<?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-6515344277376347878</id><updated>2012-02-09T07:10:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shig and Tin</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a stay at home mom who adores her teenage daughter. I love crafting, reading, cooking and teaching piano lessons out of my home. I have been married to my college sweetheart for 20 years and have a cooking blog as well as this one. I love traveling and spending time with family. My new passion is slowly becoming Mary Kay,I am starting to look at least 10 years younger, (we do need all the help we can get, right ladies.) I live in Denver and LOVE it. We have a black Lab, Toby and a cat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8937246584781912160</id><published>2011-04-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:23:20.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wG82Qwgdv-A/TaSTrpGEG1I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qK9WmdfzKGg/s1600/Jake%2Band%2BMandi%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594759015075945298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wG82Qwgdv-A/TaSTrpGEG1I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qK9WmdfzKGg/s400/Jake%2Band%2BMandi%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had the wonderful opportunity of having an exchange student in our home from Germany. I have to admit I was nervous at first being the parent of an only child can have its rewards at times. I am now sad to say I don't want Lisa to go home. She has brought such joy into our home, we will feel sad and empty when she leaves. I have truly fallen in love with her. She is an amazing young woman with many great talents. I think Makaila has missed out not having a sibling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa will leave an emptiness is our hearts when she leaves, but we will never forget her time with us and laughs she has given us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across a poem that reminded me of her and thought it would give you a little into what she is like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like what doesn't cost much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like reading, coversation, music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, , climbing hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like people even though some of them are different... different from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction of doing your job as well as it can be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like the song of the birds, the companionship of dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house and fixing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to like the sunshine and sunset, the beating of the rain on windows and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.&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/6515344277376347878-8937246584781912160?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8937246584781912160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8937246584781912160&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8937246584781912160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8937246584781912160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2011/04/lisa.html' title='Lisa'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wG82Qwgdv-A/TaSTrpGEG1I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qK9WmdfzKGg/s72-c/Jake%2Band%2BMandi%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-1022759957466007213</id><published>2010-12-17T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:00:02.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xfOL-F2_FQA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-1022759957466007213?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/1022759957466007213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-6277235243190643912</id><published>2010-12-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:43:45.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We finally have a winner of the cookbook giveaway (drum roll please)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lucky winner is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDREA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so excited for her to receive this cookbook and start enjoying all the wonderful recipes inside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulation to Andrea, I will contact you via e-mail and let you know you won, I will then get your book out to you as soon as possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6277235243190643912?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6277235243190643912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6277235243190643912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6277235243190643912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6277235243190643912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-have-winner.html' title='We have a Winner'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-6527700342975409691</id><published>2010-11-19T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T06:37:14.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookbook Giveaway</title><content type='html'>I am giving away a cookbook on my blog. I have a wonderful book filled with tried and true recipes. The book is filled with 200 recipes and room to grow and put some of your own favorites. The book is hand bound and looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only catch to win this cookbook is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Follow my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell my why you need a cookbook in my comments section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I reach 100 followers I will throw in a $15 itunes gift card. I love to listen to music while I cook, as those of you who follow my &lt;a href="http://stomachtotheheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stomachtotheheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one who has already signed up for the giveaway will already be qualified for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This giveway will close December 15th 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and may the best or worst cook win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6527700342975409691?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6527700342975409691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6527700342975409691&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6527700342975409691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6527700342975409691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/11/cookbook-giveaway.html' title='Cookbook Giveaway'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-161902313035829992</id><published>2010-10-25T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:45:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me on Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW91uc_l_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/PIgXamLhaQA/s1600/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036447994877938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW91uc_l_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/PIgXamLhaQA/s400/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a fun way for all of you to get to know me a little bit better, I am hoping to start doing this every Monday, just for a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions.&lt;br /&gt;1~ Would you rather sleep with a night light on?&lt;br /&gt;      No, I prefer pitch black, and usually like a night mask on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9sDg3fWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3c7fYkfVE-Y/s1600/sleeping+in+the+dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036281849576802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9sDg3fWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3c7fYkfVE-Y/s400/sleeping+in+the+dark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2~What do you like to drink with dinner?&lt;br /&gt;       Water, I can never get enough water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9giZ54_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/N3WSKbj4GEI/s1600/glass+of+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036083983442930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9giZ54_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/N3WSKbj4GEI/s400/glass+of+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3~ How often do you play the lottery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9Vc9zRNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wp7TYPe83TA/s1600/lottery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532035893544830162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9Vc9zRNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wp7TYPe83TA/s400/lottery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4~ How often do you travel to the grocery store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      At least twice a month, unless we run out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; important, (like chocolate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9IwfocWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qDetx2NV4Xs/s1600/grocery+store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532035675448701282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW9IwfocWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qDetx2NV4Xs/s400/grocery+store.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5~ Would you rather travel 500 years back in time or 500 years into the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I have always had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascination&lt;/span&gt; with everything old, I would love to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW8_jz4gLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iYfYMrsjhjo/s1600/gowing+back+in+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532035517425156274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW8_jz4gLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iYfYMrsjhjo/s400/gowing+back+in+time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/6515344277376347878-161902313035829992?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/161902313035829992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=161902313035829992&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/161902313035829992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/161902313035829992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet Me on Monday'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TMW91uc_l_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/PIgXamLhaQA/s72-c/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-2108620178701617191</id><published>2010-10-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:41:02.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TLfLlOGbJdI/AAAAAAAAAio/O4YxYn07Z70/s1600/yellow+daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528110907921212882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TLfLlOGbJdI/AAAAAAAAAio/O4YxYn07Z70/s400/yellow+daisy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite flower is the daisy. I love every type of daisy there is, Gerber, Shasta, African, Spanish,  Prairie the Lazy Daisy I could go on. I think the only thing about fall that I miss is that lack of the gorgeous daisy flower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going for drives through the mountains to see the beautiful colors and to see the majesty of the mountains in their full color. We are going to be going through Rocky Mountain National Park for the last time this fall this week and I am so grateful for the beautiful colors I am surrounded by. I look forward to summer and my beautiful daisies, but am grateful for the seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-2108620178701617191?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/2108620178701617191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=2108620178701617191&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2108620178701617191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2108620178701617191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TLfLlOGbJdI/AAAAAAAAAio/O4YxYn07Z70/s72-c/yellow+daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3809234751011589563</id><published>2010-10-07T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:00:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3q5WflTrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YfWCX_VwWII/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525330588864958130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3q5WflTrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YfWCX_VwWII/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makailas before picture. I should note she had just previously cut 10 inches off of her hair for "locks of love", so we were a little nervous as what to do with the shorter hair&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3qlE0nSrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lNUKPCJ-dDQ/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525330240523946674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3qlE0nSrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lNUKPCJ-dDQ/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up adding some big ringlets and I thought it ended up so cute. She was worried she had 80's hair, I told her I could give her some hairs hair is she wanted some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then headed over to a good friend of mine who does make up and she helped her with that part of the evening. Makaila normally does not wear makeup so she was feeling a little nervous about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her dress was a cute sweater dress with a green tank underneath. She had on a owl necklace and earrings. She had some cute green shoes to match the tank. She wouldn't let me post a picture of the whole makeup and hair she was feeling a little self conscious I think (not use to wearing that much makeup) but I thought she looked gorgeous. She went with two of her girlfriends and had a pretty good time. I think it will be a while before we get her to another dance, but that's okay with mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3qWGAd3bI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wx8SY_OqHEk/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525329983144058290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3qWGAd3bI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wx8SY_OqHEk/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makaila and her friends, you can't see her real well up close but trust me she looks amazing. They had a fun dinner at Chili's and then mom ruined all the fun when she said they had to home at 11:30. The joys of a strict mom. &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/6515344277376347878-3809234751011589563?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3809234751011589563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3809234751011589563&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3809234751011589563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3809234751011589563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming-part-deux.html' title='Homecoming Part deux'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TK3q5WflTrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YfWCX_VwWII/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-6117382476355009296</id><published>2010-10-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:19:43.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson - "Relator" music video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/eRtydnIycCY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRtydnIycCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRtydnIycCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it. There is something about Scarlett singing that pulls me in. Her voice is smokey and rich and I love this song more each time I hear it. I am currently reading the series of "Twilight" books. I know I am way behind the norm. I have read the first book and skimmed through the second. I then went to my computer and looked up what each book was about so I didn't have to read the other books. I decided that was cheating and have started over. I am currently in the middle of "Eclipse" and am finding it rather enjoyable. I have already seen the movie so most of it is familiar to me, they did leave a lot out of the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I mention all of that about the book the song reminds me of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6117382476355009296?