<?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-6289059041072377584</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:32:06.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes</title><subtitle type='html'>There is no rhyme or reason to this blog.  Just my thoughts on different things that go on in my life or around me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-5217287558085290760</id><published>2010-06-20T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:28:32.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Cake</title><content type='html'>Here is a delicous reciepe from my Aunt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-heat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup softened butter&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sour cream ( I substitute Greek Yogurt and highly recommend it)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour (You can't go wrong with King Arthur)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt ( I never add)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped pecans ( I use walnuts, it is a matter of personal taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beat the butter and 1 cup of the sugar together until fluffy.&amp;nbsp; Beat in eggs, one at a time.&amp;nbsp; Stir in sour cream (or greek yogurt), lemon juice, and vanilla.&amp;nbsp; Beat until well blended.&amp;nbsp; In a seperate bowl sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.&amp;nbsp; Stir into the batter until it is smooth.&amp;nbsp; Spoon half the batter into a greased 9- inch tube pan.&amp;nbsp; Combine remaining sugar, nutes and cinnamon and sprinkle two-thirds of it over the batter.&amp;nbsp; Top with remaining mixture of nuts.&amp;nbsp; Place in center rack of oven and bake at 350 for 30 to 35 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Serve Warm and enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5217287558085290760?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5217287558085290760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5217287558085290760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5217287558085290760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5217287558085290760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/06/coffee-cake.html' title='Coffee Cake'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-5352165434565699986</id><published>2010-04-01T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:04:08.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>It is April Fools day and I have no good jokes to play.&amp;nbsp; That is fine with me because I am more excited about it being April.&amp;nbsp; I am listening to birds chirping outside and have opened the windows in the house to let the fresh, crisp spring air in.&amp;nbsp; This time of rebirth for nature is one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me of my Saviors love for not only me but for all of his children.&amp;nbsp; He sacrificed all for us so that we could be free to choose to come back to him.&amp;nbsp; His sacrifice gave us the Atonement which gives us the chance to be forgiven when we go through a dark season in our life.&amp;nbsp; Spring gives us hope just as the Atonement gives us hope.&amp;nbsp; On this first day of April I am reflecting on the Savior and his infinite love for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5352165434565699986?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5352165434565699986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5352165434565699986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5352165434565699986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5352165434565699986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-4534208401829165048</id><published>2010-03-31T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:07:18.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Hershey Peanut Butter Caramel Kiss cookies</title><content type='html'>I am going to share this wonderful cookie reciepe that a friend had given me years ago.&amp;nbsp; I tweaked a couple of things in the reciepe to make it my own.&amp;nbsp; I use King Arthur All Purpose Flour.&amp;nbsp;It makes a better cookie.&amp;nbsp;I use a jar of FRESH&amp;nbsp;peanut butter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you don't have one that is fine but again the&amp;nbsp;new fresh jar makes a better cookie.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I use the hershey caramel kisses, because who would not want a cookie with peanut butter, chocolate and caramel.&amp;nbsp; For the pans I use the thicker baking ones or I will use a stonewear pan.&amp;nbsp; The stonewear pan seems to produce a cookie that stays moist longer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift:&amp;nbsp; 3 1/2 cup flour&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2 tsp baking soda&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;Set Aside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;In a seperate bowl:&lt;br /&gt;Cream:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1 Cup Peanut Butter and 1 Cup Shortening&lt;br /&gt;Add:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1 Cup white sugar and 1 Cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;Add:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2 eggs, 4 Tbsp milk and 2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the creamed mixture with flour mixture and shape into balls. Roll in sugar.&amp;nbsp; Bake on Ungreased cookie sheet at 375 degrees for 8 minutes.&amp;nbsp;Place the unrwapped hershey caramel kiss on top so the cookie cracks.&amp;nbsp; Return to oven and bake 2 to 3 more minutes longer.&amp;nbsp; Cool on a cookie rack and then Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-4534208401829165048?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4534208401829165048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=4534208401829165048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/4534208401829165048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/4534208401829165048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-hershey-peanut-butter-caramel-kiss.html' title='The best Hershey Peanut Butter Caramel Kiss cookies'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-5843961623408479126</id><published>2010-03-12T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:30:35.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year in Virginia! &amp;nbsp;Our weather patterns resemble more of the rainy pacific northwest weather. &amp;nbsp;I must say I do enjoy it for a couple of days. &amp;nbsp;Then I am ready for the sun to make her appearance again. &amp;nbsp;I am ready for the flowers to start blooming, the tree buds to pop out and am so ready for the longer days. &amp;nbsp;Spring is here and you can smell it in the air, feel it on your skin, welcome back humidity, and the added spring to my step definatley indicates the new season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5843961623408479126?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5843961623408479126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5843961623408479126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5843961623408479126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5843961623408479126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/03/seattle.html' title='Seattle'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-1689463098041949911</id><published>2010-03-09T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:16:08.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons</title><content type='html'>Spring is just around the corner and I could not be happier. &amp;nbsp;I have had a very difficult winter season for many reasons that I have kept to myself. &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to shed my winter coat and welcome in spring. &amp;nbsp;With the new season approaching I am already feeling a sense of relief, a sense of peace and a sense of renewal. &amp;nbsp;So as the the flowers and trees start blooming I hope my spirit will do the same. I hope that as the sun stays out longer and shows us those beautiful sun rays that I will as well become more of a light to those around me in all places in my life. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful for this approaching Spring season and am grateful for the past difficult season because it gave me an opportunity to grow and become a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-1689463098041949911?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1689463098041949911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=1689463098041949911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/1689463098041949911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/1689463098041949911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/03/seasons.html' title='seasons'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-2680108499342272132</id><published>2010-03-09T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:06:16.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>I have decided that posting about my daily workouts is not only boring for me but boring for anyone else who might possibly read this little blog, which I am pretty sure is noone but me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-2680108499342272132?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2680108499342272132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2680108499342272132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2680108499342272132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2680108499342272132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/03/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-6196563990509713614</id><published>2010-03-03T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:15:41.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10</title><content type='html'>Last night was a cardio intense workout!&amp;nbsp; My lungs were burning and I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest!&amp;nbsp; I am starting to feel better and am noticing I have more energy.&amp;nbsp; Eighty more days to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-6196563990509713614?