<?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-568556244430799690</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:55:13.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken and Lindsey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-3899038325638583537</id><published>2009-09-22T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:57:35.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She struck again</title><content type='html'>For those of my friends who really want to know yes it happened again.  I mean, of course, my little imp, Wendy.  She happens so frequently.  Saturday I took the Young Women to Mammoth Cave and Ken went to the Stake Father/Son Camp out so I had to take all the girls with me.  We didn't go on any fancy tours or anything.  Just something that was fun, interesting and easy (the Historic tour). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 10 minutes into the cave Wendy says, "Mom I have to pee."  Now this time I was holding Wendy because she was scared of the dark cave.  I said, "Wendy don't you pee on me."  She assured me that she was going to try and hold it.  That for some reason didn't make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was frantically trying to think what I was going to do.  I finally decided to tell the ranger and see what she thought.  She gave me 2 options:  1.  There were bathrooms on the tour and we could wait.  It would take us 15 minutes to get there.  2.  She could give me a bag and I could take her potty right away behind a rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for the latter.  I did not want to have a repeat of Alice in Wonderland.  I got the bag took Wendy behind a rock.  This bag was all done up with a funnel on it so you could get you pee in.  Then it had another bad attached to let you dispose of the pee properly without spillage.  I had to balance Wendy between my legs and position the bag under her bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well.  Wendy did pee on my hand a little and I did miss the bag a little.  The good thing about my hands getting peed on is that it wasn't my clothes and that I could wash my hands in the bathroom.  The best thing is that now Mammoth Cave has a piece of our little group from Lexington.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone will know what to do if your in a cave and your child or you, if the case may be, need to relieve that urge.  Hope this helps someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-3899038325638583537?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3899038325638583537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=3899038325638583537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3899038325638583537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3899038325638583537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-struck-again.html' title='She struck again'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-4184298154725504768</id><published>2009-09-17T09:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:53:17.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>What do you do if your mom won't let you walk on the new carpet with shoes on and you have to walk on the carpet to brush your teeth? Oh and you have already put your shoes on? You brush your teeth with your finger in the downstairs bathroom and hope that you did a good job and your breath won't smell. This is a decision that my kids now have to make now. I have turned into a monster anytime anyone (including Ken) tries to go upstairs with their shoes on (or food). My carpet is just so beautiful. I love it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382431893940059266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SrI9SkoHvII/AAAAAAAAAO8/jNtU9yXWM4E/s320/IMG_3181.JPG" /&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/568556244430799690-4184298154725504768?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4184298154725504768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=4184298154725504768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4184298154725504768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4184298154725504768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/questio-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SrI9SkoHvII/AAAAAAAAAO8/jNtU9yXWM4E/s72-c/IMG_3181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-3505363320040482250</id><published>2009-08-28T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:29:39.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice through the looking glass</title><content type='html'>Last night I took my girls to see Alice in Wonderland.  We got dressed up and drove to Louisville to eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory first.  I have wanted to eat there since I was a kid and it was the first time.  I was really excited.  Then we went to see Alice Through the Looking Glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we were told that not only did we have tickets for the show but we got to sit on the stage.  We were going to be part of the show.  Mary Alice got nervous she didn't want to have to be in the show.  LOL.  When we went to sit down they also told us that we needed to use the restroom because we would not have any intermission and we couldn't leave since we were on stage.  So I took Wendy to the bathroom.  Knowing Wendy I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not 10 minutes into the show when Wendy started to jump around and hold herself and tell me that she had to pee again.  I couldn't leave they told me not to.  What was I going to do.  I put her on my lap to get her moving and get pee off mind.  I guess I thought that would work.  Then of course she peed all over my lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you all have ever been in this situation before but it was awful.  Every time the lights went on you could see the puddle on the floor under my feet.  The worst part was that the actors would come right over and talk to us.  I was so afraid that they would slip in the pee so I put my legs out.  I was devastated and Wendy was jolly since she peed.  She was smiling and laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wendy told me that she had to pee again.  I almost started crying.  I just got up and ran off the stage.  It was pretty dramatic.  I got to the bathroom and cleaned my legs, skirt, and shoes as well as Wendy's underwear (her skirt was clean because it was up when she peed on me).  We were wet but  we didn't smell like pee anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the stage they were in the tea party scene.  I waited until the lights went out and ran back to my seat.  I was like I just appeared on stage.  It was kinda funny.  When the lights went low again I cleaned up the puddle of pee under my seat with the paper towels from the bathroom and then I really felt better.  I could finally relax and enjoy the rest of the show.  Now I wish I could say that was the end but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 5 minutes after we sat back down the Mad Hatter decided to sit in my lap.  I tried to prevent him from doing it but I couldn't without grabbing his butt.  So he just sat in my wet lap.  uggg!   That was really embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show everyone kept coming up to Wendy and telling her how cute she was and that they had more fun watching her then the show.  All I kept thinking was I hope you didn't see her pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-3505363320040482250?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3505363320040482250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=3505363320040482250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3505363320040482250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3505363320040482250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/alice-through-looking-glass.html' title='Alice through the looking glass'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-2621341236291227510</id><published>2009-08-12T14:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:28:13.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SoMEjTk-eTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KIyBlkJunW8/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369140185353058610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SoMEjTk-eTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KIyBlkJunW8/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought since I haven't blogged in a while I would start with this. What is better that a lazy day at the beach? *** Freedom!! **** Now you have to say it like William Wallace in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braveheart&lt;/span&gt;. You know really scream it.   FREEDOM!