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6117382476355009296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6117382476355009296&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6117382476355009296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6117382476355009296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/10/pete-yorn-and-scarlett-johansson.html' title='Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson - &quot;Relator&quot; music video'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-7112491553872666451</id><published>2010-10-01T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:48:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKYOXINy-kI/AAAAAAAAAgU/67quHiogMu8/s1600/th_AlohaFriday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKYOXINy-kI/AAAAAAAAAgU/67quHiogMu8/s400/th_AlohaFriday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117783521622594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From An Island Life: &lt;br /&gt;In Hawaii, Aloha Friday is the day that we take it easy and look forward to the weekend. So I thought that on Fridays I would take it easy on posting, too. Therefore, I’ll ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response.&lt;br /&gt;If you’d like to participate, visit An Island Life answer the question and then post your own question on your blog and leave your link below. Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   I ADORE music!&lt;br /&gt;         If you could listen to only one song, one more time what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;                                       mine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              "At Last" by Etta James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What would your be? I am looking forward to some great new songs for my IPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-7112491553872666451?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/7112491553872666451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=7112491553872666451&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7112491553872666451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7112491553872666451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday.html' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKYOXINy-kI/AAAAAAAAAgU/67quHiogMu8/s72-c/th_AlohaFriday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-7448643727193393112</id><published>2010-09-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:59:56.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't text and Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.diamondpotential.com/p/awareness-wednesday.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://PixPlus.zenfolio.com/img/s8/v11/p14876620.jpg" alt="Awareness Wednesday Button" width="180" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to join Oprah's "No Phone Zone." I have seen so many heart breaking stories on the news about accidents that could have been avoided if the driver would have just not been talking on their phone or texting. I tell my daughter she will not be talking on her phone when she gets her licence, so why should I be allowed to also. I have been in the car with people who are texting when driving and it makes me very nervous, and can understand why accidents can happen. I have to admit that several years ago I was in a near fatal car accident, I took my eyes off of the road a moment to put a CD in and rolled my car three times, the only reason I am here to tell you about it is my seat belt. Talking on a phone, texting taking your eyes off the road a minute can mean your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing to do this to save my life and the lives of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-7448643727193393112?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/7448643727193393112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=7448643727193393112&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7448643727193393112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7448643727193393112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-text-and-drive.html' title='Don&apos;t text and Drive'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-2383288704242127577</id><published>2010-09-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:31:56.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveway</title><content type='html'>As most of you know that follow my blog I love cooking. I have two blogs and am going to host a giveway. I will be giving away a cookbook filled with recipes collected over the years by family and friends and put together by myself with much love. The book is copyrighted and I don't mind if you share the recipes but please don't copy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~1 You must become a follower of my blog, either shig and tin or Stomach to the Heart, when on or the other blog reaches 25 followers, a winner will be announced. If either blog reaches 50 followers an added bonus will be added to the prize (believe me it will be worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~2 Like my friend on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~3 Follow me on Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~4 Let your friends know so everyone can get into the fun, and help get the numbers up. I promise a great cookbook and you will love it, i will customize colors to your liking. Hope everyone will join in the fun, enter as many times as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~5 leave a comment about what you did, with your email address and blog, I would love to follow you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great fall....good luck and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-2383288704242127577?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/2383288704242127577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=2383288704242127577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2383288704242127577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2383288704242127577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/09/giveway.html' title='Giveway'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-2913064904999572701</id><published>2010-09-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:14:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMECOMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My baby girl is going to Homecoming. The place where they dress up fancy and do their hair all cute and wear cute jewelry and have fun shoes on and dance with BOYS! I am feeling some chest pains, I am hoping it is from the chicken I ate earlier and will go away with a few Rolaids. I will have to post some pictures when she is all gussied up and looking cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will turn out okay, I am sure all mothers go through this when their first child goes on their first dance. She has just grown up way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-2913064904999572701?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/2913064904999572701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=2913064904999572701&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2913064904999572701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2913064904999572701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/09/homecoming.html' title='HOMECOMING'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-4089925515999619923</id><published>2010-08-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:07:20.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versativle Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/THHQQugVmlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JFI_OnRHol8/s1600/Award_from_Molly1_thumb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/THHQQugVmlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JFI_OnRHol8/s400/Award_from_Molly1_thumb3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508412805030976082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Holly for this. I read your rules and I am going to follow through and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to all know I didn't make up the rules and it's okay if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Share 7 things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.~ I have a great dislike for Jello gelatin, I won't even buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.~ Every once in a while I love to read really good romance, they help me forget my everyday troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.~ I an running a 5k blue show run for prostate cancer in honor for my dad the end of September, and I am scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.~ I have seen every episode of Walker, Texas Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.~ I read, and read, and read, and read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.~ I have been to 27 of the 50 states and am planning on visiting all 50 before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.~ I am going to start selling Mary Kay, and I don't want a pink Cadillac. I just think it sounds fun and a lot of people think Mormons are a cult, a lot of people think the same thing about Mary Kay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.~ I know we didn't need to add 8 but I love your blog, I think it is very inspiring. Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-4089925515999619923?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/4089925515999619923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=4089925515999619923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/4089925515999619923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/4089925515999619923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/08/versativle-blogger.html' title='Versativle Blogger'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/THHQQugVmlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JFI_OnRHol8/s72-c/Award_from_Molly1_thumb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-2893841247911870545</id><published>2010-08-18T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:36:33.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makaila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TGw-8aFxOiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/swlD_IhLvI4/s1600/Makaila+Bahr+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506845651883866658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TGw-8aFxOiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/swlD_IhLvI4/s400/Makaila+Bahr+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it they go from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spe&lt;span"&gt;5 to&lt;/FONT&lt;&gt; 15 so stinkin' fast? It seems like just yesterday it was lemonade stands and kindergarten. Now it's&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spe&lt;&lt;span class="&gt;  EFY, EFY dances,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelli&lt;span class="&gt; and driv&lt;/span&gt;ers licence. I remember helping her bear her testimony, and give talks in primary. She does it all on her own now. She is taller than me is more ways than she realizes. I love you Makaila, you have many who have gone before you who want you too&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-&lt;&lt;span class="&gt; succe&lt;/span&gt;ed and do well, and many who are rooting for the same thing on earth. Don't forget how much your grandpa loves you and watches out for you every single day. He is your guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful I don't have to go to high school now. You are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spe&lt;span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-2893841247911870545?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/2893841247911870545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=2893841247911870545&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2893841247911870545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/2893841247911870545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/08/makaila.html' title='Makaila'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TGw-8aFxOiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/swlD_IhLvI4/s72-c/Makaila+Bahr+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8410915984958971157</id><published>2010-07-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:55:45.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAD- Until we meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TFH843EkW-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/jgcFgZLuO0U/s1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499454673782070242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TFH843EkW-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/jgcFgZLuO0U/s400/dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember the exact moment and where I sitting the moment when I was told my dad had prostate cancer. I can remember what went through my head. I panicked but wasn't worried, I have known many people who have gone through this and survived. I knew my dad would beat this. I was told in the home I spent most of my growing up years. I remember looking at dad and asked him how he felt about things, he told me he felt good and that things would work out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On June 24Th 2010 almost two years to the day, I was told my dad had passed away peacefully  at home. It is so hard to put into words how you feel about losing the only man you have loved your entire life. My dad was my rock, I would call him with life altering challenges and he would help me realize they weren't so big after all. He had a calming demeanor about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I think back over the last two years we where able to spend with my dad I think of the lessons we learned as a family. I would call him at least twice a week to see how he was doing, he would always turn to conversation onto me, and ask, how are you doing, are you doing well in your church calling, how is Makaila, is Shane enjoying work, are you having family prayer and family home evening, are you reading your scriptures? In the end my dad taught me, he never complained, he only asked what am I suppose to learn from this, I know that on June 24th he learned everything he needed to learn, as he was able to return to his Heavenly Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think maybe his family learned from him, unconditional love, a stronger power of the atonement, and the strength that families are together forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot imagine a life without my dad in it. I am grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ and the Plan of Salvation. I miss him, and look forward to the day we can all be together as an eternal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched my father endure, and it helped my testimony grow, at his funeral a quote was read by Neal A. Maxwell " With gospel perspective, we can know that when we endure &lt;em&gt;to the very end&lt;/em&gt;, we are actually enduring&lt;em&gt; to the very beginning.&lt;/em&gt; Thus, rather than viewing this virtue as delivering us expiring in exhaustion to a finish line, we are brought intact and victorious to a starting line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to the great reunion, I can have with those I have loved and lost, but for some reason I look forward to hugging and seeing my dad again the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Tin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-8410915984958971157?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8410915984958971157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8410915984958971157&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8410915984958971157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8410915984958971157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/07/dad-until-we-meet-again.html' title='DAD- Until we meet again'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TFH843EkW-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/jgcFgZLuO0U/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-5159058816245773632</id><published>2010-06-22T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:19:16.