<?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-37429524</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:45:06.351-07:00</updated><category term='The gift that keeps on giving...'/><category term='Mrs. Emily Paul'/><title type='text'>the RUST of the story...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-7780675958227590010</id><published>2008-10-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:20:14.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three funny things....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;1. We were in the car (just Craig, Jordan, Logan and I) and Craig was talking about a guy in Portland that was in the news who was affiliated with the Nazi's in the 1940's. Logan asked what 'affiliated' meant and to simplify it a bit, we told him that the guy had ties with the Nazi's. He got a disgusted look on his face and said, 'What kind of Moron would wear a Nazi tie!?' A classic! This story will be around for years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;2. We drove to The Dalles (about an hour away) last Saturday for Logan's soccer game. It was a little bit cold and windy there and I was getting blankets and chairs out of the back of the car. I only had three beach chairs and figured that two of the boys could sit on the grass on those bleacher cushion things. We have two nice ones with backs and buckles and Javier looked at them with a very confused look. Finally, with complete seriousness, he asked, 'Tell me why we need life jackets at a soccer game?' It was hilarious! I guess you had to be there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;3. Corey loves the commercial for Snickers candy bars with the old Viking guys singing 'Green Sleeves' in the car. He gets weird and starts singing it sometimes, making up half the words. The other day he was singing and said the word 'menstrual', several times. Finally, Jordan stopped him and said, 'Corey! The word isn't menstrual....it's minstral!' Corey, of course, argued a bit (because who likes their younger brother telling them they're wrong!) When he realized what he'd been saying, all three of us could NOT stop laughing and had tears in our eyes. Way too funny! (especially since in this house, I don't think the word mentrual has EVER been used!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-7780675958227590010?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7780675958227590010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=7780675958227590010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7780675958227590010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7780675958227590010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-funny-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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-37429524.post-5890925579915926075</id><published>2008-09-22T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:07:47.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... for the last 5 weeks, I have been the&lt;em&gt; lone &lt;/em&gt;woman living in a house with 7 men. I use the term 'men' loosely, even though 6 of them technically are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I'm very use to being the only female in the house because really, that's all I've ever really known. I grew up with 4 brothers and I'm raising 5 boys (and an extra one this year) so... I get it. I get that boys are different than girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But seriously. Is it still funny - after at least the 27,000th time - when someone farts or burps?? They look at me and say "You wanna laugh Mom... come on... just laugh!" Really guys, it's just not funny anymore. Is a boy incapable of hanging up a towel (on one of 10 hooks in the bathroom) after he showers and possibly even use it more than once?? (please note that there are approximately 56 showers going on during any given week!)  Do they really need a new glass EVERY time they get a drink, which is at least 5 times a day (x that by 6 boys!). Is towel slapping really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fun?? I mean... when it leaves a welt, doesn't that hurt? Can I dry my hands from doing the dinner dishes &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; you tell me you're starving and need something to eat, RighT NoW??  Can you possibly cram ANY more into the laundry basket in your bathroom?!  I know why you do it guys... because no one wants to bring it down to the laundry room!  Sheesh!  Are you attached somehow to the empty shampoo bottles in the shower?  Just wonderin'....      And how do you know SO many facts about the NFL and NBA players? It is impressive but what about turning that homework in that was due last week?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do boys remember jokes?? It's got to be a guy thing because I can't remember a joke - the whole joke - an hour after I hear it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I walk around the house some days, just shaking my head in wonderment and fascination at these creatures I live with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all is said and done though... I wouldn't change what I have for anything! These guys make me laugh, out loud, literally, every day. They amaze me with their political and business minds (something I, as a female, lack). I LOVE it when their friends come over because we all just hang out. They are so easy and comfortable to be with. I absolutely love how we seem to communicate through movie lines. It works! And it is wonderful how just putting some food in their belly, turns that frown into a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Believe it or not, I get comments, often, from friends and strangers, about my situation. It's about half and half - they either feel sorry for me or think I'm the luckiest girl in town. I'm just here to tell you that I'm the luckiest girl in town! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-5890925579915926075?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5890925579915926075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=5890925579915926075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/5890925579915926075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/5890925579915926075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-7808173578458185423</id><published>2008-08-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:54:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL7caJsCNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uzylFdMdPI4/s1600-h/August+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238525782060173522" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL7caJsCNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uzylFdMdPI4/s200/August+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL7APQrTYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4WmD_2y-hr4/s1600-h/August+2008+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238525298100358530" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL7APQrTYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4WmD_2y-hr4/s200/August+2008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL6fmPzBcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MYTRLvemqR4/s1600-h/August+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238524737335002562" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL6fmPzBcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MYTRLvemqR4/s200/August+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WeLCoMe JAVIER!