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6196563990509713614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6196563990509713614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6196563990509713614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6196563990509713614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-10.html' title='day 10'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-2643461957043004107</id><published>2010-03-02T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:00:52.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new week</title><content type='html'>Last night started a whole new week of the p90x cycle.&amp;nbsp; I actually was able to keep up a little better last night.&amp;nbsp; Time will tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-2643461957043004107?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2643461957043004107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2643461957043004107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2643461957043004107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2643461957043004107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-week.html' title='new week'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-3845303690286098974</id><published>2010-02-28T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:44:32.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>days 5 and 6</title><content type='html'>Days 5 and 6 were a bit challanging.&amp;nbsp; The legs and back workout was hard.&amp;nbsp; I can't even do one pull up!&amp;nbsp;What I like about the legs and back is that the instructor alternates between the two so that you don't get bored and so that your legs are shaking so bad that you can't keep going.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was a cardio kickboxing like workout.&amp;nbsp; It was ok.&amp;nbsp; I think i need to put more effort into it because I was not really breathing that hard or breaking much of&amp;nbsp; a sweat.&amp;nbsp; Today is my day off and the I start week 2 tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-3845303690286098974?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3845303690286098974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=3845303690286098974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/3845303690286098974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/3845303690286098974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/02/days-5-and-6.html' title='days 5 and 6'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-5528204033870441926</id><published>2010-02-26T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:29:49.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missed a day</title><content type='html'>I did not do my yoga workout yesterday - whoops - sometimes there are parts of my life that are much more important than exercise.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready to do my workout - legs, back and abs.&amp;nbsp; Should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5528204033870441926?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5528204033870441926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5528204033870441926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5528204033870441926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5528204033870441926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/02/missed-day.html' title='missed a day'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-2164009831485243512</id><published>2010-02-25T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:07:26.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>I am again posting about day 3 on the morning of day 4?&amp;nbsp; I have some time management issues at the moment.&amp;nbsp; I had to cut my workout short last night because I had to get my daughter to her youth activity.&amp;nbsp; But what i did was tough.&amp;nbsp; It was shouldars and arms and boy were they burning in the 35 minutes I did workout.&amp;nbsp; Tonight is Yoga so I am hoping that will be a little bit of a rest for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-2164009831485243512?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2164009831485243512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2164009831485243512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2164009831485243512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2164009831485243512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-5307630952487644140</id><published>2010-02-24T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:34:27.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>I am writing about day 2 of p90x on the morning of day three.&amp;nbsp; The reason being that I was so tired after the workout last night I went to bed!&amp;nbsp; I am definately feeling musles in my body that I have not felt since doing a "Boot Camp" class years ago.&amp;nbsp; This is good but also somewhat painful.&amp;nbsp; My daughter joined me last night for the cardio x 45 minute workout.&amp;nbsp; This made it much more fun.&amp;nbsp; My heartrate was definately up there, at one point it was 179, and it felt great.&amp;nbsp; Tonight is going to be tougher because it is upper body work and I have a weak upper body.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I will be able to type when the workout is done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5307630952487644140?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5307630952487644140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5307630952487644140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5307630952487644140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5307630952487644140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-5446331484694753131</id><published>2010-02-22T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:27:27.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>p90x</title><content type='html'>I have just started the p90x workout program.&amp;nbsp; Today was my first day and it was hard.&amp;nbsp; Not exagattering here it was really hard.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention how hard the first workout was?&amp;nbsp; Before I began the program I was suppose to take a picture for before and after.&amp;nbsp; So not going to happen.&amp;nbsp; I will take measurements and store them in a sacred place and hopefully after 90 days those numbers will be smaller.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to blog about this experience.&amp;nbsp; Should be interesting since I am probably the most random blogger on the face of this planet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here is to sticking to goals.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5446331484694753131?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5446331484694753131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5446331484694753131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5446331484694753131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5446331484694753131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2010/02/p90x.html' title='p90x'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-7771339435620441737</id><published>2009-06-25T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:37:08.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY</title><content type='html'>I must admit when I first signed Christina up for EFY I was very nervous.  I have never been away from Christina for more than a couple of days.  There was some sadness because she is a wonderful child and I knew I would miss her greatly. I have had a hard week without her.  I miss her terribly.  She has been calling me every night to chat and say good night.  Tonight when she called there was such an enthusiasm in her voice I knew something great happened.  Something wonderful did happen.  She bore her testimony for the first time in her life.  While she was on the phone with me describing how EFY has helped her find her testimony and how it has changed her life spiritually I knew I had done the right thing.  Letting go is hard but in this case it is worth it.  She just could not stop talking about how happy she was to finally feel the spirit so strong and how happy she was to bear her testimony and share those feelings.  So through tears of complete joy I chatted with her about her experience at EFY.  I am grateful she has had this opportunity.  I can't wait to go pick her up Saturday morning. I am bringing tissues because I know I am going to need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-7771339435620441737?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7771339435620441737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=7771339435620441737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7771339435620441737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7771339435620441737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2009/06/efy.html' title='EFY'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-167993005311864629</id><published>2009-05-21T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:03:21.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is all about Perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christina has been trying out for a solo in chorus since she began middle school.  Each fall and spring she would try out for a solo and each fall and spring she would not be picked.  She never gave up though.  She kept trying out and all that perseverance paid off!  She had her first solo of her middle school chorus years tonight.  The spring concert of her 8th grade year.  She was so excited when she came home from school yesterday that I knew something really good happened.  She was so hyper she could barely get the sentence out to tell me she got the solo.  Her voice teacher and good friend of mine Kristen and another good friend of mine Tianna came to watch her performance.  I am grateful for friends who willingly sit through an entire chorus concert of which none of their children are participating in.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so proud of Christina for not giving up!  She never got down about not being picked for solo's she just said I will try harder next time.  