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Gladness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGA_JC4eDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/p-WWmdkloQg/s1600/amazingparents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485807643362097202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGA_JC4eDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/p-WWmdkloQg/s400/amazingparents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I think back over the years of my dad every memory I have is a good memory. I may not, at the time, loved the drives, or as dad would say; "Let's go drive the loop" but as I think back I can recall the yellow station wagon and all of us climbing in. I remember all the boys sitting backwards in the back and dad finally saying; "NO ONE can touch anyone",  I can even think of the music that was playing and have installed some of it on my IPod. I always liked the trips to Swan Valley for square ice-cream cones. The Sunday drives to visit the great grandparents and grandparents, and because of that I was able to have a close relationship with them. I remember burning the weeds at Grandma Moss's house. Running to Ririe to feed the horses and always stopping at the Maverick for a treat. I loved walking home from school and stopping in to see dad at work with my friends and knowing that he would always be willing to take the time to visit. I remember when he was working on an especially difficult case he would always turn to the scriptures. I always admired him for that, they were always open on his desk, and he always told me you can find the answers to any question in life if you ask the Lord and turn to the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGA3QBiMFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gJ5YH0MA10Y/s1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485807507796537426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGA3QBiMFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gJ5YH0MA10Y/s400/dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have always been able to go to my dad when I had a problem, he never judged or looked down on me. He always made me feel comfortable when I had a problem, I knew I could immediately go to him, I knew he wouldn't make it better but that I could count on his counsel. I have always known I could talk to my dad about anything, and I have found comfort and peace in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGAvRmw2iI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XxuVEeEpbRY/s1600/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485807370782169634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGAvRmw2iI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XxuVEeEpbRY/s400/fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I remember that I loved to have my dad rock my every night before bed and I loved to sing with him, my dad has an incredible voice, every night before bed we would sing, "The Fox"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fox went out on a hungry flight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He begged the moon to afford him a light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for he had many miles to travel that night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before he reached his den-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Down in the hen yard the old fox crept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He grabbed the gray goose around the neck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the black duck cried out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quack, quack, quack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her legs hang dangling down-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ol' Miss Slipper Slopper jumped out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of the window she popped her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She cried Jon, Jon, the gray goose is gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the fox is off to his den-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon ran up to the top of the hill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he blew a blast both loud and shrill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I never heard a better tune in all my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I gotta get back to my den-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back there at the foxes den,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dear little foxes 8, 9, 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They never ate a better goose in all my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the little ones picked the bones-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Love my dad. My dad didn't tell me how to live, he lived and let me watch him do it. I wish him a truly happy Father's Day and I will love him forever. I am so eternally grateful for forever families and that I have my dad as part of my forever family. I have a testimony that Christ lives and loves us, that those experiences we go through in this life our for our own good and will give us experience.  Dad, I love you, Tin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6515344277376347878-5159058816245773632?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/5159058816245773632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=5159058816245773632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5159058816245773632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5159058816245773632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories-of-gladness.html' title='Memories of Gladness'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TCGA_JC4eDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/p-WWmdkloQg/s72-c/amazingparents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-6162561358795480440</id><published>2010-06-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:44:18.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>My Grandma Johnson passed away on May 14th 2010, she was born on September 19, 1919 or 9/19/1919. I adored my grandma. While my parents were teaching me how to say mama and dada she was teaching me how to say sh**! She was almost 91 when she passed away. She wasn't your usual grandma. I know grandma's are suppose to be fun, but she went beyond that, she was amazing. I remember her talking about living in San Francisco when she was in her twenty's with her friend Thora and going to a Burlesque show she didn't know where she was until all these sailor's started coming in and soon they realized they were the only ladies in there, soon the music started and a lady stared dancing on stage, soon a man came up to them and told them to go home as fast as they could and never come back. She didn't get married until she was older because she wanted an education. She was a grade shool teacher.   One of her favorite songs has since been "I Left My Heart In San Francisco"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFFgw_ARHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0TsN5-lDYYQ/s1600/305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481238650693895282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFFgw_ARHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0TsN5-lDYYQ/s400/305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved party's and we have often talked about how you never went to grandma and grandpa's house without having a party. Pepsi was always involved. One year for her birthday I called the Pepsi company and asked if the Pepsi truck could deliver some Pepsi to her house. They said yes and you should have seen the look on her face when that truck came rolling down her driveway. She was a walking party and made friends everywhere she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFEgqoO_1I/AAAAAAAAAco/-UUCOfdWnMQ/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481237549476151122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFEgqoO_1I/AAAAAAAAAco/-UUCOfdWnMQ/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and her younger brother Robert, grandma and grandpa had three children LaRae, Robert and Howard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFEWYWh4JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I-wAVEL91aY/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481237372771360914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFEWYWh4JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I-wAVEL91aY/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandsons, grandma loved her mission to Jackson, Mississippi and currently has one grandson on a mission in Chicago, Illinois...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFEGWcKd2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/XhWj9wlMWfQ/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481237097380214626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFEGWcKd2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/XhWj9wlMWfQ/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of her grandchildren, I would like to say these are her favorite because I am in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFD2AI3VJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Zyop17jyuDI/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481236816515781778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFD2AI3VJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Zyop17jyuDI/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her grandson Craig, her son Robert and her Bishop, Danny Ferguson. It was an amazing funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFDpbYLNSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PMkfxjAU0OQ/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481236600489456930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFDpbYLNSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PMkfxjAU0OQ/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Her grandchild Kathy and great grandchild Miss Nellie, my sister and niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFDfaX0N-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/gTVdqZZQKB8/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481236428420823010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFDfaX0N-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/gTVdqZZQKB8/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Her grandson Lo and her great grandsons Drew and Josh. My brother-in-law and nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFDTqs0YGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vUonKJ2NvCk/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481236226645450850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFDTqs0YGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vUonKJ2NvCk/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's bread, the interesting thing about this is grandma made the rolls and bread for her own funeral this is just the type of person she was. They found the program all made out when they went into her house just after her passing. She had everything planned, paid for and said do not serve ham and had to money to serve different food. She wanted&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pepsi served at her dinner and had cinnamon rolls made for all the grand kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already miss the sound of her voice, the way she smells the way she sounds when she laughs. I do now she is in a better place, she is with her family, she can see, run, watch over me until I am with her again. This is what forever families are for. I am so grateful for a lifetime with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While in Idaho I watched a movie with my family called "The Student Prince" a song on their keeps coming back to me called "Golden Days"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden days, in the sunshine of a happy youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden days, fulls of gaiety and full of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our hearts we remember them all else above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden days, days of youth and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How we laughed with the joy that only love can bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back through memory's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will know life has nothing sweeter than its springtime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden days, when we're young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I honestly thought she would always be around. She was the ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, she will me missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFC9qjMc7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/OTtLUdP2mQA/s1600/n1038653849_30088991_1459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481235848647963570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFC9qjMc7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/OTtLUdP2mQA/s400/n1038653849_30088991_1459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did it Her Way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6162561358795480440?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6162561358795480440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6162561358795480440&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6162561358795480440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6162561358795480440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TBFFgw_ARHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0TsN5-lDYYQ/s72-c/305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-7476948406814960019</id><published>2010-06-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:35:28.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beehive is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxmHhNcNEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aVfB6Klcctk/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479867125962912834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxmHhNcNEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aVfB6Klcctk/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While feeling energetic one morning I decided to vacuum my living room. Little did I know the fiasco that was headed my way. I started to vacuum near a large window by a cherry tree we have and noticed a rather unusually large amount of bee's flying around the tree. I thought nothing of it and kept cleaning. On my second sweep by I noticed a black mass in the tree and on closer inspection noticed a beehive in the tree. I was a little concerned, #1 we have a black lab in the back yard, and #2 Shiggers is allergic to bee's. (For those of you new to this blog, I call my husband Shiggers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxlwa2YxsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8rMeigvAWBc/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479866729118615234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxlwa2YxsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8rMeigvAWBc/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a few phone calls and got a hold of this cute little man who offered to come and get rid of the bee's for me for free. He is a bee keeper. The mass you see of bee's in the pictures is entirely bee's. There is no hive in there. I was under the impression they were building something in there. He used a long hose and sucked them up inside. He was darling, his name was Jess. He offered to let me carry the bee's to his truck, but I kindly turned him down, and told him I would carry the vacuum instead.  I feel pleased that my cherry bee's are now making honey instead of living in my backyard. They were making me very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxliIe74vI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mZ-IrupSAks/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479866483670246130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxliIe74vI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mZ-IrupSAks/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was having a very hard time teaching piano that day. My students were more interested in the bee's than they were in their lessons. But you can't really blame them. It's not everyday you get to see a beehive, it is hard to tell from the pictures but it was about the size of a basketball and was very loud.&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/6515344277376347878-7476948406814960019?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/7476948406814960019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=7476948406814960019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7476948406814960019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7476948406814960019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/06/beehive-is-back.html' title='The Beehive is Back'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TAxmHhNcNEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aVfB6Klcctk/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-5668856996015468732</id><published>2010-06-03T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:43:39.