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We have a new son from Spain! We went to Dad and Linda's house last night and Dad took this picture of us all.  Isn't it amazing how much he looks like he belongs to us?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We spent Saturday at the river with a bunch of friends - he went in a boat and tubed for the first time (Javier is completely wiping out on the tube here)! And we had a rousing game of Ultimate Frisbee and just had a great day. He was amazed at the Columbia River and Mt. Hood - they don't have anything like this in Spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jacob and Jordan had a party for him that night and wow!...the girls are going crazy for this guy! It's pretty funny to watch them flock around him. Maybe the American boys will learn a thing or two about being a gentleman and polite and treating these young ladies with respect! It will be int&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;resting to see who rubs off on who.... our lazy American ways or the suave Spaniard ways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soccer and water polo practices have already started and school starts next week. So...life will get crazy and hectic one more time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-7808173578458185423?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7808173578458185423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=7808173578458185423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7808173578458185423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7808173578458185423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-javier-we-have-new-son-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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/_FjteCEh9GVc/SLL7caJsCNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uzylFdMdPI4/s72-c/August+2008+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-8376620503206938576</id><published>2008-07-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:22:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGI8EdR9yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6DSA_oM5vH8/s1600-h/June+2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220104008669198114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGI8EdR9yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6DSA_oM5vH8/s200/June+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGIQKi1ttI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uFKYenQnJqs/s1600-h/June+2008+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220103254388881106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGIQKi1ttI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uFKYenQnJqs/s200/June+2008+189.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;Last weekend (June 26-28), we had a YW trip to the beach. We went to Pacific City (our favorite place) and couldn't have asked for more perfect weather! There is a huge mountain of sand that people climb - it's a killer -but look what you get to see when you make it to the top! It is absolutely gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGJBJxObkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/phydk-5i06Q/s1600-h/June+2008+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220104095994375746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGJBJxObkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/phydk-5i06Q/s200/June+2008+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGHMrT9aiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y7z-wUVISGQ/s1600-h/June+2008+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220102094953736738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGHMrT9aiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y7z-wUVISGQ/s200/June+2008+187.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;We played the Human Knot game, which I'm sure you've heard of, but for the purposes of our beach trip in the first place, it was perfect. They learned about teamwork, unity and integrity.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Craig and a dad of a young woman went as our Priesthood and we had a fantastic few days. Thirteen of our 16 girls were able to go - we flew kites, went to the tide pools, visited the Tillamook Cheese Factory, played games, stayed u&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGRRBtFdWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ytaljDCx_6g/s1600-h/June+2008+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220113164800456034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGRRBtFdWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ytaljDCx_6g/s200/June+2008+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p late and of course ate way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGF7NsHJ-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7q8V9LA8bA4/s1600-h/June+2008+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220100695432570850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGF7NsHJ-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7q8V9LA8bA4/s200/June+2008+200.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;Craig just celebrated his 45th birthday on Monday, the 30th - we had a BBQ with our good friends and it was a relaxing, fun evening. We've shared 20 years of birthdays with these friends and it's crazy to look back at all that has happened in our families during that time. Thank&lt;br /&gt;goodness for good friends! The boys and the neighbors entertained us by putting their forehead on a baseball bat and turning around 20 times and then trying to run to our pool. It was hilarious! It doesn't take much to keep us happy. Crazy guys!&lt;br /&gt;We are getting an exchange student on August 23rd,&lt;br /&gt;from Madrid, Spain! His name is Javier and he is 17 years old - the same age as my twins. He'll live with us for the whole school year and just be a part of our family. We are really excited! This will be another new adventure for us - we like to keep things crazy here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-8376620503206938576?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8376620503206938576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=8376620503206938576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/8376620503206938576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/8376620503206938576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-weekend-june-26-28-we-had-yw-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/SHGI8EdR9yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6DSA_oM5vH8/s72-c/June+2008+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-7239173749473268847</id><published>2008-04-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:04:26.