So all of her hard work has been rewarded and I have a very happy 8th grader this evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-167993005311864629?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/167993005311864629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=167993005311864629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/167993005311864629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/167993005311864629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-all-about-perseverance.html' title='It is all about Perseverance'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-2558198398162350245</id><published>2009-05-10T09:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:09:30.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to believe I have been a Mom for 14 years. It really does seem like yesterday that Christina was born. It is funny how your appreciation of Mothers increases ten fold when you in fact become a Mother. Although it is the hardest job in the World it is also the most rewarding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning my wonderful daughter made me delicious Blueberry Muffins. They were my Noni's recipe and my favorite.  Here are some pictures of the yummy muffins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePY4L52I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NVRePIJWmMI/s1600-h/mom+day+muffins+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334195164624447330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePY4L52I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NVRePIJWmMI/s200/mom+day+muffins+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePY2GE_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/zePZOfMtGwY/s1600-h/mom+day+muffins+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334195164615676914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePY2GE_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/zePZOfMtGwY/s200/mom+day+muffins+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePncTgeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5jZ5zjjgvpQ/s1600-h/mom+day+muffins+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334195168534036962" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePncTgeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5jZ5zjjgvpQ/s200/mom+day+muffins+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePncTgeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5jZ5zjjgvpQ/s1600-h/mom+day+muffins+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is the recipe as written by Noni, my Italian Grandmother.  Enjoy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup berries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 t. baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 t. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg well beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup melted shortening ( which really means butter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash and drain the berries.  Mix and sift flour, sugar, baking powder and salt and set aside.  Combine egg, milk and melted shortening.  Add all at once to the flour mixture.  Stir till liquid is absorbed.  Gently fold in berries.  Fill greased muffin pans 2/3 full.  Heat oven to 400 F. and bake for 20 minutes or until brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope all my wonderful friends have a fabulous Mothers Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePncTgeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5jZ5zjjgvpQ/s1600-h/mom+day+muffins+003.jpg"&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/6289059041072377584-2558198398162350245?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2558198398162350245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2558198398162350245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2558198398162350245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2558198398162350245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SgbePY4L52I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NVRePIJWmMI/s72-c/mom+day+muffins+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-8186974408611117391</id><published>2009-04-22T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:58:02.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina's first Church Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327697803347449826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Se_I7L8nV-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yi42BBpeUdw/s200/3237_1068212821295_1105290625_30210988_5608126_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Se_I7cJwN3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dAdpuIB-OGg/s1600-h/christinas+first+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327697807697524594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Se_I7cJwN3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dAdpuIB-OGg/s200/christinas+first+dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Se_I7J952aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d8awo_4J71o/s1600-h/cabs+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327697802815986082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Se_I7J952aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d8awo_4J71o/s200/cabs+dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina turned 14 back in March and this is the "magical age" that the youth are allowed to start going to dances.  She was really excited to go and apparently was having a good time before the dance even started.  She got asked to dance by one boy and that was good enough for her.  Her secret crush was not there so she was slightly bummed.  When I peaked in the last couple of minutes, because as a parent I just can't help myself, she was skipping around the gym without a care in the world.  She did not stop and think, people are looking at me I should act "normal".  She just kept skipping and twirling and having a great time.  I love that she has not lost the ability to just have fun and be herself.  I hope that she keeps that for a long time.  I hope her spirits are never crushed by someone making fun of her because she is having a good time and maybe not dancing "cool" like everyone else.  Sometimes our children teach us valuable lessons.  As I was watching her I thought why do we let what other people might think from holding us back from skipping when we want to.  She reminded me that being ourselves is a great thing.  So thank you Christina for having the strength and courage to be yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6289059041072377584-8186974408611117391?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8186974408611117391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=8186974408611117391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/8186974408611117391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/8186974408611117391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2009/04/christinas-first-church-dance.html' title='Christina&apos;s first Church Dance!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/Se_I7L8nV-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yi42BBpeUdw/s72-c/3237_1068212821295_1105290625_30210988_5608126_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-6737643975614090905</id><published>2009-04-06T20:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:59:01.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Sdqk9RA1qoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1ThaJAd-BTo/s1600-h/DSCN0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321747282137557634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Sdqk9RA1qoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1ThaJAd-BTo/s200/DSCN0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SdqjQdtcofI/AAAAAAAAANw/D6vrf5zminI/s1600-h/DSCN0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321745412940145138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SdqjQdtcofI/AAAAAAAAANw/D6vrf5zminI/s200/DSCN0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Sdqip8IItqI/AAAAAAAAANo/7s4-_GLisVM/s1600-h/DSCN0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744751090251426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/Sdqip8IItqI/AAAAAAAAANo/7s4-_GLisVM/s200/DSCN0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year in early spring my daugher, my Dad and I go to the tidal basin in Washington D.C. to see the Cherry Trees in full bloom. If you live in the Washington Metropolitan area and have never been I highly recommend going. We go very early Sunday Morning, we leave Leesburg at 6am, so we can beat the crowds and get into D.C. around 6:45. By the time we park, which does not take that long because my Dad works for the F.A.A. and can park at their building which is only about 5 blocks from the tidal basin, we are usually at the basin by 7:15 a.m. It is wonderful that we can take our time walking around because there is hardly anyone there. It is peaceful, beautiful and a great way to spend time with the family. We always visit the Jefferson Memorial and walk up the steps to read the words written so long ago and need to be remembered more often. This is my absolute favorite thing to do in the Spring. To me it represents the start of Spring a new Season where we can come out of our Winter doldrums and start anew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-6737643975614090905?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6737643975614090905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6737643975614090905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6737643975614090905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6737643975614090905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-blossoms.html' title='Cherry Blossoms'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/Sdqk9RA1qoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1ThaJAd-BTo/s72-c/DSCN0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-6208665490758360014</id><published>2009-01-08T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:34:46.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Well it is the New Year and I was thinking it was time for a new name for my blog. I think the other name was too stuffy and did not fit well. So I have changed the name to one of my favorite songs and have given my blog a "face lift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-6208665490758360014?