<?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-8606028900080177470</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:56:50.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wynders</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-7105673463834932614</id><published>2010-09-26T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:57:44.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it has only been 1 year and 2 days . . . .</title><content type='html'>That is how long it has been (1 year and 2 days) since I last posted anything on this blog.&amp;nbsp; Obviously I am not a great blogger, but I just got the family pictures we had taken this summer so I thought I would post a few of them.&amp;nbsp; Our good friend, Amy, took these pictures.&amp;nbsp; We lived in the same apartment complex as Amy and her husband John when we first got married and when Mason and Sydney were born.&amp;nbsp; We had so much fun living by them and we, fortunately, have stayed in touch over the years.&amp;nbsp; She has started a photography business so while she was here visiting her family this year (she lives in Florida) we were lucky enough to get her to take our pictures.&amp;nbsp; She did such a great job and we had so much fun spending a couple of hours with her.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Amy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/TJ-WEU22bfI/AAAAAAAAARY/5tD_BfC_Hh4/s1600/IMG_1195-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/TJ-WEU22bfI/AAAAAAAAARY/5tD_BfC_Hh4/s320/IMG_1195-1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I guess we haven't done too many things lately that have gotten me to update my blog.&amp;nbsp; But, there are a couple of things I decided were "blog worthy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently (last Friday), I went to Wendover with my friends, Annette, Janet, and Michelle (Annette's sister).&amp;nbsp; I had never been to Wendover before, so when Annette suggested it, it&amp;nbsp;sounded like fun.&amp;nbsp; The event that actually got us to drive 2 hours on a Friday night to kind of the middle of nowhere was the Rick Springfield concert.&amp;nbsp; Those of you closer to my age will remember Rick Springfield as the singer from the 1980's whose most famous song is "Jessie's Girl" - he also played Dr. Noah Drake on General Hospital (I don't watch General Hospital, but I hear he is back on occasionally).&amp;nbsp; I wasn't a huge Rick Springfield fan, but he wasn't too bad to look at and who doesn't love "Jessie's Girl"?&amp;nbsp; We weren't sure what to expect since after a quick Wikipedia update on Rick Springfield we found out he had just turned 60.&amp;nbsp; We were pleasantly surprised to see that Rick still actually looks pretty darn good and still sings and plays the guitar like a young guy.&amp;nbsp; All in all, it was a lot of fun (although the buffet at the Peppermill hotel wasn't the greatest food I have ever eaten), and I would be game to go to Wendover again.&amp;nbsp; I should just mention that Janet is not really old enough to remember Rick Springfield too much (too bad for her that she has old friends), but Janet's older sister is the same age as me and Annette and so she remembered her older sister listening to good old Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwq3pzM4mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vRTAJOFCXcg/s1600-h/100_2787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwq3pzM4mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vRTAJOFCXcg/s320/100_2787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwrn4m9VmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/U9-75-sWq14/s1600-h/100_2767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwrn4m9VmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/U9-75-sWq14/s320/100_2767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SrwrqXh5lZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qjkw-ea4rOo/s1600-h/100_2783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SrwrqXh5lZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qjkw-ea4rOo/s320/100_2783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annette, Michelle, me, and Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other thing I thought I better at least mention on my blog was our cruise to Alaska.&amp;nbsp; It was a BLAST!&amp;nbsp; We went with Dru's whole family, and it was one of the best vacations we have ever had.&amp;nbsp; I can hardly wait to go on another cruise again!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was not sure how much fun Alaska would really be and I wasn't thrilled about packing my winter coat for an August vacation, but I would go to Alaska again in a heartbeat!&amp;nbsp; The scenery was beautiful - we saw whales, porpoises, salmon, and bald eagles, and while the weather was cool, the only day it was freezing cold was the day we sailed around the Hubbard glacier (see the picture below).&amp;nbsp; Even though it was about 30 degrees, we stayed on the deck of the ship for about 2 hours looking at the glacier - it was amazing.&amp;nbsp; If you want to see more pictures of our trip Bryn posted a whole bunch on her &lt;a href="http://wwwbrynsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (The word "blog" is a link to Bryn's blog, but with my current settings you can't tell it is a link - or you can click on the link to her blog on the left side of my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwr2l_tbUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/78GFdexiHXA/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwr2l_tbUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/78GFdexiHXA/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hubbard Glacier in the background.&amp;nbsp; We got a lot closer to it than this picture&amp;nbsp;- it was very cool (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-4086105434664476841?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/4086105434664476841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=4086105434664476841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/4086105434664476841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/4086105434664476841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish-that-i-was-jessies-girl.html' title='I wish that I was &quot;Jessie&apos;s Girl&quot;!!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/Srwq3pzM4mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vRTAJOFCXcg/s72-c/100_2787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-4675873011996956843</id><published>2009-05-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:55:54.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKED!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, 2 posts in one night - that has to be a record for me - and they are both about Sydney.  Everyone who knows Sydney knows she is obsessed with Wicked.  She listens to the music nonstop and knows the whole story even though she had never seen the musical.  So when Wicked tickets went on sale for Salt Lake I tried to get them - I had my whole class of 35 students trying to get on the website to buy tickets, but with absolutely no luck.  Syd was disappointed but she was a trooper and didn't complain - too much.  We told her we could maybe go to San Francisco and see it this summer.  But, I got feeling guilty, that Syd  - who never asks for anything and is happy with whatever - was not going to see Wicked.  Without the long story, I found 2 tickets on row 15 (yea for KSL Classifieds) for the very last show in Salt Lake (yes, I know it was on a Sunday).  I didn't tell Syd I had the tickets so on Sunday, Dru came home from church about 5 minutes before I came home with Sydney.  He put one of the tickets on Syd's iPod docking station and turned her iPod on - of course playing songs from Wicked.  When we walked in the door, I asked Syd if she had left her iPod playing the whole time we had been at church because I could hear music coming from her room.  She went in her room and saw the ticket and what followed was a lot of screaming, jumping, hugging, and weird dancing.  Her reaction was totally worth all of the trouble to get the tickets.  So, a few hours later, we were off to the Capitol Theater.  Syd LOVED it (so did I) and we had a lot of fun on our little "mother/daughter date" to Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShN8sW5bgHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Jlh4efF5aMc/s1600-h/100_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337747084866715762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShN8sW5bgHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Jlh4efF5aMc/s400/100_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-4675873011996956843?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/4675873011996956843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=4675873011996956843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/4675873011996956843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/4675873011996956843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2009/05/wicked.html' title='WICKED!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShN8sW5bgHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Jlh4efF5aMc/s72-c/100_2704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-1937666812328831407</id><published>2009-05-19T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:48:15.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syd's New Look!</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I told Sydney I was sick of looking at her hair in a ponytail.  Her long hair was pretty when it was straightened, but she doesn't like to take the time to dry it and straighten it because she has so much hair and it has a lot of curl so it takes forever.  