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Just a quick update on my last entry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;JORDAN GOT HIS LICENSE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;We just got back from an uneventful morning at the DMV.  Jordan passed - barely with a 75 - buy hey, it says "75 or over"! :)  He mostly got marked down for driving too fast which is pretty funny because he drives like an old lady.  I'm always telling him to speed it up!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;So...3 down, 2 to go.  I think we'll survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-7239173749473268847?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7239173749473268847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=7239173749473268847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7239173749473268847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7239173749473268847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-quick-update-on-my-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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-37429524.post-3826608248853385664</id><published>2008-03-28T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:23:48.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So...my blog advisor (baj) has advised that I tell this story from 'Rust world'...it's kinda long so just stay with me, or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;On Monday, Jordan had an appointment at 10:30 am to finally get his drivers license. He first had to take the written test, so Craig took Jordan and Jacob at 9 am. (If anyone has experienced any time whatsoever at the DMV, you understand why it's important to go early... and I assume all DMV's are the same!) When they got there, they were told that his test wouldn't be until 11, so, thus begins our DMV drama... I got there at about 9:45 to trade cars with Craig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, Jacob went to re-take his permit test, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, (that's another story in itself) - and at about 10 ish, his name was called. We are holding our breath and he is a nervous wreck... we watch his every reaction with the lady at the desk and then we see it... a huge smile!!! HOORAY! He passed!! A few minutes later, Jordan's name is called and he has also passed his written test! Double Hooray! Things are lookin' good for our DMV visit today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now we wait for the time to pass for Jordan's driver's test... the DMV is an interesting place to sit and watch people... luckily, they called him early (a couple ladies there liked my cute twins and squeezed Jordan in) and we go and move the car to the place they told us to move it. We sit and wait some more. Then, a quiet young woman comes out and I leave to go inside to wait. About 5 minutes later, Jordan calls me and says that our tags have expired! You're kidding me right?? No, he's not kidding - they just barely expired and they won't let him take the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He comes inside and we go up to give them his paperwork until next time. The lady says, well, you can pay $20 for temporary tags and still take the test. I think for a minute - I've already written two checks there that morning (one for each written test the boys took because they can't seem to accumulate a total for people to pay all at once) - then I decide 'what the heck' to write another check because I &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; want to come back! We fill out the paperwork for the temporary tags and Jordan goes back out to the car to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;All this time, Jacob is with me and... we wait some more. It was about 20 minutes later and I get another call from Jordan..... the car won't start!!!!! What?? You're kidding me again, right?? We just drove it to that spot!! Jacob and I go out to the car, and it is as dead as can be. Big Giant Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The lady says maybe we can get a refund for the 20 bucks - we go in to find out and to give Jordan's paperwork back again. They say No to the refund and ask if Jordan wants to take the test later that afternoon. He quickly says, No thanks - obviously today is not the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I call Craig to tell him what has happened and the 3 of us go out to wait in the car. We wait, and wait, and wait. Jordan decides that this has all happened because for sure, some crazy Mexican is going to blow the DMV up and we are being spared! Finally, an hour later Craig comes to jump the car...little jetta giving Big Suburban a jump. It finally starts and the 3 of them go get the car checked out which ends up needing a new battery. I take the other car to run a few errands and try to redeem the rest of my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That is how we spent the majority of our first day of Spring Break... over 3 hours at the DMV! Did you notice a common theme throughout this story? That would be the word, WAIT, which is the one thing you always dread when you have to go to the DMV. The great thing is that we get to go back real soon. Why you ask?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So Jordan can take his dang drivers test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-3826608248853385664?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3826608248853385664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=3826608248853385664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/3826608248853385664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/3826608248853385664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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-37429524.post-8145720272864515661</id><published>2008-02-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:50:00.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R7HY5w4ccII/AAAAAAAAAKE/eMdtmlzBKsc/s1600-h/PICT0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148734456459394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R7HY5w4ccII/AAAAAAAAAKE/eMdtmlzBKsc/s200/PICT0041.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R7HY0Q4ccHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NeAg-ut3WWg/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148639967178866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R7HY0Q4ccHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NeAg-ut3WWg/s200/PICT0060.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our pool froze and the guys (with our neighbors and their dog) were brave enough to stand on it! It was about 6 inches thick and there's probably about 400 pounds standing on there! Yikes! I kept taking pictures thinking that I'd get one with them all falling through but they were lucky. We thought the dog would pee, warming it up causing it to crack but he didn't. That would have been one great picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For an Art Auction that Logan is entering, he made these clay pens representing the 7 continents..... there's an elephant (Africa), a penguin (Antarctica), a fat Buddha (Asia), a kangaroo (Australia), the Eiffel Tower (Europe), the Statue of Liberty (N. America) and Easter Island (S. America). The action is in March so cross your fingers that it all goes well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-8145720272864515661?