunion in 2008. This is Betty-Anne, or B-Anne, she is one of my dearest friends and we have always been good friends. October Afternoon paper, American crafts thickers, and Doodle Bug chunkies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332479193670357890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDFku7iE4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/o03DJzVWp0c/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom and my niece Avlee. I used glimmer mist and stickles on this page. I'm addicted to sparkle. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480636110677666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDG4scGpqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Jwx_RhsvTsc/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Amy and Eldon at the class reunion. I used glimmer mist and stickles again. LOL. Hello. My name is Lou, and I am addicted to shiny stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332483345699316722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgDJWacYI_I/AAAAAAAAADE/A4zV1lUU7DE/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one, promise.  This is a wall hanging I made for my mom for mothers day.  So those of you who know my mommy dont spill the beans.  October Afternoon paper, Doodle Bug Chunky Frame, basic grey stickers, buttons, and 7 Gypsies gaffer tape.  The picture is of me and my sister when we were bitty.&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/7538968620135901322-1501248277247762269?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1501248277247762269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1501248277247762269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1501248277247762269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-way.html' title='By the way'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SgC4HSkkMQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q3u6HFOYTS0/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-81985017973452900</id><published>2009-05-01T09:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:20:49.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted to you</title><content type='html'>So I keep having this recurring nightmare about working at the library again.  Like all the time.  I thinkI have some unresolved issues there that are trying to surface.  Well night before last it decided to be even worse.  Not only was I having to work at the library but I was having to fend off these MASSIVE extemely poisonous spiders.  A simple stomping would not kill these buggers.  It took smashing, stomping, grinding with hard objects and pouring acetone on their mashed up little corpses.  It was awful!!!  And I blame you AMY for postinf the ooky black widow-ish pictures.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Sterling, my brother, has the worst luck on the planet.  Good grief.  My parents ended up not having to go pick him, for which they are very grateful.  He was doing much better and he had this great friend who was going to have an empty room for the summer and offered it to him rent free so that he could save that money to head home.  So Sterling told Billy, his current room mate, that he would be moving out at the end of may...  So Billy went and found someone else to move in by the end of June.  Have to pay rent you know.  Then Sterlings "good friend" renigged.  So in 8 weeks he is not going to have anywhere to live.  And barely enough money to get home, if he's lucky.  *sigh*  If it weren't for bad luck he wouldnt have any luck at all.Meanwhile his precious little girl, Alicia, who isnt so little.  She's just my baby.  Anyway, she is SO unhappy.  Her mom is a former crackhead (literally) who cares for nothing but herself.  Her grandmother, who currently has sole custody of her, is a complete b^&amp;amp;%$.  I wish I was in a place where I could just take her.  She would be so much happier with me.  But she has me to talk to anytime she wants, and her bestest friend in the world is my other niece Ashlyn and they have an awesome relationship.  She'll be okay.  She's tough, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get some work done this weekend and get some pictures posted of my scrappy projects.  *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-81985017973452900?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/81985017973452900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/addicted-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/81985017973452900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/81985017973452900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/05/addicted-to-you.html' title='addicted to you'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-3551398348218996834</id><published>2009-04-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:17:16.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Well I survived the weekend.  Obviously.  But I am not sure how.  It was madness.  LOL!  Mostly in the form of two teenage girls.  I had Ashlyn and her brother and also Alicia, my other niece, who is Ashlyn's BFF.  They were completely bonkers but it was fun.  This week at work has been kind of difficult.  My three superiors are all gone, two for a conference, and one because his mother died.  So its me and the two fron office girls.  And we were without power for like 3 hours this morning.  It bit the big one.  I have some great pictures to share as soon as I upload them.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-3551398348218996834?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3551398348218996834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/3551398348218996834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/3551398348218996834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-531235417244750549</id><published>2009-04-17T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:23.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plans go *boom*  YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SekBc8whZ-I/AAAAAAAAABs/qF1t8ZNPorQ/s1600-h/ren-accident-etc+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325789631199930338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SekBc8whZ-I/AAAAAAAAABs/qF1t8ZNPorQ/s320/ren-accident-etc+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life went all splody for the weekend. It should all be rather interesting. For ease of the telling I am being my sister this weekend. In the sense that I will have her kids this weekend, her mail route, her laurel class, and her scrapbooking club. LOL. Yay for caffeinated crystal light. It pwns me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my sweetie Tank. He is my love.&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/7538968620135901322-531235417244750549?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/531235417244750549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/plans-go-boom-yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/531235417244750549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/531235417244750549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/plans-go-boom-yay.html' title='plans go *boom*  YAY!'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SekBc8whZ-I/AAAAAAAAABs/qF1t8ZNPorQ/s72-c/ren-accident-etc+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-6514464078191103590</id><published>2009-04-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:28:53.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ouch*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I have been having an on again-off again problem with my right hip since the accident. And when its on its really bad. Bad like can't sit, can't walk, can't sleep. So yesterday I went to an orthopedist who specialized in sports and injuries. Had x-rays done. Then the Dr. comes in and he's quite cute. Tall and big and cute. My kind of guy. And I'm going to let him fiddle with my hip. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway he diagnosed me with bursitis, and he says that yes it very well could have been caused by the accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324583999241160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SeS477t_h0I/AAAAAAAAABk/M8zA9TXjyBY/s320/bursitis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he put a great big needle into my hip joint and injected it with cortizone.  