So she ends up just putting it in a ponytail every day.  The other day I told her if she was just going to wear a ponytail we should cut her hair off so at least it would have some sort of style.  At first she said no way, but the next thing I knew she said she wanted to cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we had haircut appointments today so here is the before (it had, of course, been in a ponytail all day so the before really doesn't look good) . . .  Syd had Mindy turn the chair away from the mirror so she wouldn't see it until it was completely finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtnSdZXeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LqKIEhrR__Y/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337730505101630946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtnSdZXeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LqKIEhrR__Y/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtcpe5bMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/r4IEyUufcss/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337730322303380674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtcpe5bMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/r4IEyUufcss/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the after . . . (with Mindy, the girl that cuts our hair - thanks, Mindy!!!)  She loves her new haircut and it looks super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtIpVhO_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/VELUIS0ljMk/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337729978666662898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtIpVhO_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/VELUIS0ljMk/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNs-Kz21QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DtTmMQ4gztg/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337729798673716482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNs-Kz21QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DtTmMQ4gztg/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNs17td5wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XDG4aJiBZzo/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337729657181431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNs17td5wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XDG4aJiBZzo/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNsjkVEFQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4mH2OI1q5zM/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337729341667415298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNsjkVEFQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4mH2OI1q5zM/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-1937666812328831407?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/1937666812328831407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=1937666812328831407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/1937666812328831407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/1937666812328831407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2009/05/syds-new-look.html' title='Syd&apos;s New Look!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/ShNtnSdZXeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LqKIEhrR__Y/s72-c/IMG_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-7108224428756835678</id><published>2009-04-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:34:11.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-Filled Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I figured it was time for my quarterly blog update so "hello" to the two people that may read this.  It has been a busy weekend so I thought I would post some pictures.  Bryn's birthday is tomorrow (the 13th) but we started celebrating on the 11th.  Instead of a big party, Bryn just decided to do some fun things with a couple of her friends - Lexi and McKaley.  We couldn't have a birthday withotu Lexi - she and Bryn have been to each other's birthday parties every year since they were 3.  Anyway . . . we took the girls to get pedicures and then we stopped at home and picked up Mason and they went to see the Hannah Montana movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the completed pedicures -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLL6s3jKRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C-hoYAVZ7ks/s1600-h/IMG_9598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324041918842349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLL6s3jKRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C-hoYAVZ7ks/s320/IMG_9598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are the girls with Jack who is the owner of the place where they got the pedicures -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLvMYg6BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/i_LGaGLq4co/s1600-h/IMG_9597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324041721143683090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLvMYg6BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/i_LGaGLq4co/s320/IMG_9597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the movie theater -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLlK8Lj1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lG2dwzV-TlM/s1600-h/IMG_9601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324041548957716306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLlK8Lj1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lG2dwzV-TlM/s320/IMG_9601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the girls in their new Easter dresses.  Mason actually got a new Easter tie, but by the time I got home from church he had already changed his clothes so I just got pictures of the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLZkaENDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XDtgewQd6hc/s1600-h/IMG_9649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324041349635519538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLZkaENDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XDtgewQd6hc/s320/IMG_9649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLLfg0i5I/AAAAAAAAANs/6_ck1FpRpqI/s1600-h/IMG_9654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324041107803507602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLLLfg0i5I/AAAAAAAAANs/6_ck1FpRpqI/s320/IMG_9654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church we went to Grandma and Grandpa Jorgensen's for the annual cousin easter egg hunt, dinner, and another mini party for Bryn - here are almost all of the cousins - we miss you Luke and Kira!!!!! - and the newest cousin, Sophie was sleeping.  They were lining up on the stairs from youngest to oldest getting ready to go to the backyard for the Easter egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLK1Sq8gdI/AAAAAAAAANc/WxGBwHWUvJs/s1600-h/IMG_9666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324040726399189458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLK1Sq8gdI/AAAAAAAAANc/WxGBwHWUvJs/s320/IMG_9666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, here is Bryn with her ugly bunny cake.  More years than not, her birthday is right around Easter and we always make this silly bunny cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLKq1vbo7I/AAAAAAAAANU/dvGAKo7VewU/s1600-h/IMG_9712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324040546834686898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLKq1vbo7I/AAAAAAAAANU/dvGAKo7VewU/s320/IMG_9712.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8606028900080177470-7108224428756835678?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/7108224428756835678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=7108224428756835678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/7108224428756835678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/7108224428756835678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-filled-weekend.html' title='Fun-Filled Weekend!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SeLL6s3jKRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C-hoYAVZ7ks/s72-c/IMG_9598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-5177218082753096836</id><published>2009-01-27T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:12:27.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby ?</title><content type='html'>My sister Stacey had a baby girl this morning, so as soon as school was out today I went straight to the hospital to see her (I had to be the first one there so she would know who her favorite aunt is going to be :-) ). She is so cute and she looks a lot like Anna (her older sister for those of you who don't know my sister and her family) - they have the exact same nose. If you have been on Mel and Stace's blog you saw pictures of her right after she was born, so here she is later in the afternoon. She is so cute and it is always so much fun to have a new baby in the family. Now if she just had a name . . . . Anna is already calling her Sophie but we'll see who gets to pick the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Anna's favorite picture - but keep going - the last picture is the cutest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JYQUJPQI/AAAAAAAAANM/2gL_Z72DkZU/s1600-h/IMG_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296173105344494850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JYQUJPQI/AAAAAAAAANM/2gL_Z72DkZU/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna has been waiting a long time for her baby sister and she is so excited she is here!  