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8145720272864515661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=8145720272864515661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/8145720272864515661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/8145720272864515661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-pool-froze-and-guys-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R7HY5w4ccII/AAAAAAAAAKE/eMdtmlzBKsc/s72-c/PICT0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-7921716921666851349</id><published>2008-01-08T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:27:22.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQVIMHXRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jJAhZt1FEq0/s1600-h/pict0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153261828780285202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQVIMHXRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jJAhZt1FEq0/s200/pict0146.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQU4MHXQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M0jzlmvSRCE/s1600-h/pict0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153261824485317890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQU4MHXQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M0jzlmvSRCE/s200/pict0124.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQVYMHXSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-v9J5KjsMLI/s1600-h/pict0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153261833075252514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQVYMHXSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-v9J5KjsMLI/s200/pict0152.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy New Year people! Can you believe we're a week into 2008 already? Ben keeps telling me to blog more - that it doesn't matter if I have anything profound to say or that I don't have a darling scrapbook page like my nieces, so...I'll try. We'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas holiday, as usual - loving everything about it and hating for it to end. I don't think I've ever had such protesting as I did this year when it was time to take all the decorations down! It had to be done though, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had about 8 people over for New Year's Eve. We had way too much food and we played the Wii all night! I know...like one of the twins' friends said to me when he heard me and another 'old' person talking about the games... he said 'This isn't right - old people shouldn't talk about nintendo games, let alone PLAY them!' My friend Kathleen, even went home with a Wii injury to her hand from bowling - she hit the coffee table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's a couple pictures from when we went to the beach in November with Joel/family and with Dad and Linda. The kid you don't recognize is Logan's friend.  There's Grandpa and Logan in their baseball hat going to church, the fake fall off the top of the sand dunes at Pacific City (you gotta love that) and Grandpa and Rachel playing Mario Cart.  It was a fun weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We hope this new year brings happiness and contentment, and I truly mean that with all my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-7921716921666851349?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7921716921666851349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=7921716921666851349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7921716921666851349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/7921716921666851349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-people-can-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/R4QQVIMHXRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jJAhZt1FEq0/s72-c/pict0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-78008452520414457</id><published>2007-10-03T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:18:58.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRsXaC3cvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kqeDkeI9GBo/s1600-h/PICT0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117334225983861490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRsXaC3cvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kqeDkeI9GBo/s200/PICT0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know...I know...it's hard to believe that you're looking at something different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since before school started, one month ago, our lives have been overloaded with waterpolo, soccer, a little bit of x-country, plus lots of church stuff, just to make sure we are gone every night of the week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan plays soccer and this is his &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; love. They have a great &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRsqqC3cwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6MDvcuhKwDY/s1600-h/PICT0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117334556696343298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRsqqC3cwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6MDvcuhKwDY/s200/PICT0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;team and a great coach. He is from England and I love hearing him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yell at the boys on the field, sounding something like this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gentlemen! Get down there!" or "Come on lads! Get in position!" Even when he yells, he sounds so nice. Logan also runs x-country, but only sort of. If there's soccer practice or a game, he'll sacrifice going to x-country in a heartbeat. He's good at long-distance running so hopefully he'll keep it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob (#4) and Jordan (#13) are in their 3rd year of water polo. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwR236C3c2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7DM_6jl8nJA/s1600-h/PICT0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117345779445887842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwR236C3c2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7DM_6jl8nJA/s200/PICT0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three mornings a week they have 5:30am practices for 2 hours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as well as 2 hours after school with 2 games a week. The last 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekends they have had tournaments (Friday evening and all day Saturday) playing about 5 games in those 2 days. I still don't get all the rules - it's crazy - but I love watching them play. It's a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great game and every second is exciting! They come home completely exhausted and starving every night. This Sunday, October 7th, these two are receiving their Eagle Awards. It's definitely a great accomplishment ... &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRw8qC3czI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_UJ3mdPbvXc/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117339263980499762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRw8qC3czI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_UJ3mdPbvXc/s200/PICT0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 down and 1 to go! