tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70745716134179895282024-12-18T19:30:32.091-08:00Marveling MuseHolly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-35204435001745500282009-12-09T17:54:00.001-08:002009-12-09T17:54:42.111-08:00How to pull a tooth...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3QwMXYtMH8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3QwMXYtMH8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-58780380385355658062009-10-21T11:08:00.001-07:002009-10-21T11:08:37.682-07:00Classic Violet<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYaxQ6jqtcc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYaxQ6jqtcc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-42293582558431549912009-10-20T12:49:00.000-07:002009-10-20T12:50:51.866-07:00To try and make up for not blogging for a while, I thought I'd post a video that's sure to make you laugh!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3sX30NubTs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3sX30NubTs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-9743733351352461942009-06-12T08:02:00.000-07:002009-06-12T08:11:34.584-07:00Cute little Vi<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GBNLaMxaD1A&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GBNLaMxaD1A&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-51383359929555837052009-06-09T20:00:00.000-07:002009-06-09T20:02:34.908-07:00Wow! Check this out!<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eaw6WDbr4CU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eaw6WDbr4CU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-25737866160514624202009-06-09T16:18:00.000-07:002009-06-09T16:22:06.322-07:00Bugs? NO, HAIL!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobQaQ3n0XW67H0R9NL55G9b7O5enNpVXcYi1kcdZHUpua907r8A26pBsMKa2y4sM0Sp31yOsVOBMBTwm1_AbttT3zea7UUIO-Q7ity2lE45P8ZvFAVwpLDqBiWP-cC42C-mDa3cQjrPI/s1600-h/June+09+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobQaQ3n0XW67H0R9NL55G9b7O5enNpVXcYi1kcdZHUpua907r8A26pBsMKa2y4sM0Sp31yOsVOBMBTwm1_AbttT3zea7UUIO-Q7ity2lE45P8ZvFAVwpLDqBiWP-cC42C-mDa3cQjrPI/s320/June+09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345471529342503490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Poor Hosta! </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It hailed for about 10 minutes yesterday. For a little while it was pouring down rain and the hail was marble sized. It looks like the hosta is the only casualty. <br /></span></span></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-41070736460519868512009-05-07T08:42:00.000-07:002009-05-07T08:45:45.307-07:00The Girls<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Np_zlD1M9De2OgQIF590sq63T0zMcX3jbXtsPEHT-mVjEbGUNFN1h8GGKljDknj82C8O2tUfYSfH-v462gDDdK4SjvpyF-Z8gLkXbaai9Vx-xNcl3drMALKjPXLCoA0uURfoBgi1wlE/s1600-h/Early+May+09+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Np_zlD1M9De2OgQIF590sq63T0zMcX3jbXtsPEHT-mVjEbGUNFN1h8GGKljDknj82C8O2tUfYSfH-v462gDDdK4SjvpyF-Z8gLkXbaai9Vx-xNcl3drMALKjPXLCoA0uURfoBgi1wlE/s320/Early+May+09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108301808390690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another wonderful picture by Lydia, my little artist!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoTgn7ihgiiyqZsQC1V1Eq1Bf2cAjRb6n7EmT9f08neeMVbXqo9iUCC_cBrIpkI3SjQXvYbQMi-RXB6fk2VBhdN19yvhpE1YjWd8gp7tZsrp75GtS76GeI203zf3xsuITdnv2G5bbEXM/s1600-h/Early+May+09+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoTgn7ihgiiyqZsQC1V1Eq1Bf2cAjRb6n7EmT9f08neeMVbXqo9iUCC_cBrIpkI3SjQXvYbQMi-RXB6fk2VBhdN19yvhpE1YjWd8gp7tZsrp75GtS76GeI203zf3xsuITdnv2G5bbEXM/s320/Early+May+09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108294019752146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">A cherished moment when the girls were playing together and having fun!