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Field's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sassyscoops.com/food/mrs-fields-fathers-day-giveway/"&gt;http://www.SassyScoops.com/food/mrs-fields-fathers-day-giveway/&lt;/a&gt;An amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;give way&lt;/span&gt; is happening on Sassy Scoops, check &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it out&lt;/span&gt; and join the fun. I added the link above so you can check it out just remember I am going to win and if you happen to win you have to share with me. Good luck and please remember you dad on father's day, they are your biggest fan, your most important confidant and always around when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you click on the link be sure to click on giveaways, she has some fun one's going on besides the father's day giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Tin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-5668856996015468732?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/5668856996015468732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=5668856996015468732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5668856996015468732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5668856996015468732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/06/mrs-fields.html' title='Mrs. Field&apos;s'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3860119753966047852</id><published>2010-05-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:59:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting fact</title><content type='html'>I am LDS, I have been all my life. I think one of the prerequisites for the church is a deep love for Jell-0. There are Jell-o jigglers, the very infamous lime green jell-o and carrot salad. The very popular and interesting jell-o molds. Frog eye salad, and at any church functions the never ending line of jell-o salads. It is if we are almost trying to outdo ourselves with our jell-o capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to put a stop to this, I would love to see more green salads, pasta, fruit, I am here to tell you once and for all that there are people in this world that HATE jell-o and I am one of them. It always seems to be the first thing they want to serve you after surgery, I tell them I want to get out of the hospital not stay longer. So for all you jell-o lover's out there, please take time to consider there are a few of us that do not like eating collagen with is the structural protein found throughout the bodies of animals. (like their skin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-3860119753966047852?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3860119753966047852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3860119753966047852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3860119753966047852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3860119753966047852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-fact.html' title='Interesting fact'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3716905899610180661</id><published>2010-05-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:18:51.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Finally have the new blog up and running, between school starting for a very old student, Shig busy with work, MK ending a school year and amazing thing happening in the backyard.  It has been a busy couple a weeks around here. I am looking forward to your feed back and have had a lot of fun learning and trying out new and interesting things. Hope you have fun and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bon Appetite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stomachtotheheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stomachtotheheart.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; you can find me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-3716905899610180661?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3716905899610180661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3716905899610180661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3716905899610180661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3716905899610180661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-blog_14.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-1810359484830266327</id><published>2010-05-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:02:01.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of this, a little of that</title><content type='html'>I am not sure where to begin, I guess I will start with the biggest news. I am going back to school. I know what you are thinking......she's crazy, she's lost her mind, at her age? It is something I have always wanted to do but never had the courage to try. I am not getting any younger and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt; cells are just getting older. I am going to study Nutrition Science and hope to decide in a year what to do with it. I am thinking right now that I will settle on becoming a Nutritionist. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shig&lt;/span&gt; is a little worried, he keeps asking me if I am going to make him eat healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma J. had a small stroke, she is doing great for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; 90 year old, I can only hope to be doing as well as her at her age she spent about 2 weeks in the hospital and is home again with the help of a walker. Dad had a small setback with his cancer, he had to have some surgery on his cheek but he is also home again and we hope he can now regain his strength. He has decided to discontinue chemo, and has undergone two weeks of radiation. We are hopeful his eyesight will get better. Mom found out she has cataracts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;macular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;degeneration&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;, she is feeling a little overwhelmed but all in all is her cheerful happy self. I will be heading home for a visit for around two weeks to help out and just to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also starting a new blog, I love to cook and decided that I would start a blog full of my favorite recipe's.  I almost have it ready to go so I hope you will all check it out when it is up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored my hair and I am very excited to visit my sister-in-law so she can fix it. So Kristin's advice for the day, don't color your own hair unless you know what you are doing, because it can turn out copper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-1810359484830266327?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/1810359484830266327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=1810359484830266327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1810359484830266327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1810359484830266327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-of-this-little-of-that.html' title='A little of this, a little of that'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8283719661365067932</id><published>2010-04-22T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:20:12.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Diabetic Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S9CvbTcu7LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/h46kumaabVQ/s1600/tinsblog+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S9CvbTcu7LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/h46kumaabVQ/s320/tinsblog+085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463059231612529842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen several versions of this recipe and finally decided to give it the old college try. My husband loves bread pudding I only have ever liked the sauce that goes on top. My absolute dislike of raisins always being the deciding factor for me turning it down.  I figured anything made with Krispy Kreme doughnuts had to be good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will warn you in advance should you attempt to make this it does get a little messy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 doz. Krispy Kreme  doughnuts (glazed) torn into little chunks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           the crullers give it a more bread-like pudding, but go with your favorite. Put into a large bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 eggs well beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla flavoring to taste (I used 1 tsp.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 stick butter (melted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinnamon to taste, 1-2 tsp depending on how much Cinnamon you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix sweetened condensed milk, vanilla butter and cinnamon in a bowl together with beaten eggs and pour over doughnut chunks. It will be to dry, you can make a choice at this time you can add a can of fruit cocktail, (I am not a lover of fruit cocktail) this will cut down on the sweetness or you can start adding milk slowly until it has the consistency of very lumpy cake batter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add pecans about 1 cup if you would like and raisins if you must. Pour into a 13x9-inch pan and cook at 350 Fahrenheit, for 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it cool and then top with a Simple Sugar Glaze-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups confectioners' sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 to 4 tablespoons milk or water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix together, and beat until it becomes smooth and pourable. Drizzle over the bread pudding. Make more if this isn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buttermilk Glaze (my favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup buttermilk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 tsp cornstarch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine first five ingredients in a saucepan, bring to a boil, remove from heat. Cool slightly, then stir in the vanilla. Pour over the pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Buttermilk glaze I could drink out of glass it is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-8283719661365067932?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8283719661365067932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8283719661365067932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8283719661365067932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8283719661365067932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/04/diabetic-coma.html' title='A Diabetic Coma'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S9CvbTcu7LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/h46kumaabVQ/s72-c/tinsblog+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-1600743211259567954</id><published>2010-04-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:43:44.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Music........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S8Yvgl_Gt4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9Q86fV76Ewg/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S8Yvgl_Gt4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9Q86fV76Ewg/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460103835232417666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever known that one person that as soon as they walk in the room you can feel the energy change. If you are in a down mood they can instantly change it and you have never seen them without a smile on their face. &lt;div&gt;I was lucky when I married my husband, I had always wanted an older brother. I got 2 I don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shig's&lt;/span&gt; brother Kay very well he lives in a far away land called Germany. I have met him two or three times. (as well as his wonderful wife Gaby, the name fits the person).  He also has 4 sister's all wonderful along with their husbands. Still I needed an ally, I married the baby of the family and I found one in Char. She married the oldest son, she became my closest friend, my confidant my defender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell her anything, we both were unable to have children, she understood how I felt when my sister called and told me she was pregnant. She played the piano, I also did. We came up with nick names for the in-laws together-- the Mi and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Myr&lt;/span&gt;. I always felt more comfortable just knowing she was around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On November 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 12:10 in the morning the phone rang. We usually don't take the phone upstairs but for some reason that night my husband did. It was Dean (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Char's&lt;/span&gt; husband) they where on their way home from spending Thanksgiving in Boise with their son and his family, something seemed to be wrong with the car so Dean felt more comfortable with Char driving his Truck and following him just in case something happened. A car sped up to pass her she hit a patch of black ice 5 miles from home and went off the side of the road.  She did not survive. I still remember that phone call, the sound of Dean's voice saying over and over she's gone, she's gone. It has been over a year and I still think about her daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow would have been her 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, she lived a full life in her few years. I can remember Dean saying she could have been a concert pianist and she chose to be a mother. I miss her music, I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful that I was able to know her for the time I did. I read somewhere that we do not remember days, we remember moments. I have had remarkable moment with Char. I am grateful for the gospel and the Plan of Salvation. I know I will be with Char again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-1600743211259567954?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/1600743211259567954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=1600743211259567954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1600743211259567954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1600743211259567954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-for-music.html' title='Thanks For The Music........'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S8Yvgl_Gt4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9Q86fV76Ewg/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-89669423145462355</id><published>2010-04-05T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:34:16.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Dinner</title><content type='html'>Scalloped Potatoes with Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fraiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cloves garlic, smashed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tblsp&lt;/span&gt; unsalted butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 waxy potatoes (such as Yukon gold or Yellow Finn) peeled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups half and half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fraiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons chopped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fresh &lt;/span&gt;thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 to 1/4 teaspoon ground mace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 chopped chives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.  