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Corey was in Boise for a job interview with Horizon and ... he got the job! Before this week is over he'll have his solo pilot's license (he's already been flying by himself all over Oregon) and will be moving to Boise in a couple weeks. He'll continue with his flight training there, as well as doing school on-line like he's been doing since early September. Things are moving forward, slowly but surely but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brady is home - it's been a difficult, rough month for him and all of us and we're trying to get our old Brady back. He's doing alright and working hard on healing. He sees a counselor twice a week and that's been so helpful for him. This guy happens to be LDS and is great. We just want Brady to get better, inside and out, and feel better about everything that has happened. Thank you all for your prayers and good thoughts. Keep em' comin' - he's an amazing young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, we think our boys are awesome and we really are so proud of all of them and the good things they're accomplishing. I've definitely earned every gray hair on my head though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/37429524-78008452520414457?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/78008452520414457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=78008452520414457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/78008452520414457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/78008452520414457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RwRsXaC3cvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kqeDkeI9GBo/s72-c/PICT0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-6388744838714521116</id><published>2007-05-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:20:51.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summiting Mt. Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Rkac0TCRSgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JRyTYTjiMlQ/s1600-h/PICT0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063907253301627394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Rkac0TCRSgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JRyTYTjiMlQ/s320/PICT0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaclzCRSfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vcSZthqmlec/s1600-h/PICT0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063907004193524210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaclzCRSfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vcSZthqmlec/s320/PICT0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaYKzCRSeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ROVv0U0XAmc/s1600-h/PICT0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063902142290545122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaYKzCRSeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ROVv0U0XAmc/s320/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaR5jCRSZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iHfiRs_xL9Q/s1600-h/PICT0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063895248868034962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaR5jCRSZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iHfiRs_xL9Q/s320/PICT0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaQWDCRSVI/AAAAAAAAADs/kNBNwz-2Q4M/s1600-h/PICT0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063893539471051090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RkaQWDCRSVI/AAAAAAAAADs/kNBNwz-2Q4M/s320/PICT0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 10th, Craig, Brady, Jacob, Jordan and a four other men/boys from our ward, climbed Mt. Hood (11,239 feet high). They had two previous dates and had to cancel because of weather and May 10th turned out to be a perfect day for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They got up at 1:30 am that morning and Craig called me at 8:15am from the top! Descending was quite difficult but they got to Timberline Lodge around 1:00pm. Nothing like climbing Mt. Everest but quite an accomplishment all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There were 3 deaths up there in December and I did have some worries - over half my family was up there! but everyone arrived home safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm hearing little bits every day about their adventure - they did have a few scary moments but as they have rested and realized what they accomplished, I think they are (and should be) quite proud of themselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brady, Jacob and Jordan have &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; plans to do this again but Craig is thinking about climbing Mt. Adams in the Fall (which is the mountain you see in the background). I'm afraid he's addicted now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm quite content in my little Troutdale... elevation 150 feet above sea level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I apologize for the layout of the blog. Every time I do this, I realize why I don't do it very often. It never works right for me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37429524-6388744838714521116?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6388744838714521116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=6388744838714521116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/6388744838714521116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/6388744838714521116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/summiting-mt-hood.html' title='Summiting Mt. Hood'/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp2.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Rkac0TCRSgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JRyTYTjiMlQ/s72-c/PICT0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-941690726113120203</id><published>2007-03-15T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:08:46.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Rflj7v6Q-fI/AAAAAAAAACw/8fvJMdeVMN4/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+and+Sticker+Stories+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042171135942261234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Rflj7v6Q-fI/AAAAAAAAACw/8fvJMdeVMN4/s320/Christmas+2007+and+Sticker+Stories+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are any of you bloggers out there LOST fans? Who says that TV can't bring a family closer together?! :) We love LOST. When the new season started in February, I woke up to LOST pancakes, courtesy of Jordan! Pretty great, huh? (we had to take a picture)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any thoughts about last nights episode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spring is coming to Oregon too - we don't have all that rain for nothin'! It's beautiful with the pink and white and yellow blossoms popping out everywhere. It's been a long, gray winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;All is well here for us. Corey is busy with ACN and doing great with it. Call him if you are interested...