I didn't get a picture with Thys and the baby - he had already gone home for his nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JOJjJftI/AAAAAAAAANE/pibilD_xhDY/s1600-h/IMG_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172931729686226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JOJjJftI/AAAAAAAAANE/pibilD_xhDY/s320/IMG_6621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture that shows all of her cute hair - she has a lot - it just doesn't stick straight up like Anna's did when she was born. And no, I didn't put the bow in her hair - it was already there when I got to the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JAh8fFXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fKbGi6a0i3c/s1600-h/IMG_6632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172697760241010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JAh8fFXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fKbGi6a0i3c/s320/IMG_6632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8606028900080177470-5177218082753096836?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/5177218082753096836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=5177218082753096836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5177218082753096836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5177218082753096836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby.html' title='Baby ?'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SX_JYQUJPQI/AAAAAAAAANM/2gL_Z72DkZU/s72-c/IMG_6630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-1440875460312263660</id><published>2008-12-21T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:30:38.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If anyone even remembers I have a blog . . .</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted anything on this blog forever - things are a little crazy and updating my blog obviously isn't on my list of things that HAVE to get done. But, I thought I would post some pictures we had taken last week for our Christmas cards. The girls' piano teacher (who is also my sister-in-law's sister-in-law - so almost family), Cheri, was very nice to let us come to her awesome backyard of the house they just moved into and take some pictures for us (Cheri is a very talented girl who can do lots of things!). I didn't use any of these pictures on my card, but there were a lot of good pictures of the kids. Thanks, again, Cheri ! You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_f2JtQbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c0eXkltbJAI/s1600-h/kids3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510704273605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_f2JtQbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c0eXkltbJAI/s320/kids3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_f8M4BNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QLpDXnCyQYI/s1600-h/mason1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510705897506002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_f8M4BNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QLpDXnCyQYI/s320/mason1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_fo1h0dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8ti3ax__weQ/s1600-h/syd1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510700699308498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_fo1h0dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8ti3ax__weQ/s320/syd1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_fTtobzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U30dn2oGC20/s1600-h/bryn1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510695029042994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_fTtobzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U30dn2oGC20/s320/bryn1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_fR864WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EZyGRYzrORk/s1600-h/wynderparents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510694556295522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_fR864WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EZyGRYzrORk/s320/wynderparents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8606028900080177470-1440875460312263660?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/1440875460312263660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=1440875460312263660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/1440875460312263660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/1440875460312263660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-anyone-even-remembers-i-have-blog.html' title='If anyone even remembers I have a blog . . .'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SU8_f2JtQbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c0eXkltbJAI/s72-c/kids3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-8949231595938250744</id><published>2008-11-01T19:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:24:32.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Sorry anyone who isn't a brother or a sister - this is not an exciting post - here is the list for cousin Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason - Hugo&lt;br /&gt;Sydney - Kambry&lt;br /&gt;Bryn - Kira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - Ella&lt;br /&gt;Tanyon - Owen&lt;br /&gt;Autumn - Lily&lt;br /&gt;Hugo - Luke&lt;br /&gt;Kambry - Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna - Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Thys - Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke - Tanyon&lt;br /&gt;Kira - Niels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kail - Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Lily - Thys&lt;br /&gt;Niels - Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella - Kail&lt;br /&gt;Owen - Bryn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-8949231595938250744?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/8949231595938250744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=8949231595938250744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/8949231595938250744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/8949231595938250744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/11/cousins-christmas-list.html' title='Cousin&apos;s Christmas List'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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-8606028900080177470.post-3671349072503966896</id><published>2008-09-05T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:57:44.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It always helps to have connections . . .</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have read this story on Bryn's blog, but I am going to post my version of what happened.  Yesterday Bryn had piano and dance - that doesn't usually happen - Cheri (the girls' piano teacher was out of town on their regular day).  So, I had to pick Bryn up from piano and hurry and get her to dance.  Well, I guess I was "hurrying" a little too much for the Sandy City police officer I passed and he thought we should have a little chat (I really was only going 11 over the speed limit so it wasn't THAT bad.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized and told him my story about trying to get my daughter between lessons and he didn't seem to have a lot of sympathy for that story and asked for my license and registration which I had ready to hand to him.  When he looked at my license he asked if I was related to Sherriff Winder so I had to explain that Wynder is with a "y" not an "i" (which he should have been able to see on my license).  But, since he seemed to be interested in who I was related to, I used the "my brother was a Sandy City police officer" card.  I asked him how long he had been with Sandy City and he said about 6 years and asked who my brother was.  When I told him Gary's name he said he did know Gary but he kind of looked at me funny and asked if he was my brother-in-law or my "real brother".  I don't know if he thought I looked to old to be Gary's sister or was thinking that we look nothing alike (which is true).  I told him Gary was my "real" brother and he asked how he was doing and if he was still doing his military stuff.  So, we had a nice little talk and he very nicely handed my license and registration back to me and told me I really should slow down and walked back to his car - with me yelling "thank you" out my car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes JaNae, being related to Gary does come in handy.  And, if Gary reads this, or you can tell him, JaNae, the officer's name was R. Nielsen (he looked about the same age as Gary) and he said to tell you "hi".  Other than Bryn being about 15 minutes late for dance everything ended happily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-3671349072503966896?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/3671349072503966896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=3671349072503966896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/3671349072503966896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/3671349072503966896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-always-helps-to-have-connections.html' title='It always helps to have connections . . .'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-3190478632579319546</id><published>2008-08-10T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:21:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the "Favorite Aunt" is work - but it is worth it!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago my niece Anna was at my house and was crying because she didn't want to go home, and I told her that we would have a sleepover one night with her and my other niece and nephew.  When you tell a smart little 4-year old that doesn't forget anything something like that you better prepared to follow through.  So, last Friday night we had our "little cousin" sleepover at Aunt Steph's.  I didn't do it by myself - Bryn and Syd helped a lot (Mason was at scout camp).  