<br /></span></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-11166343793381800172009-05-03T14:29:00.001-07:002009-05-03T14:29:19.115-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTM4NjEyNjI4MSZwdD*xMjQxMzg2MTQ3NDUzJnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width: 350px;"> <object width="350" height="288"> <param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"/> <param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=pa2WN4VR&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=350&viewerHeight=288&autoPlayBack=true&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false"/> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/> <param name="quality" value="high"/> <embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=pa2WN4VR&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=350&viewerHeight=288&autoPlayBack=true&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="350" height="288"> </embed> </object></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-34652217524830054122009-04-17T15:25:00.000-07:002009-04-17T15:26:21.504-07:00Amazing! "Over the Rhine"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IMiuy1ndNM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IMiuy1ndNM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />This is the kind of music I want to be playing! I love it!Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-41529072436830764342009-04-13T13:14:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:21:48.675-07:00Thank you Easter Bunny!This morning I had this conversation with Violet :<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Violet:</span> Where's Easter Bunny?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> He went back to his house.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Violet:</span> I want to hug him!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Well, if you just yell THANK YOU really loud, he'll probably hear you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Violet:</span> No, I want to call him. Can we call him?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Easter bunny can't talk because he's a bunny, so he doesn't have a phone.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Violet:</span> But I just want to hug him Mommy!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Let's just yell thank you really loud together.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Violet:</span> No, we need to find him. I need to hug him.... He's brown.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Oh, he's brown? I always though he was white, but I've never seen him... Wanna take a bath?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Violet:</span> Okay!Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-43114581124137761882009-04-11T09:03:00.000-07:002009-04-11T18:24:23.017-07:00Just say no!<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >WHAAA???</span><br />What happened to Joaquin? Ryan thinks maybe he's totally in character for a part in a movie, but it seems a little too real too me... Who knows? He IS an amazing actor! What do you think?<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXpYk7WGN5Y&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXpYk7WGN5Y&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-63673975426797256932009-04-10T14:02:00.000-07:002009-04-11T09:06:32.599-07:00Ophelia<div style="text-align: center;">The painting "Ophelia" (1851) by the Pre-Raphaelite painter Sir John Everett Millais.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMkuVS-h3m3lpGSh9QMAR5DlVBBdo82DQJy9wCL7J-D3-fhRqzA7E0KE216UIpPWMX09gi9QbT17iRJ19-flVKXXOR5sh2OVpNcjfkcK5tcdRgswdRQPYMWe08LRCG4IgB0n6zKx-K04/s1600-h/ophelia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMkuVS-h3m3lpGSh9QMAR5DlVBBdo82DQJy9wCL7J-D3-fhRqzA7E0KE216UIpPWMX09gi9QbT17iRJ19-flVKXXOR5sh2OVpNcjfkcK5tcdRgswdRQPYMWe08LRCG4IgB0n6zKx-K04/s400/ophelia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323171300049586354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">In Shakespeare's Hamlet, the daughter of Polonius. She loses her mind after Polonius' death. </span></span><br /><br />A painting that has always caught my eye.