Rub the garlic all over the inside of a 3 quart baking dish, than mince it. Grease the dish with about 1/2 the butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slice the potatoes about 1/8 inch thick. Combine in a large saucepan with the minced garlic, the remaining 2 1/2 tablespoons butter, the half and half, creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fraiche&lt;/span&gt;, flour, thyme, mace, 2 1/2 teaspoons salt and pepper to taste. Bring to boil over medium heat and cook stirring until the mixture thickens slightly, 1 to 2 minutes. Stir in the chives and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;transfer&lt;/span&gt; the mixture to the prepared baking dish, shaking it the distribute the potatoes evenly. Bake, uncovered, until the potatoes are fork tender, about 1 hour and 5 minutes, occasionally spooning some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; liquid over the top. Let cool 10 minutes before serving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scallopine&lt;/span&gt; with Sage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fontina&lt;/span&gt; Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 (4 1/2 to 5 1/2 ounce) chicken cutlets, pounded thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt and freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 sage leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 ounces grated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fontina&lt;/span&gt; cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 garlic clove, halved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup white wine, I used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Martinelli's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (28-ounce) can whole San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Marzano&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 1 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toothpicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place the chicken cutlets on a clean work surface, narrow end facing you. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Place one sage leaf crosswise on each of the pieces of chicken. Sprinkle each of the pieces of chicken with 1/2 ounce about 2 tablespoons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fontina&lt;/span&gt; cheese. Roll up the chicken and seal with one or two toothpicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm the olive oil and halved garlic clove in a large, heavy skillet over medium heat until the garlic is fragrant about 2 minutes. Add the chicken. Brown the chicken on all sides, about 3 minutes per side. Remove the chicken from the pan and remove and discard the chicken and garlic. Add the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;martinelli's&lt;/span&gt; and simmer for 2 minutes while scraping up the brown bits from the bottom of the pan with a wooden spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, combine the tomatoes and red pepper flakes in a blender and blend until smooth. Add the tomato mixture to the reduce wine in the pan. Simmer for 5 minutes to let the flavors marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Return to chicken to the pan. Simmer the chicken in the tomato sauce for 10 minutes. Turn the chicken over and simmer until cooked through 5 to 7 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remove the chicken from the chicken form the pan. Season the tomato sauce with salt and pepper. spoon the tomato sauce onto serving plates or a serving platter. Slice the chicken into 1 inch rounds. Remove the toothpicks. Place the chicken over the sauce and serve immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This to is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roasted Asparagus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 bunches medium asparagus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp kosher salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; freshly ground pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 450&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trim the woody ends from the asparagus, usually about 1 1/2 inches. lightly peel the remaining stalks. Spread the spears in a single layer on a baking sheet, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with the salt and pepper and roll to coal thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roast the asparagus until light browned and tender, about 8 to 10 minutes, giving the pan shake about halfway through to turn the asparagus. Arrange the roasted asparagus on a serving platter and top with some Parmesan. Serve warm or at room temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Cheesecake Cupcakes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ganache&lt;/span&gt; Frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 tablespoons butter, softened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup sugar, plus 2 tablespoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg at room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup milk at room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 ounces cream cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons mini semisweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons chopped walnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ganache&lt;/span&gt; frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place rack in the middle of the oven and preheat to 350 degrees f. Line 12 muffin cups with cupcake papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a medium bowl, sift together the flour,cocoa, baking powder salt and set aside. Using mixer, cream the butter and 3/4 cup sugar until pale yellow, about 1 minute. Add the egg and stir until just combined. Gently add half the flour mixture and stir until until just incorporated. Mix in the milk. Add the remaining flour mixture and stir until combined. Set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a small bowl, mix together the cream cheese, 2 Tablespoon sugar, and vanilla. Still in the chocolate chips and the walnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill prepared cupcake lines with enough chocolate batter to just cover the bottom. Add a dollop of the cream cheese filling to each, then top with remaining batter ( cream cheese should not be visible).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake at 20 minutes. Let cupcakes stand in the pan for 3 and then remove and allow to cool completely on the rack. Dip each cupcake in to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ganache&lt;/span&gt;, forming an even layer of frosting. Place in the refrigerator to set, about 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ganache&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cups semisweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup heavy cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place a heat prove bowl over over a pot of simmering water, and whisk together the chocolate, cream. Continue whisking until chocolate is melted and mixture is thick, about 4 minutes. Remove from heat and let stand for 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit the cupcakes were the winner at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I would have taken some pictures to show you how good every thing looked. I guess you will just have to come visit to see for yourself. Hope everyone had a great Easter. We love you all and miss you terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-89669423145462355?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/89669423145462355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=89669423145462355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/89669423145462355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/89669423145462355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-dinner.html' title='Easter Dinner'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8459137571004012826</id><published>2010-04-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:35:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UroTT69II/AAAAAAAAAY4/7s7EcNTVB64/s1600/tinsblog+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UroTT69II/AAAAAAAAAY4/7s7EcNTVB64/s320/tinsblog+079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455314495007814786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March has been a very busy month at the Bahr house. We are doing some deep Spring cleaning, and that means going through every drawer, cupboard nook and cranny in this house. Needless to say I sent my old dishes to Good Will and bought some new dishes and cups, which we were in bad need of. The Highlander was packed on its first trip over and that was only the kitchen and two bags of clothes from our closets. I am so excited to see what else I can find. I have found some interesting treasures while cleaning. I found a stuffed turkey and some Christmas dishes I didn't know I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UriRv7LtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1ZDnjhnaQqc/s1600/tinsblog+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UriRv7LtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1ZDnjhnaQqc/s320/tinsblog+084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455314391509184210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makaila turned 15! That means 1 more year till she can date guys that look like this. (Dennis is the one with long hair and glasses). She had a fun birthday party. We had some of her friends come over, we did Tokyo Joe's sauce and homemade toppings. It was really good. She got a bass guitar, amp, some new clothes and a new i-pod. This will be her third, we told her this one had better not go through the wash. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makaila turning 15 also means drivers ed. We are on the fence about this. I have just found out I don't have good night vision (which means I don't have any). It would be nice to have another driver around, it is just hard to believe it will be my daughter. I am not so sure about all this growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also had her Spring orchestra recital. They did a great job, she is becoming a wonderful musician. She has the violin, guitar, bass guitar and she is trying out the piano. She is fun to have around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March also means Buble.............................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7Uq5ZHTNAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/C7mZW5CEKCM/s1600/tinsblog+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7Uq5ZHTNAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/C7mZW5CEKCM/s400/tinsblog+083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455313689111639042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naturally 7 opened for him they were amazing and are now a favorite at our house. I loved every minute of this concert. We wish we would of taken Makaila with us when we were there. He put on a great show for us and I would love to be able to see him again. He isn't bad to look at either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UqzoEdQAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FS7WsHx5STY/s1600/tinsblog+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UqzoEdQAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FS7WsHx5STY/s400/tinsblog+082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455313590047031298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am just hoping April isn't a let down with all the great things that happened in March. We are hoping for some company and are really loving Spring. &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/6515344277376347878-8459137571004012826?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8459137571004012826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8459137571004012826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8459137571004012826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8459137571004012826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S7UroTT69II/AAAAAAAAAY4/7s7EcNTVB64/s72-c/tinsblog+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-6246337028805329044</id><published>2010-03-16T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:23:14.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better in Boulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S6ACvDkxIWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aod75lqUxCw/s1600-h/radda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S6ACvDkxIWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aod75lqUxCw/s400/radda1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449358556554928482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited to be able to go to Boulder for the day with a good friend and do some antique shopping. We did a little looking and she picked up some paintings her step-father had painted she had on consignment. (I liked them so much I was able to get them for a steal, literally.)  Before you knew it food came to my mind she told me she knew of a great little Italian restaurant.  Oh my word. Jon be jealous, amazing food, I have never had better Italian in my life. It was worth the drive for for that alone. The place is called Radda. Not only fun to say but fun to be at. Gorgeous view, service was great and did I mention the food.  It is well worth the drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6246337028805329044?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6246337028805329044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6246337028805329044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6246337028805329044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6246337028805329044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-in-boulder.html' title='Better in Boulder'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S6ACvDkxIWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aod75lqUxCw/s72-c/radda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3119822718811702482</id><published>2010-03-10T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:59:25.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hY9wIcsOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AugwYwrTQ-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hY9wIcsOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AugwYwrTQ-Q/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447201567220216034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who have not had the luxury and I do say luxury lightly, of driving through Wyoming to Idaho. I thought I would give you a small taste of what we get to see on our scenic drive.    Nothing..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYwOJGH8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/F4mkPTbxHb4/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYwOJGH8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/F4mkPTbxHb4/s200/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447201334757826498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rawlins&lt;/span&gt; is a interesting place to visit. We usually stop, quickly I might add for a treat, the potty and gas. We stretch our legs and quickly get back in the car and head on to our next stop, Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYeE-eCvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8Lh-R8r4tA8/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYeE-eCvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8Lh-R8r4tA8/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447201023059692274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Springs, we are all in for a real treat now. The scenery along the way in amazing I might add. No trees, no mountains  basically nothing to see but fences, rocks, grass and snow and my very favorite thing in the whole world to see on the wonderful drive along the way Truckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYTYbyLcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/U3k2IHY5Zm4/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYTYbyLcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/U3k2IHY5Zm4/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200839304359362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught a small hill in the distance and thought you might want to see the foliage and sagebrush that we are able to see. We were also lucky enough to have blue sky and wind on this trip, just a note we are usually lucky enough to have wind on the drive through Wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYIETqWII/AAAAAAAAAXY/nSWMRQhoBuM/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hYIETqWII/AAAAAAAAAXY/nSWMRQhoBuM/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200644923021442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hX8kweCZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-CT4BI0sXbY/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hX8kweCZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-CT4BI0sXbY/s200/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200447475354002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    This is my least favorite part of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXy094B9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/cebfvVZ9F3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXy094B9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/cebfvVZ9F3Q/s200/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200280027858898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drive. Truckers, they have a tendency to think they own the road. I know that not all of them think this just the one's that are on the road at the same time I am. I also had a feeling they did not like me taking pictures of them while they were driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this little treasure while at a truck stop. They have some (I will say this delicately) places for the truckers to stop and have their needs met. I figured they also needed a place for them to stop and repent. I had to have this picture. A Truckers Chapel inside a Truck bed. I still can't get over this. I have been back and forth this same route I don't know how many times and this is the first time I have ever seen this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXlUsME-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/kHpW5IeAYdg/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXlUsME-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/kHpW5IeAYdg/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200048025441250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Yes this is how they really drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXT6TYwtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wUgLVlt2bz8/s1600-h/truckdrivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXT6TYwtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wUgLVlt2bz8/s200/truckdrivers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199748884316882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Beautiful, Beautiful Denver.....I am sure we will take route again.