I have had cortizone injections before, one in my elbow and one in my foot.  I'm told the ones in the feet and hands are supposed to hurt worse cause of all the nerve endings.  Bull.  This hurt so much more that any of those.  This was a deep down kill me now kind of pain.  Thankfully he put a numbing agent in the solution and it didn't hurt once he took the needle out.  But he warned me I was going to be sore today.  And boy oh boy he sure wasn't lying.  *whimper*  So cute Doc got to cop a feel on our first meeting.  Lucky fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-6514464078191103590?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6514464078191103590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/6514464078191103590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/6514464078191103590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouch.html' title='*Ouch*'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SeS477t_h0I/AAAAAAAAABk/M8zA9TXjyBY/s72-c/bursitis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-1155931609352925856</id><published>2009-04-09T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:13:02.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't believe me</title><content type='html'>Just as proof to y'all and for those of you who want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322848429073301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Sd6OcdApACI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2ZYvrqx0Qk/s320/My+hand!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My signed hand.  Apparently he (josh) said don't get that tatooed.  But i didnt hear him, I was too busy squeeing my brain out and doing a happy dance.  This was at the MGM in Las Vegas.  My best friend was on the other side of the place, like 25 rows back and she heard me.  She HEARD me.  *blush*  I am so loud.&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/7538968620135901322-1155931609352925856?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1155931609352925856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-dont-believe-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1155931609352925856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1155931609352925856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-dont-believe-me.html' title='If you don&apos;t believe me'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Sd6OcdApACI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2ZYvrqx0Qk/s72-c/My+hand!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-1758761213102247321</id><published>2009-04-08T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:26:14.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--memories--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years ago yesterday this happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322480937642065762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Sd1ANovxf2I/AAAAAAAAABU/3JI6JpBpHJE/s320/JOSH+IS+SIGNING+MY+HAND!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats right.  Josh Groban, the most talented man on the planet, signing my hand.  *sigh*  It was so awesome!  No that isnt my head on the left.  I'm to the right, part of the shadow of the guy behind me.  Can you see me?  It is me, I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-1758761213102247321?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1758761213102247321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1758761213102247321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1758761213102247321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html' title='--memories--'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/Sd1ANovxf2I/AAAAAAAAABU/3JI6JpBpHJE/s72-c/JOSH+IS+SIGNING+MY+HAND!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-1589186211141174576</id><published>2009-04-07T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:24:56.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>I haven't unloaded pictures from my camera since the beginning of February, so as you can imagine it was remarkably full. The reason for the lack of anything resembling effort was the accident. But things are getting better now. I am feeling more myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwOQ9eWl2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AlOt_OUyBL4/s1600-h/ren-accident-etc+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322144544187651938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwOQ9eWl2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AlOt_OUyBL4/s320/ren-accident-etc+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we see my neice Avlee communing with my mom. Thats my nephew Konner in the back ground. He's a complete camera hog. But so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwOsoViHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ayU9CxAPTl4/s1600-h/ren-accident-etc+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145019549851106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwOsoViHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ayU9CxAPTl4/s320/ren-accident-etc+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwPKx7subI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ePpzXZzrEJk/s1600-h/ren-accident-etc+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145537521924530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwPKx7subI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ePpzXZzrEJk/s320/ren-accident-etc+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my mom. Laughing her butt off at Hey Nunny Nunny at the ren fest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwSIrqWUjI/AAAAAAAAABM/gpyXCTowWgA/s1600-h/ren-accident-etc+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148800013685298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwSIrqWUjI/AAAAAAAAABM/gpyXCTowWgA/s320/ren-accident-etc+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my gorgeous nieces and nephews in the back of the now deceased Shermie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwROgPurfI/AAAAAAAAABE/RWRFX7wbwBQ/s1600-h/ren-accident-etc+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322147800516832754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwROgPurfI/AAAAAAAAABE/RWRFX7wbwBQ/s320/ren-accident-etc+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My doggie. Tank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that is all for now. I'm tired. I have another long day of work tomorrow. But I got to say I absolutely love the four-10 shift. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;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;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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-1589186211141174576?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1589186211141174576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1589186211141174576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/1589186211141174576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_485cSM4tpNs/SdwOQ9eWl2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AlOt_OUyBL4/s72-c/ren-accident-etc+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538968620135901322.post-6026291802695109315</id><published>2009-04-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:02:23.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning</title><content type='html'>Just getting started here.  My family has been bugging me for ages to start a blog.  I have a livejournal, but its set to friends only because I do all my grumping there.  LOL.  So here I will just talk randomly of my life and post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538968620135901322-6026291802695109315?l=beantrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6026291802695109315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/6026291802695109315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538968620135901322/posts/default/6026291802695109315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantrance.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning'/><author><name>Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401335529743606765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