We had pizza, made cookies, walked to Snoasis (the best snow cone shack in town!) and got snowcones (we had to walk because I didn't have car seats - luckily it is just a few blocks up the street), made a craft - we always have to have a craft, played games with prizes for the winners, watched a movie and had popcorn, slept for a few hours, had pancakes and waffles for breakfast, and played some more.  Little Thys came for part of the activities but didn't sleep over.  So, here is a picture of my family room around midnight.  Anna - the one with the green pillow is playing like she is asleep for this picture - it may not be such a good idea to give 3, 4, and 5-year olds snow cones at 9:00 at night right before you want them to go to bed!  But, we all made it through the night and nobody woke up crying for their mom in the middle of night - which I was happy about!  We had a lot of fun and we will probably do it again (but don't tell the kids that just yet, Jan and Stace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_Iq4hO5LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HSRG5cKpasg/s1600-h/100_2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121931079640242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_Iq4hO5LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HSRG5cKpasg/s320/100_2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E was really sleeping with her little hand on her cheek - this picture isn't posed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IrOHyY7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/pm2xAOU82iA/s1600-h/100_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121936878494642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IrOHyY7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/pm2xAOU82iA/s320/100_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty little O - he had to sleep in a sleeping bag even though it was a little warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_Ia5_ZkRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4-Kqw8ZtHYs/s1600-h/100_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121656596697362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_Ia5_ZkRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4-Kqw8ZtHYs/s320/100_2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what Anna really looked like at midnight - wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IbSRUhzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t7sBRLdmjKE/s1600-h/100_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121663114315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IbSRUhzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t7sBRLdmjKE/s320/100_2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is E with her lunch box we deocrated for our craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IA2H7aXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GCWsoMv5J90/s1600-h/100_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121208882129266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IA2H7aXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GCWsoMv5J90/s320/100_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O with his lunch box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IBO0uoCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8vaUUiEzXXc/s1600-h/100_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121215512485922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IBO0uoCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8vaUUiEzXXc/s320/100_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although it doesn't look like it in this picture - I think everyone had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stace came to get Anna for her dance class and she wasn't happy about leaving.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't they cute!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IBj-B2rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rwOjxtSWiO4/s1600-h/100_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233121221188639410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_IBj-B2rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rwOjxtSWiO4/s320/100_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, little cousins, thanks for coming and we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-3190478632579319546?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/3190478632579319546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=3190478632579319546' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/3190478632579319546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/3190478632579319546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-favorite-aunt-is-work-but-it-is.html' title='Being the &quot;Favorite Aunt&quot; is work - but it is worth it!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_Iq4hO5LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HSRG5cKpasg/s72-c/100_2484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-2370786995264868906</id><published>2008-08-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:58:18.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>This is my monthly (or bi-monthly) posting session.  We have had a busy end of summer and we are sorry to see summer quickly coming to an end!  The last few weeks we have been to a family reunion (see post below), Mason went to scout camp, I cleaned out and organized every one of our kitchen cupboards, we have finished our school shopping (I wanted to get it done early for a change!), we are watching as much of the Olympics as we can (I have always found it amazing that I get so excited to watch sports I have never watched or even heard of before), and with the exception of Dru (who has to go to work every day) and Sydney who is an "early to bed early to rise" kind of girl - we sleep in every day we can!  We also got to spend some time with my sister and her family which now includes cute little baby Kira.  Les and Jake adopted Kira and we are so lucky that she is part of our family!  The only bad thing about Kira is that they took her home to Montana and we miss her (and Luke and Les &amp;amp; Jake)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_D_Bv9erI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rO9s6-az8o4/s1600-h/kira11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233116779596577458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_D_Bv9erI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rO9s6-az8o4/s320/kira11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the two pictures we used for Kira's baby announcements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke is such a cute big brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_D_hfsf5I/AAAAAAAAAII/t3C7ppp-DUI/s1600-h/kiraandluke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233116788118290322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_D_hfsf5I/AAAAAAAAAII/t3C7ppp-DUI/s320/kiraandluke1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few posts ago I blogged about our trip to Chuck E. Cheese for Anna's birthday.  Just to refresh your memory - O totally freaked out when we walked in the door and the first thing he saw was Chuck E. Cheese.  He ran screaming out of the door and did not want to go back in.  Here is the picture of a traumatized O.  While O was outside crying, Anna was hugging and posing for a picture with Chuck E. Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_DmG3NyBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GXxfHx2-87M/s1600-h/000_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233116351472453650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_DmG3NyBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GXxfHx2-87M/s320/000_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_DmekYhRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qGzhmitpYPo/s1600-h/000_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233116357835916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_DmekYhRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qGzhmitpYPo/s320/000_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-2370786995264868906?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/2370786995264868906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=2370786995264868906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/2370786995264868906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/2370786995264868906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_D_Bv9erI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rO9s6-az8o4/s72-c/kira11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-5634115412491483896</id><published>2008-08-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:41:56.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>The last few days of July we went to Zion's Ponderosa Resort on the east side of Zion's National Park.  We went for a big family reunion with Dru's aunts, uncles, and cousins.  There were probably about 150 people there from Canada to Las Vegas and lots of places in between.  The resort was great, the weather was not too hot, and we had a lot of fun getting reacquainted with all of Dru's relatives.  These are just a couple of pictures we took as we were getting ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_BqzmT85I/AAAAAAAAAHg/p03AoJYp3EA/s1600-h/100_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233114233177371538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_BqzmT85I/AAAAAAAAAHg/p03AoJYp3EA/s320/100_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_BrPRN2fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6zLYYt1cBMw/s1600-h/100_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233114240605084146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_BrPRN2fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6zLYYt1cBMw/s320/100_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason, Syd, and Bryn with their cousins Elizabeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Nathan and Grandma and Grandpa Wynder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-5634115412491483896?