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6208665490758360014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6208665490758360014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6208665490758360014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6208665490758360014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-6788558050394846530</id><published>2008-12-26T16:21:00.044-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:40:57.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every year we have a tradition of getting a live Christmas tree. Christina has picked out the tree the last couple of years and always does an excellent job. This year she did another great job. When we were in Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving we, Christina, Barry, Lee and I, went to the tree farm we have gone to the last couple of years and walked around for about 30 minute before Christina found our tree. Barry sawed down the tree and then Christina and Lee carried it over to the tree bailing machine. So I did not get any pictures of us picking out the tree. But I do have pictures of the "finished product". I also have some pictures of my favorite ornaments, with a short explanation underneath. Plus the bow at the top that my awesome Sister in Law made for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVOdjUlMGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qaY2qNAvNXA/s1600-h/DSCN0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284216007393882210" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVOdjUlMGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qaY2qNAvNXA/s200/DSCN0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284217052251403410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVPaXuBtJI/AAAAAAAAALY/wwj4UszvAQg/s200/DSCN0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Loudoun County Court House &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284227400315917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVY0tQ3UuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O4JTSYOMCDg/s200/DSCN0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christina's "1st year" ornament&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284217039783385698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVPZpRa2mI/AAAAAAAAALI/TPptSv8EQJg/s200/DSCN0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A cute little Italian ornament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVWRDC62II/AAAAAAAAAMA/zfw2UOhMG2M/s1600-h/DSCN0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284224588664461442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVWRDC62II/AAAAAAAAAMA/zfw2UOhMG2M/s200/DSCN0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVYTIMgQzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H8DWGtS6IiY/s1600-h/DSCN0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226823429833522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVYTIMgQzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H8DWGtS6IiY/s200/DSCN0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;White House Ornaments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVXN1rwLLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EchYx1aO5BI/s1600-h/DSCN0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284225633049652402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVXN1rwLLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EchYx1aO5BI/s200/DSCN0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVXN1rwLLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EchYx1aO5BI/s1600-h/DSCN0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVXBtq6DrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DVtIxwClDLg/s1600-h/DSCN0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284225424740191922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVXBtq6DrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DVtIxwClDLg/s200/DSCN0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The bow my sister in law made for us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see my Family's tree is a mish mosh of ornaments that we have collected over the years. Each ornament was given as a gift or picked out by one of us for a reason. When it is lit there are white lights and the big colored lights. The colored light strand is the same one my parents bought when they were first married, so not so energy efficient but very sentimental. Each year the tree is different but the ornaments that mean so much to us are the same, with the exception of ones that are added that have been given as gifts by friends, which are the best, and that is why I love how our family decorates our tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-6788558050394846530?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6788558050394846530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6788558050394846530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6788558050394846530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6788558050394846530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SVVOdjUlMGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qaY2qNAvNXA/s72-c/DSCN0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-3549715509219022210</id><published>2008-11-30T18:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:08:57.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back last night from Pennsylvania. The whole family spends Thanksgiving there. Our Thanksgiving is Italian style which means we eat way more than everyone else. Our first big meal is at noon and that is homemade ravioli with homemade sauce. Then at around 5pm we eat the regular thanksgiving meal of turkey and all the trimmings. Lots of food and napping going on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we hung out then Saturday morning my Dad, daughter, nephew and I went to a cut your own tree farm and picked out our tree. Why do you ask do we get the tree in Pennsylvania and haul it back to Virginia, because it is only $25.00 in Pennsylvania and in Northern Virginia the same tree at a tree farm would be $60.00. Well my daughter picked out the tree, that is her job every year and she did an excellent job as usual. Then it was back to my Aunts house for my cousin Steven's fiancee’s bridal shower. Mandy got great presents and there was even more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally while the bridal shower was going on my daughter snuck out to hang with the boy cousins who were shooting a potato gun. Which my daughter of course had her turn and her potato went the furthest. It went all the way across my Aunts Yard which is about 200 yards then across the street into the woods somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot my Uncle Charlie revealed his Car that he built from a kit. It is a Cobra and it is awesome. My Dad and Uncle Charlie were airline mechanics together at TWA at Kennedy Airport for like 20 years together so they both know their way around a garage. I am going to post some of the pictures. They don't really do the car justice but you get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMp4wxh2NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pyNBBsm5H8U/s1600-h/SDC10186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274605643723036882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMp4wxh2NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pyNBBsm5H8U/s200/SDC10186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274604040390353362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s200/SDC10187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMqMCqGRjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/01DFjsMkpjE/s1600-h/SDC10188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274605974941222450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMqMCqGRjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/01DFjsMkpjE/s200/SDC10188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for all of the blessings I have in my life.  I have a wonderful supportive family and friends that are the best.  Thank you to all who have been there for me.  Even if I don't express it all the time I am so grateful for my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMobb5OodI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HiB1X3B4uQs/s1600-h/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6289059041072377584-3549715509219022210?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3549715509219022210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=3549715509219022210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/3549715509219022210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/3549715509219022210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving fun!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/STMp4wxh2NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pyNBBsm5H8U/s72-c/SDC10186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-161933157996418521</id><published>2008-10-04T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:59:10.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/clevercupcakes/2475149762/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I finally did it! I completed all of my credits for my Bachelors Degree! I am beyond excited. It has been a long hard road but feels great to be done. I am so grateful to my really supportive family, especially my daughter, who have been really patient and encouraging me every step of the way! Now what to do with my spare time????? The possibilities are endless :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-161933157996418521?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/161933157996418521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=161933157996418521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/161933157996418521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/161933157996418521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-6013054865554339827</id><published>2008-08-03T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:27:07.