&lt;div&gt;                                           with more memories to be made....we missed you Jon and Lindsay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXCHDgkaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u7ryH_2okSc/s1600-h/denver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hXCHDgkaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u7ryH_2okSc/s200/denver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199443069735330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-3119822718811702482?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3119822718811702482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3119822718811702482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3119822718811702482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3119822718811702482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/03/wyoming.html' title='Wyoming............................'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S5hY9wIcsOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AugwYwrTQ-Q/s72-c/IMG_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8601891420154493577</id><published>2010-01-27T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:18:09.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason to Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S2COkYLZ64I/AAAAAAAAAWg/BbrT3Vsy6io/s1600-h/tinsblog+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S2COkYLZ64I/AAAAAAAAAWg/BbrT3Vsy6io/s200/tinsblog+076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431497906225539970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my calling. I get to work with the 4 year olds in Primary. Last week our lesson was, "I am a Child of God." I was searching the Internet for some lesson helps and stumbled on this cute idea on sugardoodle.com. I am lucky enough to have a handy husband who loves to work with wood. He was willing to cut out the wood blocks for me. I did the initial sanding. We painted them and then added the names and  the lettering over top that says, I am a Child of God. I think they turned out great. The kids loved them.  The lesson went great. &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It turned out to be Ward Conference and I had a Stake visitor in my class.  The kids behaved very well. The only problem is, they are convinced they lived in Florida before they were born. I think this will be the focus of our lesson for the next couple of weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Shane I could also think of a few nieces and nephews that needed these.  We will see what happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S2COXNeE_SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bO0KUFUhTMk/s1600-h/tinsblog+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S2COXNeE_SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bO0KUFUhTMk/s320/tinsblog+078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431497680012770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-8601891420154493577?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8601891420154493577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8601891420154493577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8601891420154493577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8601891420154493577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/01/reason-to-craft.html' title='A Reason to Craft'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S2COkYLZ64I/AAAAAAAAAWg/BbrT3Vsy6io/s72-c/tinsblog+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-1940066598217204928</id><published>2010-01-22T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:20:07.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Grandma J.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pM3aeoYSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ExjMqrtBdDg/s1600-h/tinsblog+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pM3aeoYSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ExjMqrtBdDg/s400/tinsblog+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429736815632867618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to go down and spend an afternoon with Grandma J. while we were in Idaho. She is still fun and spunky at 90. Makaila was willing to bring her guitar and play and sing for her. We heard some Christmas songs and a few John Denver tunes. I think Grandma was hoping for "Delilah" by the Oak Ridge Boys, but Makaila just can't go quite that low. I still think she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pMupXJVAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hu9qpnyWWK4/s1600-h/tinsblog+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pMupXJVAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hu9qpnyWWK4/s400/tinsblog+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429736665009181698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makaila decided to show Grandma how to play the guitar. Grandma has a little trouble seeing these days.  I miss not living as close as we use to.  She is a true blue Grandma, she thinks all her grandkids and great grandkids are amazing and can do no wrong. I absolutely love her and think she can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pMj-nomuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/o6qN-jJMvGo/s1600-h/tinsblog+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pMj-nomuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/o6qN-jJMvGo/s400/tinsblog+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429736481736923874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-1940066598217204928?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/1940066598217204928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=1940066598217204928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1940066598217204928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1940066598217204928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-with-grandma-j.html' title='A day with Grandma J.'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1pM3aeoYSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ExjMqrtBdDg/s72-c/tinsblog+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-7858751779926882382</id><published>2010-01-21T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:43:48.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jYOv1e0YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/StN2zrfVlv4/s1600-h/tinsblog+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jYOv1e0YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/StN2zrfVlv4/s200/tinsblog+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429327098665685378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jYAULRm8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/FoUEODAakvw/s1600-h/tinsblog+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jYAULRm8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/FoUEODAakvw/s400/tinsblog+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429326850722732994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jXy--AB5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/hIZySoJKSME/s1600-h/tinsblog+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jXy--AB5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/hIZySoJKSME/s400/tinsblog+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429326621691611026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;After many road closures through Wyoming, a very impatient Kristin wanting all her Christmas decorations down before they left. We finally made it.  With little help from my new GPS (whom I affectionately refer to as Gert.) We arrived at Shane's parents around 9:00 and settled in for a very cold night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;The next day we were treated to a guitar solo by Makaila and Milo even joined in on his harmonica, a couple games of pool later we headed to Rexburg for a court of honor, it was a clear and beautiful night in the Teton Valley the Tetons were beautiful. The only problem was it was freezing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-7858751779926882382?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/7858751779926882382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=7858751779926882382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7858751779926882382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7858751779926882382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1jYOv1e0YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/StN2zrfVlv4/s72-c/tinsblog+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3733200120193623577</id><published>2010-01-15T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:36:57.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1DPv8XUHjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3BbVZFVxVmU/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1DPv8XUHjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3BbVZFVxVmU/s400/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427065973546163762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes ladies who would want Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; when they could look at that face and hear that voice. Michael Bub-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; as I like to say is still coming to town.  The problem is Christmas came faster. I guess I have to look at it this way. I have Martin Luther King day to look forward to.  Then we have the all important Birthday of yours truly, then President's day. My baby girl's 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and then of course Saint Patrick's Day. I think it will come much faster if I look forward to each individual holiday. Oh and I did leave out the ever important Sunday of Sunday's the Super Bowl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is still as of today 64 days and counting..........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-3733200120193623577?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3733200120193623577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3733200120193623577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3733200120193623577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3733200120193623577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/01/rob-who.html' title='Rob who?'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S1DPv8XUHjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3BbVZFVxVmU/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-712147892878284813</id><published>2010-01-03T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:35:32.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S0FBJwqxKfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vMm568kbi7g/s1600-h/Gethsemane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S0FBJwqxKfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vMm568kbi7g/s400/Gethsemane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422687062269700594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When being asked last year what my New Year's resolutions was going to be, it didn't take long for me to answer. I have thought long and hard about mine for several month's.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be honest, I have tried exercise, dieting, being kind to truckers and people who drive to slow and trying to quit eating chocolate and 100% Visiting Teaching and have failed at all of them. So I have tried something I think I can do. I am going to follow in the footsteps of someone I admire greatly, my Savior and my Mom. I am going to do more service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this picture on a blog I follow and was deeply touched at what I saw. We all have moments similar to this, we feel we are alone when no one  is around or cares, but their is still one person at our side watching over us and helping us through our deepest, darkest hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to those who have helped me get through all those times when I didn't think their was a light at the end of the tunnel.  You have helped me more than I will ever be able to repay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Christ lives....May you all have a wonderful and spontaneous New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is called  "Gethsemane" and is by "Adam Abram"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks Bakow Babble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-712147892878284813?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/712147892878284813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=712147892878284813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/712147892878284813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/712147892878284813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolution&apos;s'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/S0FBJwqxKfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vMm568kbi7g/s72-c/Gethsemane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-7253420945949813196</id><published>2009-12-24T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:08:56.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Shig, Tin and MK</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 344px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Sy_vUqTrLsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cR60Ci0P-yM/s400/michael.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417812014983229122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Sy_tCcT1HoI/AAAAAAAAATw/mMTQWWoRgCc/s1600-h/michael1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Sy_tCcT1HoI/AAAAAAAAATw/mMTQWWoRgCc/s400/michael1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417809502964883074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it ain't Santa. I received the best gift in the mail TWO tickets to the&lt;div&gt;March 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt; concert at the Pepsi Center. And they are great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seats. I get to see and hear my favorite crooner up close and personal.  Now the only problem I have is waiting clear until March to go. I haven't been this excited about a concert since my college friends and I took off and headed to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;. We thought we were such rebels.  Just look how far I have come.  I don't think they will have a mosh pit at this concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to dress up and even use my jazz hands and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; arms. I am really good at jazz hands in the kitchen singing along with him on my i-pod. We will see what people think of it at the concert. The countdown has begun. 100 days and counting.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6651517914031388671?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6651517914031388671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6651517914031388671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6651517914031388671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6651517914031388671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-whos-coming-to-town.html' title='Guess who&apos;s coming to town?'