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/5634115412491483896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=5634115412491483896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5634115412491483896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5634115412491483896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SJ_BqzmT85I/AAAAAAAAAHg/p03AoJYp3EA/s72-c/100_1041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-2879891144899688050</id><published>2008-08-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:11:16.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Read</title><content type='html'>I saw this list on the blog of a girl (thanks, Maren) that is in my ward and thought I would put it on mine.  I was happy to see that I actually had read more than 6 books - although I am sure Stacey has read way more than I have.  So, I will be watching your blogs to see what books you have read . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Read, an initiative by the National Endowment for the Arts, has estimated that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed. How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Underline the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy (I definitely did not love this book – depressing!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White – the first real book I ever read when I was in 1st grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince- Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-2879891144899688050?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/2879891144899688050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=2879891144899688050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/2879891144899688050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/2879891144899688050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-read.html' title='The Big Read'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-224708389444332695</id><published>2008-07-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:11:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krav Maga/Martial Arts</title><content type='html'>Mason has been BUGGING me to find a place for him to take karate for months. I told him we could maybe find a place once schools was out so he hadn't been out of school 5 minutes when we were looking for a place. We found a place called Paul Evans Martial Arts - and the best part about it is that it is only about 4 blocks straight up the street from our house.&lt;br /&gt;They told us he could come to a class and see if he liked it. Of course, the next teen class they had we were there. When we walked in Paul (the owner) told Mason they would be learning to use some kind of Samurai swords and some kind of staff that night and Mason's eyes got about as big as saucers. Needless to say, we were there two nights later for the next teen class with our money to sign up. The nice thing about this place is we pay one amount and Mason can go up to 6 hours every week. So, Paul tells Mason he should start coming to the Krav Maga class. The only person who might actually know what Krav Maga is would probably be Gary (so if you read this JaNae show it to Gary if he is ever home). It is some kind of martial arts used by the Israeli army or something. So now, in addition to the two nights of the teen class, Mason is now going to two nights of Krav Maga, and they have a weapons class on Fridays we are going to be adding to our schedule so I would say we are definitely getting our money's worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and watched part of the Krav Maga class last night and it was pretty intense. There were a few other teenagers, but most of the people in the class are adults. Mason comes home drenched in sweat after every class and he LOVES, LOVES, LOVES it. I had my camera in the car so I took a few pictures of some of the stuff they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hXnfWBHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hx5zODcRTME/s1600-h/100_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004970301785202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hXnfWBHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hx5zODcRTME/s320/100_2415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This drill would have killed me.  They were supposed to do a stand up or a sit up while one person was holding their legs, then punch three or four times in the air and then when they laid back down another person hit them on the chest (hard) with this big padded thing.  And they had to keep doing it until Paul told them to stop.  I know this isn't a great picture but Mason is on the floor doing a sit up and the guy standing behind Mason's group in all black is the owner.  He is covered in tatoos and looks like this big mean guy but he is surprisingly nice and friendly (when he isn't teaching Krav Maga).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hX1QCC1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/b9JQKxNBs_4/s1600-h/100_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004973995658066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hX1QCC1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/b9JQKxNBs_4/s320/100_2425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For this drill they had to drag themselves across teh floor with someone on their back.  When they got to the other side of the room, they switched places and went back across the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hYNWCt1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/MuCpGwStWn4/s1600-h/100_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004980463318866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hYNWCt1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/MuCpGwStWn4/s320/100_2429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little activity was punching a padded board, but the punching was the easy part.  Holding the padded board without having it hit you in the chest each punch was the hard part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2gxrwlYeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YoLt5rm11rk/s1600-h/100_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004318612808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2gxrwlYeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YoLt5rm11rk/s200/100_2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweaty and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-224708389444332695?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/224708389444332695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=224708389444332695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/224708389444332695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/224708389444332695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/07/krav-magamartial-arts.html' title='Krav Maga/Martial Arts'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2hXnfWBHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hx5zODcRTME/s72-c/100_2415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-4346841898056332791</id><published>2008-07-03T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:51:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E. Cheese</title><content type='html'>We were in Arizona the weekend of Anna's birthday, so we missed her birthday party.  I told her we would let her pick somewhere and we would take her and have our own birthday party with her.  She chose Chuck E. Cheese and Jana decided to bring her kids and come with us.  We went to lunch at Chick O'lay (Chick Fillet) and then went acros the street to every kid's dream and every mother's nightmare.  We actually had a good time and although my kids complained a bit about going to a "little kid" place, they had more fun and went through way more tokens than the little kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole outing was when we were walking into Chuck E. Cheese.  I was holding the door for the kids and Jana was coming in behind us.  Ella and Anna walked in and Owen was right behind them.  Before Jana or I were actually in the door Owen started screaming and crying and turned and ran for the parking lot yelling "I don't want to go in there!"  When I actually got in the door there stood Chuck E. Cheese (Anna had run in and started hugging him while Owen was running out the door).  It was so funny.  I have some pictures of him crying but they are on my camer'a internal memory and my USB cable got stepped on and so I can't plug it in. As soon as I get another cable I will post the pictures of Owen crying.  It took Jana about 5 minutes to convince him it was okay to go in, but he was a bit nervous the whole time.  So, here are some of the pictures of our fun birthday party!  (And, we missed all of our other cousins who weren't there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2btSoVE0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5C3pgUTiO10/s1600-h/100_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998745589683010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2btSoVE0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5C3pgUTiO10/s200/100_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              This was the valuable prize Anna got with her tickets - along with a couple of rings and a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2bt8_tT-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/meXcbpe8RU4/s1600-h/100_2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998756962029538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2bt8_tT-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/meXcbpe8RU4/s200/100_2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen finally recovered from the Chuck E. Cheese sighting and actually played some games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2buQ7cZaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ylxmykExGS8/s1600-h/100_2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998762312852898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2buQ7cZaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ylxmykExGS8/s200/100_2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ella dancing as she was riding the merry-go-round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2bu2_Nv0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/c-d9uACFFuk/s1600-h/100_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998772529217346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2bu2_Nv0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/c-d9uACFFuk/s200/100_2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason will always be a "little kid" at heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2bwO_TC6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RN0acnPQgV8/s1600-h/100_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998796151884706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2bwO_TC6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RN0acnPQgV8/s200/100_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Syd is counting her tickets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999068596452690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2cAF7JPVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f2lb0CLKjJ8/s200/100_2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole group after picking out their prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-4346841898056332791?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/4346841898056332791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=4346841898056332791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/4346841898056332791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/4346841898056332791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/07/chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Chuck E. Cheese'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SG2btSoVE0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5C3pgUTiO10/s72-c/100_2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-7388497505795330403</id><published>2008-05-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:12:14.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Connection to American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I would be better at updating my blog. Nothing too exciting has happened the last few days, although we did get a new bishopric in our ward yesterday, but unfortunately I didn't have my camera at church to take their picture ( jk :-) ) and I hate posting blogs without pictures. So, I thought I would do a post about my connection to American Idol. We have a new assistant principal at Cottonwood this year - Dave Gatti - one of the funniest people I have ever met by the way. Anyway, before he came to Cottonwood, he was a PE teacher at the junior high school in Murray. So, yes, you guessed it, he was David Archuleta's PE teacher in junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day David Archuleta was in Salt Lake for his "hometown visit" Gatti went to the Gateway and was 8th in line with a bunch of 15 year-old girls. He said he felt and probably looked like some sick pervert either stalking David Archuleta or just wanting to be around a bunch of young girls. He almost left, but he decided to stick it out. When David A. was waving to the crowd he saw Gatti and said "Hi Mr. Gatti" which brought tears to Gatti's eyes. David A. was signing autographs at the Gateway so when it was Mr. Gatti's turn for his autograph, David A.'s mom took their picture together. When he got back to school he went from classroom to classroom sharing his story with everyone and anyone who would listen. Then he sent the whole faculty this picture - so there you go, that is my connection to American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SDIi6Ftdr2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HAKRyd4T_c8/s1600-h/gatti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202258900926967650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SDIi6Ftdr2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HAKRyd4T_c8/s320/gatti.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;By the way, this picture is blown up to an 8x10 and is framed hanging on Gatti's office wall between the pictures of his two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-7388497505795330403?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/7388497505795330403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=7388497505795330403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/7388497505795330403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/7388497505795330403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-connection-to-american-idol.html' title='My Connection to American Idol'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SDIi6Ftdr2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HAKRyd4T_c8/s72-c/gatti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-5101838792140811621</id><published>2008-05-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:18:19.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a bad blogger!</title><content type='html'>I kind of knew when I started this blog that it would probably not get updated very frequently. But, I really did intend to post something a little more often than once every 2 months. So, now I am making up for lost time. I was actually out of town about half of the month of March. I was going to post pictures I had taken at the end of the month, but one of the girls on my yearbook staff at school "borrowed" the memory card (with all of my personal pictures) in my camera one day when I was not at school. After she used it for whatever she needed it for, she "misplaced" the memory card - which isn't a surprise. This girl has "misplaced" a Nikon D40 camera and lens, and is always looking for her keys or cell phone. Just the other day she left her wallet in my classroom. She tells me not to worry - she is sure it will show up somewhere, but I am still waiting. So, maybe someday you will see the pictures from my last trip to cheerleading national competition, my Grandma Scott's 90th birthday party, Bryn's dance competition in St. George, and pictures of my trip to San Antonio for the National Business Education Association conference, but don't hold your breath. I am not promising I will update every day, but I will try to be a bit better. I have published 3 new posts today so hopefully that will do a for a few days . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-5101838792140811621?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/5101838792140811621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=5101838792140811621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5101838792140811621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5101838792140811621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/05/confessions-of-bad-blogger.html' title='Confessions of a bad blogger!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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-8606028900080177470.post-6491539262889050903</id><published>2008-05-14T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:08:56.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, where's my car?</title><content type='html'>So, about 23 years ago, Dru brought a brand new Honda Accord.  He loved that car and he drove it FOREVER (okay so it was probably only 10 years or so).  Anyway, he finally got a new car but the Honda was not in any shape to really trade in or sell.  So, it has been sitting in our driveway for the last several years.  It kind of became a permanent fixture in front of our house and drove my mom crazy!  Last weekend, we finally had someone tow it away.  We took this picture with Dru standing in the spot where the car was parked, and made it into a card for my mom for mother's day.  She said it was the best Mother's Day present she had ever gotten and Jana gave Dru a standing ovation.  It is nice to have it gone, although Dru was a bit sad to see it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt94ltdr1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lim6qCQfUfw/s1600-h/100_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200388605878316882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt94ltdr1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lim6qCQfUfw/s320/100_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-6491539262889050903?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/6491539262889050903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=6491539262889050903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/6491539262889050903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/6491539262889050903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-wheres-my-car.html' title='Dude, where&apos;s my car?'