<br /><br /><br /></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-7803423125536965332009-04-02T16:09:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:12:17.135-07:00Can't Wait<span style="font-weight: bold;">To see a treasured story come to life!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Where the Wild Things Are</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-58715914825245088322009-03-23T20:14:00.000-07:002009-03-23T20:29:19.351-07:00The Eyes of an ArtistThis video is so cool! It's in French, so I really have no idea what he is saying (Dayna, you probably know). I think we often forget what a beautiful world we live in. We sometimes just need to put our "Imagination Goggles" on!<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzPk9KPjT9c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzPk9KPjT9c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-63383609524322698232009-03-20T09:24:00.000-07:002009-03-20T09:44:15.517-07:00William Blake<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've decided that every so often I would post a piece of art that I love. <br /><br />This piece by William Blake is so inspiring. He was way ahead of his time, doing this mixed media in 1794! He was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. <br /><br />William Blake</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Ancient of Days"</span></span><br />(God as an architect)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9JT_nDmA9w6LzMLx4TjOSau_G6nwXvtBEl3GD6ks3R-rZeOBl8038B8jSxP5xrntk47LvlWGdfxvj-ayucuwYbysON4WpYQERhoqP3lYOyjAU2aWUxv5PToApPSTp_ZaJw7xVzOA7dY/s1600-h/blake_ancient_of_days.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9JT_nDmA9w6LzMLx4TjOSau_G6nwXvtBEl3GD6ks3R-rZeOBl8038B8jSxP5xrntk47LvlWGdfxvj-ayucuwYbysON4WpYQERhoqP3lYOyjAU2aWUxv5PToApPSTp_ZaJw7xVzOA7dY/s400/blake_ancient_of_days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315306845609194258" border="0" /></a>Date: 1794<br />Medium: relief etching with watercolor<br />Dimensions: 23 x 17 cm (9 x 7 inches)<br />Location: <b>British Museum, London</b>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-77223365854282743002009-03-18T14:59:00.000-07:002009-03-18T15:10:35.482-07:00Happy Birthday to Ruby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnhxv0Z1Kz3Ch1OZS1BtsugQLcN4ENw_5JLAbW0n-XwM1-AgiOU37kUQBX1Q3Vc7jJ1dpE7bdYLtjJPvB-nE14oZWprW3aExt34LHT7lDl8AP8lxfqDN38RXzcc21rWS4vgQWa1jcpXM/s1600-h/march+09+3+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnhxv0Z1Kz3Ch1OZS1BtsugQLcN4ENw_5JLAbW0n-XwM1-AgiOU37kUQBX1Q3Vc7jJ1dpE7bdYLtjJPvB-nE14oZWprW3aExt34LHT7lDl8AP8lxfqDN38RXzcc21rWS4vgQWa1jcpXM/s320/march+09+3+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314651027353351314" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Lydia decided about a month ago (well, she says her fish told her) that it was going to be her fish Ruby's 2nd birthday on March 18th. She did much worrying about having the perfect birthday for Ruby. So, this morning I made special blueberry muffins because Lydia thought the fish would like them since her (the fish's) favorite color is blue (she told Lydia that too). We brought Ruby out to the dinning room, lit her 2 candles and sang Happy Birthday. It was cute. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"> Both of the girls have been talking to her a lot today and have treated her very special. It's a good thing they don't know that the fish was probably totally freaked out by the fire, and we still haven't told Lydia that her fish is a MALE Beta. I think it would break her heart!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mB84WtSGudO5ewvsWWd6E-8SsLISVN_k0tNyCsWQX_ZJTU-rfJopydo84hHgy2AJ1dkBNjhphh3po9HNfHQE-jXrgVT6GwTzNzmAgTjngBThQYSV0Gk7XilihSZcfr25yxviPZIA5Og/s1600-h/march+09+3+2+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mB84WtSGudO5ewvsWWd6E-8SsLISVN_k0tNyCsWQX_ZJTU-rfJopydo84hHgy2AJ1dkBNjhphh3po9HNfHQE-jXrgVT6GwTzNzmAgTjngBThQYSV0Gk7XilihSZcfr25yxviPZIA5Og/s320/march+09+3+2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314651030026645810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is the awesome picture Lydia did of Ruby.