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMs9yeBSI/AAAAAAAAAII/vDs0Vk8_2S0/s1600-h/DSCN0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230452352621610274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMs9yeBSI/AAAAAAAAAII/vDs0Vk8_2S0/s200/DSCN0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMs5r0x7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wl8zNWnecto/s1600-h/DSCN0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230452351519999922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMs5r0x7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wl8zNWnecto/s200/DSCN0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMtFThpDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bo7iuppksfc/s1600-h/DSCN0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230452354639307826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMtFThpDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bo7iuppksfc/s200/DSCN0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter and I got back from our short little jaunt up to New York. We actually got back, well raced is more like it, yesterday so we could pick our copies of Breaking Dawn and start reading them. I finished last night and love, love, love this book. It is my favorite out of the series. The book signing/concert with Stephenie Meyer and the lead singer of Blue October, Justin Furstenfeld totally rocked!!!!!! Christina and I had so much fun at the event and just getting to spend time together was the best. I am including some pictures I took during the concert/chatting part of the evening. No pictures were allowed during autographing, which is completely understandable considering there were 2,000 people there to get signatures. To sum it up in one word - incredible!!!!!! Stephenie Meyer's is awesome. Her books are wonderful and she seems to have an incredibly warm and happy spirit about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-6013054865554339827?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6013054865554339827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6013054865554339827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6013054865554339827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6013054865554339827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-york-trip.html' title='New York Trip'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SJZMs9yeBSI/AAAAAAAAAII/vDs0Vk8_2S0/s72-c/DSCN0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-6724578454021785283</id><published>2008-07-31T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:00:15.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Bound</title><content type='html'>My daughter and I are New York City bound tomorrow. We are going to the Nokia Theatre for the Stephenie Meyer book signing. Then when we come home on Saturday I am picking up my copy of her new book Breaking Down and I am going to be oblivious to the world until I finish it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-6724578454021785283?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6724578454021785283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6724578454021785283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6724578454021785283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6724578454021785283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-york-bound.html' title='New York Bound'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-4918165025726037352</id><published>2008-07-19T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:59:42.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNyNeit9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/jUcLPwYXxlI/s1600-h/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224894411453937618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNyNeit9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/jUcLPwYXxlI/s200/DSCN0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNmxQnMGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OyQuDy44hgI/s1600-h/DSCN0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224894214900756578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNmxQnMGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OyQuDy44hgI/s200/DSCN0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNWUztYiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTuliFoFGwg/s1600-h/DSCN0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224893932385428002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNWUztYiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTuliFoFGwg/s200/DSCN0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not my wedding day. A good friend of mine Amy got married today. The man she married is a wonderful guy. They actually knew each other in High School and reconnected about two years ago. They were married in the Holy Trinity Church in Georgetown at 10am today. It was the same church her mother and grandmother got married in. The ceremony was wonderful and my friend and her husband looked very happy. I am so happy for my friend and wish her a wonderful happy long marriage. &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/6289059041072377584-4918165025726037352?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4918165025726037352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=4918165025726037352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/4918165025726037352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/4918165025726037352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding Day'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SIKNyNeit9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/jUcLPwYXxlI/s72-c/DSCN0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-131792610540891713</id><published>2008-07-13T15:39:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:10:11.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>S.B.</title><content type='html'>So my title does not stand for Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barbini&lt;/span&gt; it now officially stands for "Slacker Blogger" I have had different things going on that have taken my time and attention away from blogging. One of those things has been school. I have one more class to test out of, which I will be taking the test before the end of August, and then I will be done with my Bachelors Degree! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YIPEE&lt;/span&gt;!! I am excited to be done and excited to finally have some more time to do the things I have been neglecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to catch up on some things. Summer started with Girls Camp! I love girls camp now. I did not when I was a Young Women but now I think it is awesome. I am glad that I have been able to go as an adult leader and watch these wonderful girls form friendships, become leaders and grow closer to their Heavenly Father. My daughter really loves camp and I am just so glad I have been able to share this experience with her the last two years. As you can see from the below picture, after having shaved ice with blue flavoring, camp brings out the best in us :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222588312397450642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SHpcZlCOjZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5lxHf3EgtY/s200/DSCN0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from girls camp it was time to celebrate my wonderful 36&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. That is all I will say about that : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. Family was in town and it was fun. Three of my cousins were visiting and two of them had their significant others, one is a girlfriend and the other a Fiance, and they are tons of fun to have around. My Daughter loves her cousins dearly and always loves when they come to visit. My other two cousins and their spouses were not able to make it and as always I missed them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the family was here we celebrated my one nephew's 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. The theme was "Transformers" and the cake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;from dairy&lt;/span&gt; queen was decorated with the transformer Bumble Bee on it. My Nephew was super excited when he saw the cake and even more excited for the presents. I will include some pictures of the cake and my nephew with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;transformer&lt;/span&gt; mask :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222590514988340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SHpeZyU0UyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_zyJRynrdVY/s200/DSCN0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is about all for now. I hope in the future I will not be such an S.B. I do have one more picture to include and that is of some flowers my Daughter picked the other day. She picked some roses from our rose garden and mixed in some rosemary from our herb garden. It turned out really pretty and it smells really good. The combination of the rose and the rosemary smell is quite fragrant.  My daughter is so awesome !!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SHpf3suxCnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PIofu_hu054/s1600-h/DSCN0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222592128394267250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SHpf3suxCnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PIofu_hu054/s200/DSCN0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-131792610540891713?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/131792610540891713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=131792610540891713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/131792610540891713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/131792610540891713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/07/sb.html' title='S.B.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SHpcZlCOjZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5lxHf3EgtY/s72-c/DSCN0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-5008835882085207490</id><published>2008-05-14T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:26:02.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Luck!