(971.998.5381)! Brady's mission papers are being mailed in the next few days. He was ordained an Elder last Sunday and we had the honor of having Uncle Army stand in the circle too. He was here playing in a raquetball tourney and got a Gold in the doubles! What a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jacob and Jordan are sooooo close to having all their Scout stuff done. We should be having a double Eagle Court of Honor VERY soon! Only one more son to go! Logan is in basketball right now (Craig's the coach) and he made the winning hoop last game. Awesome! (and a happy ride home in the car). He plays the French Horn and loves that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm going Snow Caving tomorrow with the YW in our ward! I've been before and helped talk the girls into doing it. Most of the dads have never done it but Craig, Corey and a couple other men are helping out. This ought to be interesting! I've been learning a lot about teenage girls during the past year that I've been in the YW - mostly though, I've learned that I'm really thankful I have boys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's it here ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-941690726113120203?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/941690726113120203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=941690726113120203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/941690726113120203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/941690726113120203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-any-of-you-bloggers-out-there-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Rflj7v6Q-fI/AAAAAAAAACw/8fvJMdeVMN4/s72-c/Christmas+2007+and+Sticker+Stories+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-219245364273309237</id><published>2007-01-15T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:00:38.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Emily Paul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CdxqZGgI/AAAAAAAAACM/AAPvhZrlFrY/s1600-h/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020812607646931458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CdxqZGgI/AAAAAAAAACM/AAPvhZrlFrY/s320/DSCN0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CeBqZGhI/AAAAAAAAACU/dSV9ro4x_1U/s1600-h/DSCN0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020812611941898770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CeBqZGhI/AAAAAAAAACU/dSV9ro4x_1U/s320/DSCN0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CeRqZGiI/AAAAAAAAACc/ihOCtYOakSA/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020812616236866082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CeRqZGiI/AAAAAAAAACc/ihOCtYOakSA/s320/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wanted to share a few photos of Emily on her wedding day. We were able to go to Florida and share this special occasion with her - a very happy day!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Bud look handsome and happy with his baby girl? It was tough to get through the ceremony without tears - of joy for Emmy and of sadness for missing Brittany.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great trip and were able to go to Brittany's 'spot' at Oak Hills Cemetery. We were able to laugh and cry as we talked about her with Bud. I'm so glad we were able to go (7 free round trip tickets, thanks to Corey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-219245364273309237?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/219245364273309237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=219245364273309237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/219245364273309237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/219245364273309237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-wanted-to-share-few-photos-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/Ra2CdxqZGgI/AAAAAAAAACM/AAPvhZrlFrY/s72-c/DSCN0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-9193907391015926327</id><published>2006-12-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:53:51.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The gift that keeps on giving...'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RX4XZ67KthI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zh9OywRdPBQ/s1600-h/December+9th+2006+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007465569764161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RX4XZ67KthI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zh9OywRdPBQ/s320/December+9th+2006+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well I guess it's my turn to add my "two-cents worth" to our blog. Up until now Bonnie has been carrying me and she told me it was time to step up the the plate. Thus I make my initial entry to "the Rust of the story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at this picture yesterday after I got home from church and thought to myself, "you are one lucky guy!" How blessed we are to have terrific kids and how thankful I am that they don't think we're half bad parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we made the annual visit to our favorite place to cut a Christmas tree down. It doesn't take us long to pick one out because over the years we learned that there is only one opinion that ultimately counts on which one we get and that's the mothers! I must say though that Bonnie has never done us wrong and they always look beautiful. As we sat in the living room last night looking at our tree, I realized that it is somewhat of a living history for us. There are ornaments from our childhood, ornaments from Grandma Gray or Aunt Julie who continued the tradition for them., and ornaments from places that we've visited (a budha ornament from Thailand even)! Lots and lots of memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we think about the Christmas season on behalf of all of us up here in the Northwest, we want to wish you all a Merry Christmas. With that, I share a story for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn't been for her generostiy, he would be a vagrant, homelss waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had not noticed Mark particularly unti he bagan to staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt's anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, 'Did you really miss me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I explained how he had been my best helper. 'I was making you a surprise,' he whispered confidentially. 'It's for Christmas.' With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn't stay after school any more after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. 'I have your present,' he said timidly when I looked up. 'I hope you like it.' He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'It's beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it.' I asked opening the top to look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Oh you can't see what's in it,' he replied, 'and you can't touch it or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights and safe when you're all alone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gazed into the the empty box. 