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-89524206970910628472009-03-15T20:10:00.000-07:002009-03-15T20:34:35.401-07:00Violet Actually Listens in Church?<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /> </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjyOF15T697Ix1x8EcDCl-jrlSk9NGWL-q1QwrVKinMLLYlQ3Gd-VI26yajbTNpCIHnlrX5ILEAglne_CEx_pUQklYlx1SlYkKnHApFf9HcJ1YNqbIGyUvGINvWXAqOG0jKSkI0RwAWw/s1600-h/Child+praying+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjyOF15T697Ix1x8EcDCl-jrlSk9NGWL-q1QwrVKinMLLYlQ3Gd-VI26yajbTNpCIHnlrX5ILEAglne_CEx_pUQklYlx1SlYkKnHApFf9HcJ1YNqbIGyUvGINvWXAqOG0jKSkI0RwAWw/s320/Child+praying+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313622379131582370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I usually take the girls to church with me on Sundays. Ryan either stays at home or plays a gig at the Ibis while we go. The girls always want to come with me. We pack plenty of things to keep them occupied, but usually the entire service ends up being a wrestling match between the three of us. I leave feeling flustered, and wishing I could have listened more closely to the sermon, as I begin to regret even taking the girls. I definitely don't think they have listened to a word of what was said.... Maybe I underestimated.<br /><br /> I was singing to Violet before I put her to bed tonight. I was singing the song from "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?"- "As I Went Down In The River To Pray". I sang "Oh Mothers let's go down", then fathers, brothers, and sisters. Lastly, I came to "sinners". I stopped and asked Violet, "Do you know what a sinner is?" She smiled and said, "Yes". (I was thinking "yeah, right!") So then I asked, "What's a sinner?" She gave me that cute little smile once more and slowly stated<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >"Someone who turns away from the Lord"<br />just as clear as a bell. </span></span><br /><br /></div><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >WOW! I guess she does listen in church!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /></span>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-13444638168809853722009-03-06T14:45:00.000-08:002009-03-06T16:29:19.935-08:00Violet Puts on a Show<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVqUGA2InaP8RHsvCJ7tNV4XPSuGIftuQ499zKWJxZzBtLOZei6lYgb21xK8tsxltu7kUtVMaY9_uDH9Yb' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxziloTywvJJUEWqoTKqcLujNaFbiGUJtaaBQOC_xp6rcgoD5hqQXOZVCnYTAu9oZpJVL6R2X0EJ0RN-9k96g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-72444511984695079552009-02-27T10:39:00.000-08:002009-02-27T10:44:54.100-08:00Oh, Deer!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yesterday morning we were sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast, and Violet shouted "I see deers!". Across the street there were 10 deer!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgTuBkxu1iGDBvSrx2_7PmtTToYT2vlur35TQZF24m3WziXzMyKxUZTujF8YbOujj2m9lKJMX8gG9iHaataTBxeeuNOq0LKRIq_jJDEVCnBCye0sJfNo7Mabw98oR4Rpb5cf74bpxvoM/s1600-h/Feb+09+4+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgTuBkxu1iGDBvSrx2_7PmtTToYT2vlur35TQZF24m3WziXzMyKxUZTujF8YbOujj2m9lKJMX8gG9iHaataTBxeeuNOq0LKRIq_jJDEVCnBCye0sJfNo7Mabw98oR4Rpb5cf74bpxvoM/s320/Feb+09+4+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307549359999477730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0l33QTmMS1FsB172mC5CoVzBD7snIaoFMo7A8HxssHeIhk1zaJci2iykzOxXd9NkXfXKFm9Wd7-w50al1dLBrkQR8XcEAQ5zAAeXDKfhrJH9WXyGpelzmS9dlIMQyznOy27UKaW9zyok/s1600-h/Feb+09+4+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0l33QTmMS1FsB172mC5CoVzBD7snIaoFMo7A8HxssHeIhk1zaJci2iykzOxXd9NkXfXKFm9Wd7-w50al1dLBrkQR8XcEAQ5zAAeXDKfhrJH9WXyGpelzmS9dlIMQyznOy27UKaW9zyok/s320/Feb+09+4+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307549365546217442" border="0" /></a>It's amazing how they just sort of blend in with the trees.