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt94ltdr1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lim6qCQfUfw/s72-c/100_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-1206072051187348716</id><published>2008-05-14T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:10:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Cousins</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures Bryn took on Mother's Day of her cute cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200387149884403522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8j1tdr0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/70YsNyWIkVA/s200/100_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8cltdrzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/enGGBzTX-ks/s1600-h/100_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200387025330351922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8cltdrzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/enGGBzTX-ks/s200/100_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8UltdryI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FsrrvVYvyrM/s1600-h/100_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200386887891398434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8UltdryI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FsrrvVYvyrM/s200/100_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8LFtdrxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uFbm5sRdsL8/s1600-h/100_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200386724682641170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8LFtdrxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uFbm5sRdsL8/s200/100_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-1206072051187348716?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/1206072051187348716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=1206072051187348716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/1206072051187348716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/1206072051187348716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/05/cute-cousins.html' title='Cute Cousins'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt8j1tdr0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/70YsNyWIkVA/s72-c/100_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-2608421353326454688</id><published>2008-05-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:27:37.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryn's New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago, Bryn decided she wanted a new haircut. She had to wait until all of her dance competitions and the year end show were over (she had to wear her hair in a straight ponytail). Her last dance performance was last night, so she had me call and get an appointment with Mindy (Hi, Mindy!) today to cut her hair. It looks super cute and she loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the before picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0eFtdrwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fi1pikJ4k9s/s1600-h/100_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378255007133442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0eFtdrwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fi1pikJ4k9s/s320/100_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the new haircut (front, side, and back views)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0WltdrvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t33pJk0oEDk/s1600-h/100_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378126158114546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0WltdrvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t33pJk0oEDk/s320/100_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0BVtdruI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oqO-5vlbwPw/s1600-h/100_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200377761085894370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0BVtdruI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oqO-5vlbwPw/s320/100_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCtz6FtdrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YjbAq-D0Rn0/s1600-h/100_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200377636531842770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCtz6FtdrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YjbAq-D0Rn0/s320/100_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-2608421353326454688?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/2608421353326454688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=2608421353326454688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/2608421353326454688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/2608421353326454688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/05/bryns-new-haircut.html' title='Bryn&apos;s New Haircut'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCt0eFtdrwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fi1pikJ4k9s/s72-c/100_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-9085557346429316887</id><published>2008-05-12T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:50:02.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a couple of days late, but since Jana does blogs for people's birthdays, I thought someone should do one for her. JaNae had a very nice post, but didn't have a lot of pictures with her, so here goes . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember about 30 years and 6 months ago my mom told me she was going to have a baby. I had just turned 13 and I was in the 8th grade. I already had 4 younger brothers and sisters and I didn't think I needed one more. So, I told my mom that I was not going to tend this baby and that this baby could be Stacey's problem. But, somehow, that all changed the day my mom and dad brought Jana home from the hospital. I remember holding her, and my mom said to me "I thought this was going to be Stacey's baby," and I don't remember exactly what I said but something like "I think I have changed my mind." Ever since then I have felt like Jana's half sister/half mom. I remember spending a lot of time with Jana. When she was little, I remember putting her in the seat on the back of my mom's bike and taking her on bike rides. I remember when I moved into an apartment my second year of college (about 1 mile down the street from my parents' house) I would call home at night and talk to Jana and my roommates couldn't figure out what I had to talk about with a 5-year old for so long. As she got older and I moved a little farther away, I always liked to have Jana (and her friends) come and stay with me - although I don't remember letting her and her friends come and stay with me so they could go dancing and stay out late but she said (in one of her blog posts) that I did. And, I can't think about Jana without thinking about Nicci, Steph, JaNae, and Carol and all of the "fun" (mom would probaby call it trouble) they managed to get in - which I am sure most of us don't know half of what they really did! Whenever Jana is around there is always something fun happening (except for those ornery years - but only ornery at home - between the ages of 13-18)! I actually think Jana is responsible for me and Dru getting married since she told Dru at Sunday dinner one day that he was pathetic and then walked away from the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, Jana turning 30 does make me feel old since I remember the day she was born like it was just a few years ago, but I am so proud of the person that she has grown up to be. She is still the "life of the party" and is such a great mom to her cute kids! I think during this last year, she has proven to all of us that she has more strength, courage, and faith, than we ever thought any of us had! I think I speak for our whole family when I say that our family definitely would not be the same without Jana, and even though she is the baby of our family, she is a great example to all of us and we all look up to her and are so proud of her!!!! So, happy birthday Jan, and I hope "30" is a GREAT year!!!!!!! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the only baby pictures I could find - I guess when you are the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;youngest of six kids you don't get your picture taken much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was when Jana was probably about 5 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722662609137346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkgNltdrsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WMqHTqqFF-I/s320/Jana_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jana was looking at this picture yesterday and said she didn't think&lt;br /&gt;O looked like her, but she decided maybe he did look like her - I think so! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkgEVtdrrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j3-Wcit8Gm8/s1600-h/jana_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722503695347378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkgEVtdrrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j3-Wcit8Gm8/s320/jana_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkf61tdrqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bh0ruRedaeE/s1600-h/Jana_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722340486590114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkf61tdrqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bh0ruRedaeE/s320/Jana_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a picture of Jana during a dance recital with the famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"LaVaun Turner School of Dance." The funny thing about this picture is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she didn't do much dancing and cried during the whole thing - the dance was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the song "If You're Happy and You Know It!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(At least she didn't have to do "I've Got a Doggy with a Long Tail!