'What is it Mark,' I asked gently, 'that will make me feel so good?' 'It's love,' he whispered softly, 'and mother always said it's best when you give it away.' And he turned and quietly left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of our boxes be filled with love this Christmas season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig, Bonnie and the boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-9193907391015926327?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9193907391015926327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=9193907391015926327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/9193907391015926327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/9193907391015926327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-christmas-wishes.html' title='Our Christmas Wishes'/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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://bp1.blogger.com/_FjteCEh9GVc/RX4XZ67KthI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zh9OywRdPBQ/s72-c/December+9th+2006+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429524.post-116440436558435046</id><published>2006-11-24T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:39:25.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We sure have a lot to be thankful for, don't we?  And by '&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;', I mean all of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope everyone had a delicious day yesterday - we spent the afternoon with Craig's family.  It's always a great meal and Grandma Red always sends us home with some interesting leftovers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you've ever had Craig's rolls, leftovers are hard to come by.  Grandma saved 7 for us (1 for each) and 5 were gone before we got home!  She also sent 1/2 of an applie pie, some carrots and a bunch of kiwi from their garden.  They picked 345 kiwi this season!!!  We also got 2 jars of homemade grape juice...yes, from their garden.  The Rust garden is a sight of beauty, especially when we get to reap what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; sow!  All summer we were supplied with fresh green beans and zuchini too.  Definitely something to be thankful for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No early morning crazy shopping for us.  Craig usually goes just to look around (he's nuts) and I've gone once, about 12 years ago.  I hated it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the big 'Civil War' football game between the Oregon State Beavers and the Oregon Ducks.  We have a divided family so it's always a bit tense!  Craig made bbq chicken wings - full tummys help any situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I finished re-painting my red wall the other day.  It's been 9 years and I didn't realize how much it had dulled.  It's bright and cheery now and ready for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll go cut our Christmas tree down next Saturday and I'm getting all the stuff out tomorrow.  I have two church events at my house this season so it gives me an excuse to get it all ready early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Go Ducks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Go Beavs!  (i'm the mom so i have to be neutral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-116440436558435046?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116440436558435046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=116440436558435046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/116440436558435046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/116440436558435046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-sure-have-lot-to-be-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</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-37429524.post-116310526086891837</id><published>2006-11-09T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:55:27.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/595/4205/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/595/4205/320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6915/4187/1600/PICT0009.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Does anybody recognize this suit?!  A couple years before Grandpa Smurth died, we were visiting him and he &lt;em&gt;insisted&lt;/em&gt; that Craig take a couple of his suits. We got this beige beauty and a yellow pinstriped classic - even the hat is a grandpa hat. Pretty cool. Both suits have come in handy as costumes over the years and since they weigh about 10 pounds each (no kidding!), they have kept the boys warm on our windy and cold Halloween nights. The briefcase was Logan's candy bag and he did good, bringing home some of my faves... Reese's, Hot Tamales and Smarties!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Next time you all see Jordan, be sure to congratulate him (or something like that). He and a friend volunteered (and caved to 'brother' pressure), to run down the street in their Speedos on Halloween night! It was definitely a moment frozen in time and I think Jordan earned some respect from his brothers that night. Please tell me some of you uncles and cousins did crazy things like this when you were a teenager???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I might as well tell you about Brady and his friends - they have an ape costume and an old man mask (very creepy) and they just casually terrorized the neighborhood scaring everyone - the parents liked it alright but the kids got scared (duh). Then, these guys climbed on our roof and chucked giant marshmallows at everyone who came to our door! The next morning there were tons of soggy marshmallows on the front lawn.  THEN, they came in the house and gave out candy at the door, with the old man mask on - staring down these adorable kids as they walked up the front steps. I guess kids will go through anything to get free candy!!I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I figured since the rest of you were sharing your Halloween stories, I would share mine too. Your cute little superman boys and princess girls will be all grown up before you know it! Then - you'll understand my world, maybe just a little bit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Ahhh - the joys of living with a bunch of teenage boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37429524-116310526086891837?l=rustfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116310526086891837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37429524&amp;postID=116310526086891837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/116310526086891837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37429524/posts/default/116310526086891837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustfamblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/does-anybody-recognize-this-suit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rust-Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311081945800498052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