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SCs7UoX8thI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ss9Inm1YvYw/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200315420350658066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SCs7UoX8thI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ss9Inm1YvYw/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So you might wonder what does this picture have to do with luck?  Well there is no fortune in my fortune cookie!!!  So I am thinking this means I have no good luck.  This is actually funny because this certain Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; that I go to with my co-workers does not seem to like me.  I will not mention the name of the place but let me say it is a good thing I have a sense of humor.  Usually when we go there they either ignore me and take everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; Order and walk away and then come back to take my Order.  Or my food always comes out last or they even forgot to bring me food once.  So when I opened my fortune cookie last week and saw there was no fortune not only did I bust out laughing but all the ladies I go to lunch with could not stop laughing.  This has become a long-standing joke with all of us now.  I luckily had my camera with me that day and decided that this would be something funny for my blog.  So for anyone who readys this blog I hope you enjoy this story because it is actually funny!!! &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/6289059041072377584-5008835882085207490?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5008835882085207490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5008835882085207490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5008835882085207490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5008835882085207490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-luck.html' title='No Luck!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SCs7UoX8thI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ss9Inm1YvYw/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-5894371219223272269</id><published>2008-05-05T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:15:06.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DID IT!!!</title><content type='html'>The Boob Crew did it!!!  I want to put together a more descriptive blog when I get more pictures and get my thoughts organized.  It was an incredible experience with amazing memories.  I am so thankful for the girls in our "Boob Crew"  They are all amazing women and it was so great to walk with them.  Linnea was beyond incredible!!  She walked a marathon over the 2 days!  Her spirit and will to keep going was inspirational.  Audrey, Sam and Ellen were the best.  More details to come in the next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5894371219223272269?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5894371219223272269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5894371219223272269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5894371219223272269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5894371219223272269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-did-it.html' title='WE DID IT!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-6649141195884883283</id><published>2008-04-23T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:09:36.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SA9Bd5KDbcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YyJxfSYpQXA/s1600-h/IMG_2008-04-06_15-15-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192440877196471746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/SA9Bd5KDbcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YyJxfSYpQXA/s400/IMG_2008-04-06_15-15-38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linnea sent an email out the other day and this is one of the pictures she included.  I just had to post it on my blog.  Not only because of all those cute kiddos, but to show how well Linnea is doing!   She looks seriously great and have you ever seen a more beautiful bald women!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our walk is in 11 days and the "Boob Crew" is super excited.  We have one more training walk this Saturday and then next Saturday we will begin our two day 39 mile walk.  I am so grateful to all of those who have donated to the Cause. &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/6289059041072377584-6649141195884883283?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6649141195884883283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=6649141195884883283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6649141195884883283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/6649141195884883283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/SA9Bd5KDbcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YyJxfSYpQXA/s72-c/IMG_2008-04-06_15-15-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-1709852688954380459</id><published>2008-03-31T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:45:15.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York will never be the same!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got back from my weekend trip in NYC with 10 other friends. The group was me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linnae&lt;/span&gt;, Becky, Jennifer, Ellen, Wendy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Linnae's&lt;/span&gt; cousin), Kristen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tianna&lt;/span&gt;, Marissa, Wendy and Lisa. I had a blast and we are already planning for this to be a yearly thing. This was a special trip for all. My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Linnae&lt;/span&gt; had always wanted to do a NYC trip and so it was planned. It was so great to be with friends and just pretty much laugh the whole weekend. Here are some highlights. Pictures will follow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going the wrong way on the Subway with Kristen, Marissa, Wendy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tianna&lt;/span&gt;. We meant to go Uptown and ended up at the Brooklyn Bridge!!! Whoops. But that lead us to see the man in a karate uniform, a big old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fro&lt;/span&gt; wig, and barefoot, dancing in the subway terminal with his girlfriend looking on and staring at him like he was Brad Pitt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on Canal Street. After some coaching on how to handle the street vendors from Wendy, Ellen became a force to be reckoned with and I will just leave it at that :) I found out that Lisa is the master at wheeling and dealing. She was able to negotiate a great deal for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tianna&lt;/span&gt; on some great purses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tianna&lt;/span&gt; getting locked in one of those "back rooms" where all the good stuff is at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in Little Italy. The food was divine and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust Diner!!!!! One of the best things we did. Anyone who goes to NYC I highly recommend eating there. The wait staff sings and dances and the food was awesome. They will sing dedications to people and Kristen asked them to dedicate a song to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Linnae&lt;/span&gt;! Words cannot describe the emotions. The waiter sang "Faithfully" by Journey and he totally rocked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on fifth avenue was so fun. H&amp;amp;M stores in NYC have so much more than ours here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab Rides!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the Subway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Lola!!!! Some incredible Belgium Waffles and desserts!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times square at 1 in the morning with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Linnae&lt;/span&gt;, Wendy, Ellen and I!!!!! We were pretty punchy by that point and that made it all so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The M&amp;amp;M store in times square. A store with M&amp;amp;M's available in all kinds of colors. Who would want anything more. Ellen, Wendy and I posing with the huge statue of the blue M&amp;amp;M as John Travolta in Staying Alive pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Linnae's&lt;/span&gt; cousin, caressing the half naked man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;manikin&lt;/span&gt; in window of Planet Hollywood!!!!! Ellen has the proof :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTC&lt;/span&gt; site and going over to St. James church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the street. I love old churches and this church has an amazing history. The church has an exhibition in it with many things pertaining to the 9/11. St. James is an amazing place to visit. It was a heaven for the volunteers, firefighters and policemen, right in the middle of hell during 9/11. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;exhibition&lt;/span&gt; was moving and is something everyone should experience. You feel the peace in the church and feel the strong spirit of love that was there. When you are walking through and see the pictures, letters, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mementos&lt;/span&gt; it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; humbling and reminds you that at the end of the day we are all humans and because our time here is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; and short we should spend it loving each other instead of finding ways to dislike each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, on Sunday we had our own little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; thought and many of the ladies shared some wonderful thoughts. It was really moving and a wonderful way to express our love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Linnae&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Linnae's&lt;/span&gt; energy, and enthusiasm all weekend was so great. It was such a special experience to be able to share this with all these amazing women. To see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Linnae&lt;/span&gt; so happy and laughing after all she has gone through was the best medicine for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-1709852688954380459?