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Sy_vUqTrLsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cR60Ci0P-yM/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-1822791463023162776</id><published>2009-12-18T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:10:27.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blue Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SywxfOebd1I/AAAAAAAAATY/85g-LwOIeKo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SywxfOebd1I/AAAAAAAAATY/85g-LwOIeKo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416758864351295314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;We are having a Blue Christmas at our house. Our tree is finally up. The decorations are out. The Christmas music is playing. The piano students are giddily playing Christmas songs. We have even been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makaila's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas orchestra concert. But sadly Johnny Mathis is missing. I do have the C.D. case, I however do not have the C.D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I can remember as a child laying on the couch and listening to the record over and over until I was worried it would wear out. I can sing each song word for word. I know how long to hold each and every note. When to come in on each song, and if I hear just a few notes I know it is a Johnny Mathis, Christmas song. I must say I feel like a child who just had his bike stolen. I am still holding out some hope. I am giving it until maybe tomorrow and then I might have to get another one. I feel all sad inside knowing that case is empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-1822791463023162776?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/1822791463023162776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=1822791463023162776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1822791463023162776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1822791463023162776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-christmas.html' title='A Blue Christmas'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SywxfOebd1I/AAAAAAAAATY/85g-LwOIeKo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-628969488138388179</id><published>2009-10-24T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:50:52.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mak n' Cheese</title><content type='html'>Makaila has a new blog, you can check it out by clicking on my list of blogs. Her new url is thedaymymindexploded.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-628969488138388179?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/628969488138388179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=628969488138388179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/628969488138388179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/628969488138388179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/10/mak-n-cheese.html' title='Mak n&apos; Cheese'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-4224712085933886664</id><published>2009-10-16T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:47:57.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>I have decided I want a lazy day with no responsiblities.....I want someone to come clean my house, drive me around, cook for me and make all my decisions. They could even teach  my piano lessons for a week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to sit around and read for a week. Any thing I want for a week. I have about decided this is a sign of getting old. I even want a personal shopper for grocery's and clothing.  Or is this simply called laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-4224712085933886664?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/4224712085933886664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=4224712085933886664&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/4224712085933886664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/4224712085933886664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/10/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3246672667342741137</id><published>2009-10-13T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:59:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shane and I were able to get away for a few days and spend some time in D.C. Shane had some business meetings, but I must admit it was nice to get away from everything for a couple of days. We were able to see some of the sights we had not seen before and I was able to walk around at my own pace and do some sight seeing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love Washington and the people are as much fun to watch as the sights sometimes. We were close to Union  Station (a 5 minute walk) so we were also very close to the capital. I think the highlight of my trip was when a man was telling his son that the President lived in the Capital, I corrected him and pointed them in the direction of the White House. If any of you know my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;direction&lt;/span&gt; you will know how hard that can be for me. I had just come from the White House, so I was feeling very confident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was nice to come home I love to travel, but after landing late in Chicago, spending 20 minutes running to catch my connection which was on the other side of the airport, I was very happy to see Shane in Denver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think I am ready to go to the South, try out some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;y'alls&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-3246672667342741137?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3246672667342741137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3246672667342741137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3246672667342741137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3246672667342741137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/10/washington-dc.html' title='Washington D.C.'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8190784561469850128</id><published>2009-09-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:37:25.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 28th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SsDinvRDonI/AAAAAAAAAS8/H8q6q-dtTRo/s1600-h/tinsblog+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SsDinvRDonI/AAAAAAAAAS8/H8q6q-dtTRo/s400/tinsblog+122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386554326665896562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding colors..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Peach,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; Emerald Green,&lt;/span&gt; Kristin a little late for the Temple, Shane weighed in at 135.  The wrong wedding cake, I married into a great family with my husbands parents as old as my grandparents, and his oldest brother just a little younger than my parents. I became an instant aunt, with one niece older than me.  We have been married today for 19 years and they get better each and every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We share this day with some amazing people. One of them is my brother Jonny. He turns 33 today. I remember him on our wedding day. He got a birthday cake, we sang Happy Birthday to him, but I am sure that at 14 he felt a little disappointed that it wasn't his day. It is also Shane's mothers birthday she also received a cake and a song at the same time during our wedding luncheon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also share the day with my great-grandparents. They were married the same day. I wish I knew how many years they would be celebrating today, but I am excited to know that they are married for eternity and that today they are are happy and together forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane is a great father and husband, he is patient and believe me he needs to be with me. I tend to speak my mind and do it often. We have been through a lot in our 19 years, but we have amazing things to show for it. I believe the best is our daughter. I am grateful to be sealed for eternity in the temple to my husband and daughter. I am so thankful for Heavenly Father's plan for his children, and for the opportunity that I have to be with my family forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-8190784561469850128?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8190784561469850128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8190784561469850128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8190784561469850128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8190784561469850128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-28th.html' title='September 28th'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SsDinvRDonI/AAAAAAAAAS8/H8q6q-dtTRo/s72-c/tinsblog+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-1103628788039911677</id><published>2009-09-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:55:02.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/19/1919...A Great Day to be born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Srv1oSVsz3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wZcckodigAk/s1600-h/tinsblog+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Srv1oSVsz3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wZcckodigAk/s400/tinsblog+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385167851917987698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Grandma Johnson (or Grandma J as we refer to her) turned 90 on Saturday.  I would love to be able to list 90 things I love about my grandma, and believe me I could but by the time I got half way through the post most of you would be bored and never read my blog again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I will go with 9...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. She is the most amazing woman I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. No matter where you go with her she always runs into someone either she knows or who know her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. She has a very positive attitude and doesn't let things get her down, no matter what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. She adores her grandchildren and great grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. She has spirit and spunk and I hope I can have half as much as she does when I am her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6.  She is the most beautiful woman I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. She still does service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8.  She isn't afraid of what people think about her, and she never has been. She is always honest about who and what she stand for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. She has a very strong testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ and she isn't afraid to share it with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;I can think of no better compliment than for someone to tell me that I remind them of Flora Johnson. I look to her and try to be like her. She is and always will be one of the most amazing woman I know. And she raised a strong woman, my mother who has gone on the raise strong women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love you grandma.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-1103628788039911677?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/1103628788039911677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=1103628788039911677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1103628788039911677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/1103628788039911677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/09/9191919.html' title='9/19/1919...A Great Day to be born'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/Srv1oSVsz3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wZcckodigAk/s72-c/tinsblog+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-5890723619611241240</id><published>2009-05-26T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:19:12.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephew Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShyqoJGEwuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rMMJXcZt0io/s1600-h/jesus+christ"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShyqoJGEwuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rMMJXcZt0io/s400/jesus+christ" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340330864767451874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My nephew Cole is 3 years old. The thing that makes him different than most 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his age is that he LOVES superheroes, and crayola crayons, and when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coloring&lt;/span&gt; his superheroes, and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; knows the difference between the red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; and the black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; and he is very specific about what colors they should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently in nursery he was asked a very specific question about Jesus Christ, he was asked whether or not Jesus was a superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The teacher couldn't see his face, but noticed the long pause. The teacher then explained that Jesus is her hero because he fights for good. She asked what color he thought Jesus should wear. After another long pause, she pointed to the pictures on the wall of Jesus wearing white robes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"White?" The teacher heard him ask. "Jesus should wear red," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This is just part of the reason I love children. I have the opportunity to be with them each Sunday in the nursery. I believe they are our future leaders and truly teach me more than I teach them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This full article can be found on the right hand side of my blog on a link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-5890723619611241240?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/5890723619611241240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=5890723619611241240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5890723619611241240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5890723619611241240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-nephew-cole.html' title='My Nephew Cole'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShyqoJGEwuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rMMJXcZt0io/s72-c/jesus+christ' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-854681832310354921</id><published>2009-05-20T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:47:29.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShTcu1IbaaI/AAAAAAAAARw/RvH74DEZlU0/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShTcu1IbaaI/AAAAAAAAARw/RvH74DEZlU0/s320/1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134155435403682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShTcpdIrD6I/AAAAAAAAARo/j5kjIs_K79w/s1600-h/blog"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShTcpdIrD6I/AAAAAAAAARo/j5kjIs_K79w/s320/blog" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134063094632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing better than an upset is there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-854681832310354921?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/854681832310354921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=854681832310354921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/854681832310354921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/854681832310354921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html' title='What!'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/ShTcu1IbaaI/AAAAAAAAARw/RvH74DEZlU0/s72-c/1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-4702354171529473148</id><published>2009-04-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:29:29.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Real" Housewifes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SeX56aUfdXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cIrJ0V2NTFQ/s1600-h/real+housewives"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SeX56aUfdXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cIrJ0V2NTFQ/s320/real+housewives" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324936916328478066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have gotten interested in the show the "Real Housewifes Series". Call me crazy, but this is not my idea of a "real" housewife.  