<br /><br /><br /></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-54988596831471956882009-02-18T11:53:00.000-08:002009-02-18T12:18:00.915-08:00Home Made ValentinesHome Made Valentines are priceless.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXY6-961ex0u5bVzVNFrSjVTSRCCEOuERZPYLk2QsAhxnbc8nhA_W7iGHT5uVJ5JmbdTrBETgDxMus7Kkk9opBaTq3Tf-gUFq57w08p5rXpuX6r74ixUUAt-vCcFkxvk484-kzJWy5Cis/s1600-h/Feb+09+2+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXY6-961ex0u5bVzVNFrSjVTSRCCEOuERZPYLk2QsAhxnbc8nhA_W7iGHT5uVJ5JmbdTrBETgDxMus7Kkk9opBaTq3Tf-gUFq57w08p5rXpuX6r74ixUUAt-vCcFkxvk484-kzJWy5Cis/s320/Feb+09+2+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304228244793102418" border="0" /></a>I'm so impressed! Ryan made this card for me with colored pencils. Pretty cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF61mpy37BthDJAeajivYMg-R00CcaQBTuD7XI21RSik4S4-I5CeIwuc8-cpSXlytnt_11tntjpI-NNhXFbMpriUVBToBqr5kL1fQbc665ZSVvFHflQMouAezSgMc4kcEPaoOqIhXdh0/s1600-h/Feb+09+2+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF61mpy37BthDJAeajivYMg-R00CcaQBTuD7XI21RSik4S4-I5CeIwuc8-cpSXlytnt_11tntjpI-NNhXFbMpriUVBToBqr5kL1fQbc665ZSVvFHflQMouAezSgMc4kcEPaoOqIhXdh0/s320/Feb+09+2+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230126590760722" border="0" /></a>These are the ones that Lydia made for me and Ryan.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAbCFCGSVLJpUPidoAI_sQICwLWlMFGS1bEi3wO904t37i76npijA5zmeD7cZgueFCc1sriwGNdTjrGYI4oFb1O5to_dOZ2aNwsBlQvca7O81Sh0WYZL1SwXiaFK_QwTjCOS85MO0kZc/s1600-h/Feb+09+2+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAbCFCGSVLJpUPidoAI_sQICwLWlMFGS1bEi3wO904t37i76npijA5zmeD7cZgueFCc1sriwGNdTjrGYI4oFb1O5to_dOZ2aNwsBlQvca7O81Sh0WYZL1SwXiaFK_QwTjCOS85MO0kZc/s320/Feb+09+2+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230455173127138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-yUoHa1qp1i9sZb6fH8XALDSr5OUPvtX6-oXyQJyYuY23i7fAKgbjN1b5H_cbNAzCwRBW1gkAWYqZp9Eh2gzW7u6iCYpQnOSG_qKkGr2G3vaDwx-yqMmuI3ol_wlfmhDtCmC3Bmurmc/s1600-h/Feb+09+2+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-yUoHa1qp1i9sZb6fH8XALDSr5OUPvtX6-oXyQJyYuY23i7fAKgbjN1b5H_cbNAzCwRBW1gkAWYqZp9Eh2gzW7u6iCYpQnOSG_qKkGr2G3vaDwx-yqMmuI3ol_wlfmhDtCmC3Bmurmc/s320/Feb+09+2+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230866373427154" border="0" /></a>(Somehow she got into the Halloween stickers, and I guess she wanted to stick to that theme!)<br /></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-79683565115155028872009-02-10T21:20:00.000-08:002009-02-10T21:29:29.194-08:00American Sign Language<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyQ7YzX5tX5akSlUcwhAFkLlCI5OiacMVQd0-8e9stBZuOsWkdeJ2gFosL3Lcbb9DJyaUMEj9xHIfT7ZbTsT9XIbBsuJRkmb_eDIbKZ_fw2bwUlyLYn81QJwVXE0Y8dVa5-TxOUnAhsg/s1600-h/asl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyQ7YzX5tX5akSlUcwhAFkLlCI5OiacMVQd0-8e9stBZuOsWkdeJ2gFosL3Lcbb9DJyaUMEj9xHIfT7ZbTsT9XIbBsuJRkmb_eDIbKZ_fw2bwUlyLYn81QJwVXE0Y8dVa5-TxOUnAhsg/s320/asl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301405606869697234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"ASL"<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> I am taking a class in American Sign Language this semester at USU. I needed to fulfill a language requirement for my gen ed credits, so I thought this would be the most interesting language to take. I have also always been fascinated when I watch an interpreter doing sing language. It looks so fluid and beautiful. <br /> Since I am an artist and a dancer, I thought that it might come easy to me being a visual, almost dance-like language. Well, I'm through the first month and it hasn't quite clicked for me yet. I'm sticking with it though because I still really want to learn it! It is just a lot more difficult than I had ever imagined it would be!<br /> Plus, the Deaf culture is fascinating! That this culture has their own history and folklore is amazing. The more I find out, the more I want to learn the language. Wish me luck!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-26837432944165204882009-02-04T14:49:00.001-08:002009-02-04T16:31:36.097-08:00Wii!