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1709852688954380459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=1709852688954380459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/1709852688954380459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/1709852688954380459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-york-will-never-be-same.html' title='New York will never be the same!!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-1184422968851134442</id><published>2008-03-26T14:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:50:42.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>I am going to interview my daughter and her friend Shelby about the characters in the Twilight book series.  They are big Jacob fans and I can't wait to find out what they have to say.  Should be interesting!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-1184422968851134442?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1184422968851134442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=1184422968851134442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/1184422968851134442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/1184422968851134442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-316639421824198247</id><published>2008-03-16T14:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:04:12.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen</title><content type='html'>So it has happened.  My baby girl is 13!!!!!  The big day was yesterday and I woke up with a feeling of incredible happiness.  Happiness that I am blessed with such an incredible, loving, thoughtful, fun, creative and energetic daughter.  I love her for so many reasons, her laugh, her smile, her sweetness, her ability to drive me nutty sometimes and most of all I love her for everything she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how her birthday went down.  She had her best friend, Emily, spend the night Friday night.  They decided they wanted to go see the new Dr. Seuss movie and go shopping.  So after dinner at Pei-Wei we headed out to begin celebrating the big day.  After getting our movie tickets we went to the mall and headed to GAP, she is sooooo my daughter.  After her and Emily found some really cute pieces for her spring wardrobe we went to the movie.  The movie was really cute and the girls got their usual large popcorn and medium drinks.  After the movie we went home and the girls just hung out.  Saturday morning, the actual day of her b-day, they were up and ready to go.  I took them to a spa/store called Rouge and they got pedicures.  My daughter says she now realizes why I love getting pedicures so much :)  After pedicures it was off to Christina's basketball game and the home for lunch.  We then went to dinner at this great place called "Fireworks", wood fired pizza, super yummy, and then went to Cold Stone for dessert.  What a fun filled day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my awesome 13 year old I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!  Your are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-316639421824198247?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/316639421824198247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=316639421824198247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/316639421824198247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/316639421824198247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/03/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-5227665497385342427</id><published>2008-02-22T11:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:12:44.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R771QYpQPII/AAAAAAAAAEo/PfwAqbICcgw/s1600-h/L_Susan_bw[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169839084110101634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R771QYpQPII/AAAAAAAAAEo/PfwAqbICcgw/s400/L_Susan_bw%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my friend Linnea and I, taken by Sam's awesome brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linnea is one of the most kind, compassionate, funny, and spiritual women I know. She is an absolute inspiration to me. Her love for her family and her Savior are incredible. She is an amazing women and she is one of the main reasons I am participating in the Avon Breast Cancer Walk. Linnae has to do the hard work by defeating Cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My part in this fight is easy, I just have to walk and raise money. I hope that my walking and raising money will help make a difference in the fight against Breast Cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Linnea! You are going to win this fight!!!&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/6289059041072377584-5227665497385342427?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5227665497385342427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5227665497385342427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5227665497385342427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5227665497385342427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/02/making-difference.html' title='Making a Difference'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/R771QYpQPII/AAAAAAAAAEo/PfwAqbICcgw/s72-c/L_Susan_bw%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-2615763359596225242</id><published>2008-02-22T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:36:46.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Storm Cometh!!!</title><content type='html'>So here we are at the end of February with the typical Virginia weather.  There is a combination of snow, sleet, freezing rain and rain.  The kidos are out of school and my daughter is loving life.  When I left the house this morning my daughter was watching that great 80's movie "Goonies" &lt;br /&gt;Oh to be 12 again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-2615763359596225242?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2615763359596225242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2615763359596225242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2615763359596225242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2615763359596225242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-storm-cometh.html' title='The Ice Storm Cometh!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-2399765743386910355</id><published>2008-02-12T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:48:39.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R7I9hYpQPHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G4G2BlxIThY/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166259366307839090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R7I9hYpQPHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G4G2BlxIThY/s400/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter totally rocks!!!!!!  A couple of days ago I woke up to get ready for work and was met with the smell of fresh baked blueberry muffins.  My daughter woke up early and made these muffins from scratch!  Not only were they from scratch but she cleaned up all the bowls and utensils she used in making these wonderful muffins and They were delicious!  I am so proud of my daughter for how much she has been helping out the last couple of weeks.  She has stepped up to the plate in a big way and I totally appreciate her. &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/6289059041072377584-2399765743386910355?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2399765743386910355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2399765743386910355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2399765743386910355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2399765743386910355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/02/blueberry-muffins.html' title='Blueberry Muffins'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/R7I9hYpQPHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G4G2BlxIThY/s72-c/DSCN0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-5584422850131597563</id><published>2008-02-04T15:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:00:42.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughters Super Bowl Bet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R6d7MgsedII/AAAAAAAAAEY/UXFL9jKuCLM/s1600-h/PH2008020400585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163230952668689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R6d7MgsedII/AAAAAAAAAEY/UXFL9jKuCLM/s400/PH2008020400585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a good reason not to bet. Ask my daughter, since she now owes her cousins pizza and ice cream. Let me give some background. My 12- year old daughter decided to take interest in the Super Bowl this year. Mind you she is not a sports watching kind of girl. She was rooting for the Patriots and was convinced they were going to win. Now being that I was born in New Jersey in an area that is New York Giant territory my loyalties lie opposite of my daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day my daughter was very excited to watch the "big game"! She was antsy at church, stir crazy visiting her Grandmother, who is in long term care at the moment, and then downright nutty at the time of kickoff! She called her cousin Jeff and bet him a pizza that the Patriots would win and then called her cousin Michael and bet him an ice cream that the Patriots would win. When she asked me about betting her cousins, who are in their mid-twenties, I just said you know we don't bet or gamble but it was a decision she needed to make and she had to live with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thinking she had it in the bag and that she would be getting free pizza and ice cream. Then came the 4th quarter of the game, more specifically the last 2 minutes of the game and her excitement and confidence that she would win the bet was deflated by the Giants last charge down the field. At the end of the game she looked at me and said "Where am I going to get the money to buy the pizza for Jeff and the ice cream for Michael". To this I said you will have to go in your piggy bank and pay up because that is what happens when you gamble. You lose you pay up. Gotta love lessons learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-5584422850131597563?