I must say I get a kick out of watching the show. I think to be a house wife you need to 1. be married , 2. have a personality, 3.  be kind&lt;div&gt;I would like to put together my own show, it would be full of real women,  LaRae Moss, Tauna Egan, Janice Nestman, Kay Baker, and Karren Garrett. Believe me this would get much higher ratings that what they have on TV now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-4702354171529473148?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/4702354171529473148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=4702354171529473148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/4702354171529473148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/4702354171529473148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-housewifes.html' title='&quot;Real&quot; Housewifes..'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SeX56aUfdXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cIrJ0V2NTFQ/s72-c/real+housewives' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-693615885183855355</id><published>2009-04-05T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:10:05.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SdmnJH2_uNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CnzCHGJJB6U/s1600-h/tinsblog"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SdmnJH2_uNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CnzCHGJJB6U/s320/tinsblog" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321468209885329618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My dad retired a week ago. It was one of the neatest experiences of my life. I knew my dad was a great man, but to be able to see others recognize him made it so much more special. I love my dad, he is my hero and I strive to be more like him each and every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He is the best grandpa I know and a wonderful father.  My favorite book is "To Kill A Mockingbird" in that book towards the end, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Atticus&lt;/span&gt; has lost his trial, the blacks are sitting in the balcony and out of respect for him they all stand, Scout is confused by this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Calpurnia&lt;/span&gt; says, "Stand up, your fathers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;passin&lt;/span&gt;." I can say I would stand for my father any day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My dad is a great inspiration to his family, I recently found a quote that said; " Don't raise your son to be a hero raise him to be a son and then he will be a hero, even if it is in your own eyes." I know that your parents think of you as a hero. I know that your kids do. I love you dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-693615885183855355?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/693615885183855355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=693615885183855355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/693615885183855355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/693615885183855355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/04/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SdmnJH2_uNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CnzCHGJJB6U/s72-c/tinsblog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-3332545838595586864</id><published>2009-03-13T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:50:06.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSTERY GIVE AWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have seen this on both of my sister-in-laws blogs. I decided to bite the bullet (so to speak) and take the challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The first 5 people to comment on this post will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; something made by me...but there is a catch;here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. It's my choice what to make...and you won't know know what it will be until you get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I make no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guarantees&lt;/span&gt; that you will like what I make, but I hope you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;3. What I create will be just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I will be done this year. (hopefully well before that) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The catch is that you must re-post and offer the same giveaway to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. It's all about sharing the love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you don't have a blog you can choose a few people to send something fun and homemade too, and then hope that they do the same).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-3332545838595586864?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/3332545838595586864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=3332545838595586864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3332545838595586864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/3332545838595586864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/03/mystery-give-away.html' title='MYSTERY GIVE AWAY!'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-6802164413381447998</id><published>2009-03-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:03:44.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SbXGxzhDwjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KOsw-xQiZYw/s1600-h/Bahr_0026_edited-1bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SbXGxzhDwjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KOsw-xQiZYw/s320/Bahr_0026_edited-1bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311369894498124338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14 years ago we got a phone call, I know this does not happen to most newly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; parents, but we were told our daughter had been born. I can't even explain the excitement that went through me at that moment. My thoughts were a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jumbled&lt;/span&gt;, I wondered how the Birth Mom and her family were doing, what I needed to do to prepare to have a new born baby in my home the next day. &lt;div&gt;I remember not sleeping very well that night, and on the ride to go and see her, the thing I remember most was when we got there our Social Worker told us that if this is not your child, don't take her. My brain was screaming "you have got to be kidding me" I have waited 5 years for her, there is no way we are not taking her. I remember walking into a room and seeing her placed on a table, they told us to redress her. She had long skinny feet, bright red lips and rosy checks, but the most important thing on her body was a small birthmark. My grandpa has passed away shortly before she was born, I asked him to please make sure when our baby came to us I would know that she was ours. I saw that birthmark, (in the same place my sister Liz's is) and new without a shadow of a doubt that she had been sent to the right home. (I think grandpa J. may have helped kick her out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite memories are, bike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rides&lt;/span&gt; up the hill to grandma and grandpa's, eating strawberries out of the swimming pool, eating tomatoes straight from the garden,  her great love for her Uncle Dean and Aunt Char, her love for her cousins, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excpecially&lt;/span&gt; the one who calls her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mataila&lt;/span&gt;) long talks, helping her understand that girlfriends will get better. Her constant love for those who are different that her, and her tolerance and understanding for change, and so many more that makes her who she is today. She is a lovely young woman and I am proud to call her my daughter. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makaila&lt;/span&gt;. Happy Birthday.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-6802164413381447998?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/6802164413381447998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=6802164413381447998&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6802164413381447998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/6802164413381447998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2009/03/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SbXGxzhDwjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KOsw-xQiZYw/s72-c/Bahr_0026_edited-1bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-8195599318533169912</id><published>2008-11-30T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:07:49.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Char</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/STMXPKOT0KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Dl61Buxuiys/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274585137790832802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/STMXPKOT0KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Dl61Buxuiys/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I married into Shane's family I was lucky to have some great sister-in-law's. I was however even more fortunate to have one very special sister-in-law. She was married to Shane's oldest brother Dean.  Shane has two brother's, one lives in Germany and Dean and Char lived close to us. Char and I became very close, I have been able to tell Char things that I could not tell anyone else. She very quickly became my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night at 12:35 we got the phone call that no one wants. Char had hit a patch of black ice 5 miles from home, she did not survive the accident. I can't even put into words the heartache our family is going through.  There is a hole inside where Char use to be, and it won't be filled until I am able to see her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am so grateful for the gospel and the plan of salvation, the blessings that we have through eternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can just see Char smiling down on us, comforting us in her way and being grateful she doesn't have to wear uncomfortable shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Char this one is for you...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-8195599318533169912?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/8195599318533169912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=8195599318533169912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8195599318533169912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/8195599318533169912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2008/11/char.html' title='Char'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/STMXPKOT0KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Dl61Buxuiys/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-5520626767316920883</id><published>2008-08-07T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:20:06.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtX6uGQFJI/AAAAAAAAALY/weMB96bvn60/s1600-h/tinsblog+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231872058439242898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtX6uGQFJI/AAAAAAAAALY/weMB96bvn60/s400/tinsblog+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad is a great man. He has always been my strength. I have always been able to call him when ever I needed him for anything. I like it now to be able to think that maybe we can all be a strength to him. I have always thought of him as dignified and handsome. My mom thinks he is cute. I will also agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtXPqsvxXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOftXhiDkiQ/s1600-h/tinsblog+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231871318792586610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtXPqsvxXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOftXhiDkiQ/s400/tinsblog+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry it is such a dark picture. I am just beginning to realize how short I am. This is mom and I. My mom is an amazing woman. She does so much service for people. I need to look to her and be more like her. She carries herself with great dignity. I think she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtWxHIe-oI/AAAAAAAAALI/juk5p64ZtM8/s1600-h/tinsblog+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231870793849174658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtWxHIe-oI/AAAAAAAAALI/juk5p64ZtM8/s400/tinsblog+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Some early Birthday cake for my dad thanks to Lindsay. It was delicious. She had home made chocolate syrup to put on top. Always a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtWUi_emZI/AAAAAAAAALA/l-HHrhuzYRg/s1600-h/tinsblog+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231870303111387538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtWUi_emZI/AAAAAAAAALA/l-HHrhuzYRg/s400/tinsblog+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; way to visit my dad's mission. He served in the gulf states mission. He wants to head to Shreveport, Louisiana. He said he had some addresses he wanted to look up. I am excited for them. He has talked about doing this for so long. Hopefully they don't cook to death in the heat. It was so much fun to have them come and stay for a night. They look great, and I know they are going to have so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a late dinner with Lindsay, Jon and Calvin. We cooked Hamburger dinners and corn on the cob. It tasted so good.&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/6515344277376347878-5520626767316920883?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/5520626767316920883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=5520626767316920883&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5520626767316920883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/5520626767316920883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2008/08/mom-and-dad.html' title='Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SJtX6uGQFJI/AAAAAAAAALY/weMB96bvn60/s72-c/tinsblog+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515344277376347878.post-7475320508424684694</id><published>2008-07-10T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:53:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SHY3X1AJYkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RzEAMy6WVNs/s1600-h/tinsblog+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221421700486881858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SHY3X1AJYkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RzEAMy6WVNs/s400/tinsblog+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane and I went to Idaho to pick up Makaila who had spent a week with my parents. I walked in my childhood home and was told my dad had prostate cancer. (My dad is the handsome devil sitting on the far right, next to my grandma Johnson) Our family is holding up pretty well. It was a shock, and not something you ever want to hear them say about your dad. My family is amazing. We are all strong. We will make it though this. My dad is amazing he is the type of person you wish everyone knew. He always says the right thing at the right time. Whenever there is a crisis, we would always call dad. I love my dad more than anything and can't even begin to imagine what it would be like for him to have to go through this. The Lord is going to take care of him. There have been fasts and prayers said for him that I am sure we are not even aware of. I love you dad and right now I feel calm about things, everything will work out. We love you and I am proud to call you Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515344277376347878-7475320508424684694?l=shigandtin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/feeds/7475320508424684694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6515344277376347878&amp;postID=7475320508424684694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7475320508424684694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515344277376347878/posts/default/7475320508424684694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shigandtin.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dad.html' title='My dad'/><author><name>Tin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13093019749493905586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/TKfSqLQibsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8cxnjfzr5Ow/S220/yellow+daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgKFvRmneGI/SHY3X1AJYkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RzEAMy6WVNs/s72-c/tinsblog+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