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;">We bought a Wii and a Wii Fit last week and we've been having so much fun!!! What a great way to spend time and get exercise when we can't go outside because the air quality is unhealthy! </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia is seriously becoming a yoga master! It's her favorite!<br />Here she is doing the "Warrior" pose.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIMVlD-otimOXof7F3IobGEC-x0Hv0yWd5mGVK3V2YSUOb4TZHskN-wAihOoL2_qmGjBkYQr_2K9ZsHlE7hyphenhyphenXCijNbDBtypTa_BU-RzjuR_k8JQNY5D0WR8uGi2UY_2ClODmdDyzkClI/s1600-h/Feb+09+1+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIMVlD-otimOXof7F3IobGEC-x0Hv0yWd5mGVK3V2YSUOb4TZHskN-wAihOoL2_qmGjBkYQr_2K9ZsHlE7hyphenhyphenXCijNbDBtypTa_BU-RzjuR_k8JQNY5D0WR8uGi2UY_2ClODmdDyzkClI/s320/Feb+09+1+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299079000650196434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Even Violet is doing yoga! She follows along really well, but of course she can't balance the best!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkX-3P3cYwwa5Ht7PjOoxNp__rI0nyQnQw9q7neWLQYRYy3k-PccC-nhd26O9bC1OInShHw4srC3ATutwZUXf_CJFbSid57hGdSmgk4fb8UN8Q64vI5-_L6HMU-PaQemBRaJzItYwqUFg/s1600-h/Feb+09+1+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkX-3P3cYwwa5Ht7PjOoxNp__rI0nyQnQw9q7neWLQYRYy3k-PccC-nhd26O9bC1OInShHw4srC3ATutwZUXf_CJFbSid57hGdSmgk4fb8UN8Q64vI5-_L6HMU-PaQemBRaJzItYwqUFg/s320/Feb+09+1+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299079006771647842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0D5gBEwTaSZKvnc7I1ACY6X3jZol3eY7PZ2_5mBzzVd3Rg6SkrJlHMwNGmAZoWCDlKf7-AqCVQNggwKJi-FEg2Ai2OCmVSfSlvvucTwifjEpItm6mBUj1maPoeDOs0yLpfcPAu-dbSI8/s1600-h/Feb+09+1+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0D5gBEwTaSZKvnc7I1ACY6X3jZol3eY7PZ2_5mBzzVd3Rg6SkrJlHMwNGmAZoWCDlKf7-AqCVQNggwKJi-FEg2Ai2OCmVSfSlvvucTwifjEpItm6mBUj1maPoeDOs0yLpfcPAu-dbSI8/s320/Feb+09+1+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299079009014808626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far, Ryan is the master hula hooper and ski jumper, and I'm the pro bowler, golfer, and slalom skier. Lydia has second place on the ski jump though, so look out Ryan!</span>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-22932545626532083992009-01-24T22:18:00.000-08:002009-01-24T22:24:24.157-08:00Watch Them Grow<p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Press the play button on the song to the left! It's so precious!</span></p><p>Watch Them Grow</p><p>By Zach Gill<br /></p><p>She's close to God, I'm sure of that<br />She sits him down, and they have a chat<br />She asks for sunshine, and he agrees<br />You see, for her, He'd do anything</p><p>You watch them grow, then you let 'em go</p><p>She is a monkey, and I'm her tree<br />And now she's climbing all over me<br />Swinging on my vines dancing on my limbs<br />Her monkey sounds sound like angel's hymns</p><p>You watch them grow, then you let 'em go<br />You watch them grow, then you let 'em go</p><p>She is an angel, she is an imp<br />She's got my big toe, and her mother's lips<br />She gives fishy kisses, and great big bear hugs<br />42 pounds of pure love<br />Then one day she'll be 17, feelin' too big for her home<br />Seems she was just only 3, oh how our children they grow</p><p>You watch them grow, then you let 'em go<br />You watch them grow, then you let 'em go<br />You watch them grow, then you let 'em go<br />You watch them grow, then you let 'em go</p><p>Then one day she'll be 33, maybe with a child of her own<br />Seems she was just 17, oh how our children they grow<br />He'll ask for sunshine, and she'll agree<br />You see for him, she'd do anything<br />He is her child, the center of her world<br />She is his mother... my little girl</p><p>You watch them grow, then you let 'em go<br />You watch them grow, then you let 'em go</p>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-46917192434339190642009-01-24T21:38:00.000-08:002009-01-24T22:07:53.707-08:00Bowling!