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5584422850131597563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=5584422850131597563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5584422850131597563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/5584422850131597563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-daughters-super-bowl-bet_04.html' title='My Daughters Super Bowl Bet!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/R6d7MgsedII/AAAAAAAAAEY/UXFL9jKuCLM/s72-c/PH2008020400585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-2933825904285297464</id><published>2008-02-01T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:20:30.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy virginia weather</title><content type='html'>Gotta love Virginia weather.  This morning there was ice on the trees and this afternoon it is raining and 50 degrees outside.  My daughter was excited because school was cancelled.  Me on the other hand not so excited because I had to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-2933825904285297464?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2933825904285297464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=2933825904285297464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2933825904285297464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/2933825904285297464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-virginia-weather.html' title='crazy virginia weather'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-7478815732812194761</id><published>2008-01-29T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:32:56.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avon Breast Cancer Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R59HIgsedBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1nlqnKuUatE/s1600-h/PROD_0245330_SM.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160921909530883090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R59HIgsedBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1nlqnKuUatE/s400/PROD_0245330_SM.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R59GyAsedAI/AAAAAAAAACw/kWqoqArFJu4/s1600-h/PROD_0245330_SM.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend Sam and I attended an informational meeting about the Avon Breast Cancer Walk! I am super excited for this event in May. We are going to walk over 30 miles in two days and I can't wait. My goal is to raise over the $1,800.00 minimum. We are walking for our friend Linnae and others who are affected by not only breast cancer but other cancers as well. I will keep posting on my progress in raising money and training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link for the Washington D.C. walk: &lt;a href="http://walk.avonfoundation.org/site/PageServer?pagename=wadc_home_2k8"&gt;http://walk.avonfoundation.org/site/PageServer?pagename=wadc_home_2k8&lt;/a&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/6289059041072377584-7478815732812194761?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7478815732812194761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=7478815732812194761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7478815732812194761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7478815732812194761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/01/avon-breast-cancer-walk.html' title='Avon Breast Cancer Walk'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/R59HIgsedBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1nlqnKuUatE/s72-c/PROD_0245330_SM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-7878260162715149283</id><published>2008-01-28T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:27:12.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R53mOQsec4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QUDqTMwklm8/s1600-h/HinkleyCroppedWithGlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160533880710525826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2nli-8jcFEw/R53mOQsec4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QUDqTMwklm8/s320/HinkleyCroppedWithGlow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came to work this morning I was told the news about the passing of our beloved President of the Mormon Church. President Hinkley lived his life to serve and was such an example to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are dedicated ... to teaching the gospel of peace, to the promotion of civility and mutual respect among people everywhere, to bearing witness to the living reality of our Lord Jesus Christ, and to the practice of his teachings in our daily lives," Hinckley said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad for the loss to the people whom he served but am happy that he is now able to join his wife who proceeded him and to be with the Savior and all the heavenly hosts. His wisdom, compassion and leadership will be missed. Even though I mourn his loss I feel compelled to celebrate his life because of how he led his life and what he has meant to so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Hinkley, we love you and will miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-7878260162715149283?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7878260162715149283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=7878260162715149283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7878260162715149283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7878260162715149283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebration-of-life.html' title='Celebration of life'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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/_2nli-8jcFEw/R53mOQsec4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QUDqTMwklm8/s72-c/HinkleyCroppedWithGlow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289059041072377584.post-8781312414848573886</id><published>2008-01-23T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:37:07.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It has been a long time since I have posted.  My Mom has been very sick and in the hospital the last two weeks.  She is currently in the ICU but is improving daily.  I am so grateful to all my friends and family who keep offering their prayers and help.  I love the fact that so many people from so many different religions are praying for my mom to get better.  Hopefully the next couple of weeks will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; one's in my Moms road to recovery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-8781312414848573886?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8781312414848573886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=8781312414848573886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/8781312414848573886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/8781312414848573886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2008/01/hectic-life.html' title='Hectic Life'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-7300289058590639074</id><published>2007-12-31T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:59:02.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Just got back from visiting my Aunts and Uncles in Pennsylvania.  They live in a place called Bear Creek, which is in the Poconos.  It was a nice visit.  My two Aunts live next door to each other so it is nice to be able to walk back and forth to visit.  I ate way too much food and feel very sluggish.  I will be starting back at the gym this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-7300289058590639074?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7300289058590639074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=7300289058590639074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7300289058590639074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7300289058590639074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2007/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-3299089483636278631</id><published>2007-12-28T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:22:16.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grocery cart etiquitte</title><content type='html'>I was at the grocery store last night and this women who was fully physically able pushed her empty shopping cart into a handicap parking spot and walked away.  Why am I writing about this seemingly unworthy event, because it drives me crazy!  Why are people so lazy and inconsiderate that they cannot either put the empty grocery cart in the designated spots, which are all over the parking lot, or take the cart back to the front of the store!  UGHHHHH!!!!  Just wanted to get that one of my brain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-3299089483636278631?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3299089483636278631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=3299089483636278631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/3299089483636278631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/3299089483636278631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2007/12/grocery-cart-etiquitte.html' title='grocery cart etiquitte'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</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-6289059041072377584.post-7993202562100030662</id><published>2007-12-27T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:59:21.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my first attempt at creating my own blog.  I am excited about this new experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289059041072377584-7993202562100030662?l=susanbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7993202562100030662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289059041072377584&amp;postID=7993202562100030662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7993202562100030662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289059041072377584/posts/default/7993202562100030662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanbarb.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-blog.html' title='first blog'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419620235154396611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