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfxVtdrpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lKEkegoaXJk/s1600-h/Jana_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722177277832850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfxVtdrpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lKEkegoaXJk/s320/Jana_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont' think there was a date on this picture, but it is probably &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kindergarten or 1st grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfnVtdroI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dGBXeUeAZlo/s1600-h/Jana_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722005479140994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfnVtdroI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dGBXeUeAZlo/s320/Jana_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to use this picture because it is SOOOO NOT Jana -&lt;br /&gt;I doubt we will be seeing E in a dance costume like this with make-up&lt;br /&gt;and big bangs any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfc1tdrnI/AAAAAAAAADw/R0-zdVXlVpw/s1600-h/Jana_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721825090514546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfc1tdrnI/AAAAAAAAADw/R0-zdVXlVpw/s320/Jana_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing this picture is probably 3rd or 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfU1tdrmI/AAAAAAAAADo/zwDvyYL9qDo/s1600-h/Jana_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721687651561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfU1tdrmI/AAAAAAAAADo/zwDvyYL9qDo/s320/Jana_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jan, can I take E to Lagoon when she is about 10 years old and dress her&lt;br /&gt;up like a sleezy saloon girl with a gun and have her picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfKVtdrlI/AAAAAAAAADg/EEPKhksR7Eo/s1600-h/Jana_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721507262934610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkfKVtdrlI/AAAAAAAAADg/EEPKhksR7Eo/s320/Jana_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jan and Nic - I didn't find very many funny pictures so I just had&lt;br /&gt;to use this one - I'll call it "Bathing Beauties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCke_1tdrkI/AAAAAAAAADY/v_qAVtK4Px4/s1600-h/Jana_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721326874308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCke_1tdrkI/AAAAAAAAADY/v_qAVtK4Px4/s320/Jana_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Jan with our sisters Leslie and Stacey in Holland when my&lt;br /&gt;parents took Jana and Leslie to pick up Stace after her mission.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone notice a missing sister??? Oh, yeah, that would be me -&lt;br /&gt;I was home working.&lt;br /&gt;Jana went to Europe twice before she graduated from high school, and&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ever been - but don't worry I'm not bitter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCke11tdrjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hxQdbK9YB6g/s1600-h/Jana_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721155075616306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCke11tdrjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hxQdbK9YB6g/s320/Jana_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Jana's first day of 8th grade. Nice tan legs, but wasn't it a little hot&lt;br /&gt;the first day of school to wear a long-sleeved flannel outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkejltdriI/AAAAAAAAADI/JbQpzRPzplg/s1600-h/Jana_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720841543003682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkejltdriI/AAAAAAAAADI/JbQpzRPzplg/s320/Jana_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Glam Jan"&lt;br /&gt;Jana loves this picture - jk :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkeYFtdrhI/AAAAAAAAADA/in4GVHciQw8/s1600-h/Jana_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720643974508050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkeYFtdrhI/AAAAAAAAADA/in4GVHciQw8/s320/Jana_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jana's senior picture, but she didn't like it much and had&lt;br /&gt;Carol take another picture - but I couldn't find any copies of the other picture&lt;br /&gt;except the one in the frame hanging on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkeK1tdrgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bClKtsxNchA/s1600-h/Jana_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720416341241346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkeK1tdrgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bClKtsxNchA/s320/Jana_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our "sister pictures" at Jana and Jeremy's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkd-VtdrfI/AAAAAAAAACw/nOO3IuO_c8Q/s1600-h/Jana_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720201592876530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkd-VtdrfI/AAAAAAAAACw/nOO3IuO_c8Q/s320/Jana_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jan with E, O, and one of the famous bunnies that was proud to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the only pets this family will ever have - even if it was just for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkde1tdreI/AAAAAAAAACo/XR2NsYwVRwY/s1600-h/000_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199719660426997218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkde1tdreI/AAAAAAAAACo/XR2NsYwVRwY/s320/000_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday!&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/8606028900080177470-9085557346429316887?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/9085557346429316887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=9085557346429316887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/9085557346429316887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/9085557346429316887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-jana.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jana!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/SCkgNltdrsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WMqHTqqFF-I/s72-c/Jana_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606028900080177470.post-5232603764442254820</id><published>2008-03-05T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:06:39.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mason and Sydney!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I thought I would copy Jana's idea and start my blog with a happy birthday message to Mason and Sydney.  It is hard to believe you are going to be 13!  It seems like just a couple of years ago you were cute little babies and now you are going to be teenagers - I don't know where the time has gone.  I just want you to know that I love you and I am proud of you for the good kids that you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day old with Grandma June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IHZaMWtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVy_O6cvjUg/s1600-h/ms4thofjuly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IH5aMWvI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hf_X8yFXi88/s1600-h/mswithgrandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174504166123133682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IH5aMWvI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hf_X8yFXi88/s320/mswithgrandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your first real pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IHpaMWuI/AAAAAAAAACA/kx_RRJqwEy4/s1600-h/blueclothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174504161828166370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IHpaMWuI/AAAAAAAAACA/kx_RRJqwEy4/s320/blueclothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IHJaMWsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZPkeEHhwJ_s/s1600-h/ms4thofjuly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174504153238231746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IHJaMWsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZPkeEHhwJ_s/s320/ms4thofjuly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason hasn't changed much . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IG5aMWrI/AAAAAAAAABo/XeZMl2L3New/s1600-h/mason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174504148943264434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IG5aMWrI/AAAAAAAAABo/XeZMl2L3New/s320/mason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just had to include this picture of Sydney with her "whole rolls" of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-HWZaMWqI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q119zDdvlg8/s1600-h/sydtp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174503315719608994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-HWZaMWqI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q119zDdvlg8/s320/sydtp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606028900080177470-5232603764442254820?l=thewynders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/feeds/5232603764442254820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606028900080177470&amp;postID=5232603764442254820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5232603764442254820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606028900080177470/posts/default/5232603764442254820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewynders.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-mason-and-sydney.html' title='Happy Birthday Mason and Sydney!!!!!'/><author><name>Steph Wynder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06878904602786804030</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/_7EMNx2IGHzE/R8-IH5aMWvI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hf_X8yFXi88/s72-c/mswithgrandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