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">We went bowling last weekend, and it was</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">SO</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">much fun!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpZq_dOwRs6es4yXhE-n9AQJaEeaDWV11mcj5TSETszcP7-XtdofRX35Js92kGU8DhWr9vKIzdpY6zCh6yQdBm9EL6e-WJziefse-HiIQ2kkANz3AGBAnIKPMzGkUi7uFukHk3SDP9JE/s1600-h/bowling+1+09+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpZq_dOwRs6es4yXhE-n9AQJaEeaDWV11mcj5TSETszcP7-XtdofRX35Js92kGU8DhWr9vKIzdpY6zCh6yQdBm9EL6e-WJziefse-HiIQ2kkANz3AGBAnIKPMzGkUi7uFukHk3SDP9JE/s320/bowling+1+09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295102418653378898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Violet was absolutely amazed by the balls coming out of this thing!</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">She would wait for one to pop up and just squeal with delight!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EoAms7wYnZaLpGvUn5S4m97Mb7zbCLkyD-cT3em6Y_0xnQc_Tgpv0Nga0RMSCumEwp9rOXYPDP-EJHsy6YceuOfbdbXY_uyWswsWBMUng8tJKpxXkClKMFpX1XpA6TXbK7hCAxWWPVM/s1600-h/bowling+1+09+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EoAms7wYnZaLpGvUn5S4m97Mb7zbCLkyD-cT3em6Y_0xnQc_Tgpv0Nga0RMSCumEwp9rOXYPDP-EJHsy6YceuOfbdbXY_uyWswsWBMUng8tJKpxXkClKMFpX1XpA6TXbK7hCAxWWPVM/s320/bowling+1+09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295102429650398818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The game was programmed so that whenever it was Lydia's turn, the bumpers would pop up, then they'd go back down when Ryan and I would go.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPo2txeLXiVKHGSUi9XjcdqKrfKxKhgoJLf7Nxtrdmv4VmOPIb-Mg7kzug3DLDa2cDaP-RbDmfLaJNPM-wrltgnedKlE3wZ-5khERevXC1DX0NomDLs-sjrH0uV0llosmdModo9iuiic/s1600-h/bowling+1+09+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPo2txeLXiVKHGSUi9XjcdqKrfKxKhgoJLf7Nxtrdmv4VmOPIb-Mg7kzug3DLDa2cDaP-RbDmfLaJNPM-wrltgnedKlE3wZ-5khERevXC1DX0NomDLs-sjrH0uV0llosmdModo9iuiic/s320/bowling+1+09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295102414101817730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZIczLlKMzZFhvvbV1bPrZS17zPoycf9jx_RWvgbTvygY2eRjOI0LrC_ZlV39YsInk4U2rPEyqqXJEKN20CSS5d-RCODHtgbhRSpg-PdZG-ImGardcgsb50mX7IX6KaIteO1nb4R1eo8/s1600-h/bowling+1+09+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZIczLlKMzZFhvvbV1bPrZS17zPoycf9jx_RWvgbTvygY2eRjOI0LrC_ZlV39YsInk4U2rPEyqqXJEKN20CSS5d-RCODHtgbhRSpg-PdZG-ImGardcgsb50mX7IX6KaIteO1nb4R1eo8/s320/bowling+1+09+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295102736574925890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Yeah, I totally rock</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Just Kidding!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">We asked Lydia (who bowls over a 200 on the Wii) what she liked better, and she said "Real Bowling" because she liked to actually throw the ball.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">That's my girl!</span><br /></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074571613417989528.post-85210031224169691922009-01-24T21:34:00.000-08:002009-01-24T21:37:56.365-08:00Is that a banana in your pocket?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsAMfn96ZYM0XVNljxstu4upjvgjCO09HwBEcat-FctbSEGQDvzdSKdkgdyTgF_zuGJQePJU8alrAiF1at2VSROIQshQn91zoZ7hsXnIKpTx7HvROO85N892PTtT39zNaGEpLLIcg-CA/s1600-h/Christmas+08+084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsAMfn96ZYM0XVNljxstu4upjvgjCO09HwBEcat-FctbSEGQDvzdSKdkgdyTgF_zuGJQePJU8alrAiF1at2VSROIQshQn91zoZ7hsXnIKpTx7HvROO85N892PTtT39zNaGEpLLIcg-CA/s320/Christmas+08+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295100853750616386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Okay, sorry if that grosses you out, but isn't this hilarious? This sticker was actually on a Chiquita banana that my mom bought! I'm sending it in to<br />Jay Leno. </span><br /></div>Holly Congerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164227045884132737noreply@blogger.com0