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all your kids in school for the first time is NICE. As much as I love them I'm so glad that won't come and tell me one more time, "Mom I'm bored." I started to make them clean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they said that to me. The last week I've had the cleanest house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy didn't even look back at me. She ran into her classroom smiling and ready for school. Stephanie whom you see in not in this picture was not ready to have a picture taken. She was still getting ready. But I promise she looked beautiful when she left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-2621341236291227510?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2621341236291227510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=2621341236291227510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2621341236291227510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2621341236291227510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-better-that-lazy-day-at-beach.html' title='Freedom!!!'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SoMEjTk-eTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KIyBlkJunW8/s72-c/IMG_3054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-7673630846135503865</id><published>2009-02-11T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:49:45.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLhFJl0HMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FfnPGIo2sGk/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301547189958614210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLhFJl0HMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FfnPGIo2sGk/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every child cuts their own hair.  Some are worse than others.  You may be thinking that Wendy's hair doesn't look that bad.  Let me assure you it's not, but with the events that came at the same time I learned she cut her hair it made it so much worse...&lt;br /&gt; Saturday night I went out with some friends and when I got home Ken said Wendy fell asleep on the couch and peed.  He loves me so much he left it for me.   Yeah.  So I cleaned it up and of course, Wendy wasn't tire at all so she was still up.  I went into say goodnight to her and I saw scissors on her nightstand and thought to myself that I needed to put those things away, but I didn't.  I hate it when I do things like that. &lt;br /&gt; About an hour later she was still running around and we told her to get in bed.  Things got quiet so we thought she was sleeping.  The next morning I had early meetings before church so I didn't get any of the kids up. &lt;br /&gt; Ken got to church on time the kids looked good I was so happy.  He did such a good job.  Then he broke the news to me.  Wendy cut her hair last night. I was upset because she has blonde hair and I love it.  Then this  Sunday happened to be all about Scouts so all the boys had their scout uniform on except Will.  Will was so upset.  I won't go on about that, because he would be mad.  I'll just say he asked me to go home and get his shirt.  I told him no.  He was not happy about this answer.  Next thing I know Stephanie's nose startes to bleed all over her arms.  So I went home and got Will's shirt. &lt;br /&gt;Wendy's hair isn't that bad and it's easy to hide but with everything else that happened that day it we just not a good day to have Wendy cut her hair.  I'm ok now and Will said he was sorry for Sunday.  So things are good.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-7673630846135503865?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7673630846135503865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=7673630846135503865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7673630846135503865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7673630846135503865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-hair-cut.html' title='New hair cut'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLhFJl0HMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FfnPGIo2sGk/s72-c/IMG_2968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-5812314758505937874</id><published>2009-02-03T10:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:29:18.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will is Another Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SYhnmn0sqJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/G_GVHSBv43w/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298598874824091794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SYhnmn0sqJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/G_GVHSBv43w/s320/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will's birthday was Saturday. He was born on Super Bowl Sunday during the halftime show 10 years ago. Everyone was so busy watching that that I didn't get very much attension paid to me. Then once Will came out I was all but forgotten. He looked like a boxer all swollen with his little sock cap on. I never knew then how much of a great kid he was going to be. Everyone always say boys love their mammas.  I now know that is true. He is so good to me.  He use to give me these hugs when he was a little boy that would almost cruch me. One day I told him that he had to be gentle with me because mommy is a girl and you need to treat girls gentlely. He took that to heart and has been gentle with me ever since.  Thank you for being you. I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-5812314758505937874?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5812314758505937874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=5812314758505937874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/5812314758505937874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/5812314758505937874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-is-another-year.html' title='Will is Another Year.'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SYhnmn0sqJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/G_GVHSBv43w/s72-c/IMG_2818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-786545114512555456</id><published>2009-02-03T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:48:25.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Band Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SYhlMVIdGYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rX-NRgdCFTs/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298596224106830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SYhlMVIdGYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rX-NRgdCFTs/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know about you but our family has Rock Band Fever. Even Wendy wants to play the only problem is that nobody wants her to play with them, because She doesn't know what she's doing. So I let her play while everyone else is at school. Have Fun Wendy.&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/568556244430799690-786545114512555456?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/786545114512555456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=786545114512555456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/786545114512555456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/786545114512555456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-band-fever.html' title='Rock Band Fever'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SYhlMVIdGYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rX-NRgdCFTs/s72-c/IMG_2965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-4119587406929222983</id><published>2009-01-07T11:02:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:30:41.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Yes Christmas season is finally over and we can all take a step back and breathe a sigh of relief. This Christmas was a great one, but we did have some sadness with the passing of my grandfather Marion Wesley White at 2:00pm on Christmas Day. We will all miss him very much and we know that he is in a better place. I don't want to brag but he was a great grandfather and he loved me the most out of all of his 15 grand children. I love you Grandpa. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTWEbmmZhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rv4-G0rx-00/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTkkkYCfdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kL2jnoMokRM/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288603179330731474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTkkkYCfdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kL2jnoMokRM/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we went to Florida Santa visited our house and we opened our presents. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTijUKItaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eEw-NQjYkvQ/s1600-h/IMG_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288600958774326690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTijUKItaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eEw-NQjYkvQ/s320/IMG_2851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTijOFCIMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZPWIBj2nmh8/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288600957142311106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTijOFCIMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZPWIBj2nmh8/s320/IMG_2850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTiichGuLI/AAAAAAAAALs/Nr9wc4ZZ5iY/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288600943838279858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTiichGuLI/AAAAAAAAALs/Nr9wc4ZZ5iY/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTiiAnt7tI/AAAAAAAAALk/Wr-4zd92vBo/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288600936349822674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTiiAnt7tI/AAAAAAAAALk/Wr-4zd92vBo/s320/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTih4G9elI/AAAAAAAAALc/WK2dx2q-Tew/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288600934064945746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTih4G9elI/AAAAAAAAALc/WK2dx2q-Tew/s320/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;We did have fun in Florida this Christmas. Tom and Edna treated us to Disney World and as always my kids loved it. The best thing was that both of the days that we went Wendy went home with Grandma. I love her but sometimes it was nice to not worry about if she was with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWThIEDqSXI/AAAAAAAAALM/ptjXwssAw2E/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288599391084104050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWThIEDqSXI/AAAAAAAAALM/ptjXwssAw2E/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTgjpDbRdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rwyHn0gBdrk/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598765360072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTgjpDbRdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rwyHn0gBdrk/s200/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTgjetjZsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d5Mu8mw2ZtM/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598762583975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTgjetjZsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d5Mu8mw2ZtM/s200/IMG_2877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTgi5bVsWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t57WF4enwGg/s1600-h/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598752575467874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTgi5bVsWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t57WF4enwGg/s200/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to swim in a very cold pool. Only the kids were brave enough to try this. They are crazy. I how ever did have to jump in with my clothes on to rescue Wendy who got to brave. Cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTfXXUOJWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vFrhp2fqil8/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597454928618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTfXXUOJWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vFrhp2fqil8/s200/IMG_2896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTfXKAvQtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/csLtKAHD02Q/s1600-h/IMG_2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597451357242066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTfXKAvQtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/csLtKAHD02Q/s200/IMG_2895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTfWuaJINI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KjL759GZAIk/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597443947602130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTfWuaJINI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KjL759GZAIk/s200/IMG_2894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We opened presents from Grandma and Grandpa Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTeg0zXjwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CbN5FY1SDgg/s1600-h/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596517951082242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTeg0zXjwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CbN5FY1SDgg/s200/IMG_2904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got home and had Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTeJwvyBKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nhvFPeLbcC4/s1600-h/100_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596121725306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTeJwvyBKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nhvFPeLbcC4/s200/100_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then finally last night Anne was baptized a Member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She is so wonderful and she was lucky enough to have her cousin Maggie stay for her special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTdn73hLxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yYr5P9zQrgA/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288595540594994962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTdn73hLxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yYr5P9zQrgA/s200/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTdnYZUTxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cNa-wWdO-Bo/s1600-h/IMG_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288595531073081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTdnYZUTxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cNa-wWdO-Bo/s200/IMG_2942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-4119587406929222983?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4119587406929222983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=4119587406929222983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4119587406929222983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4119587406929222983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SWTkkkYCfdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kL2jnoMokRM/s72-c/IMG_2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-2924370395568232322</id><published>2008-12-15T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:57:07.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie</title><content type='html'>My mom has been busy for a while so i'm taking over for a while...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTVnAbEnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PcqBUnJC0KY/s1600-h/IMG_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279999243851600498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTVnAbEnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PcqBUnJC0KY/s320/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Mary with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTVESjdBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uykhtDdmNpg/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279999234532406290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTVESjdBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uykhtDdmNpg/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Susan with Santa.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTU_j-vDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_sEVFRRnbwg/s1600-h/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279999233263320114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTU_j-vDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_sEVFRRnbwg/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Wendy with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279999228848949794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTUvHgyiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3QTM_Sprecw/s320/IMG_2829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Me with my new doo.&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/568556244430799690-2924370395568232322?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2924370395568232322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=2924370395568232322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2924370395568232322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2924370395568232322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/stephanie.html' title='Stephanie'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SUZTVnAbEnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PcqBUnJC0KY/s72-c/IMG_2840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-5887277251483109874</id><published>2008-12-02T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:51:56.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afriad to say you don't agree.</title><content type='html'>So when I created this blog I created it to let my family and friends know what is going on in our lives but this may be turning into my place to rant and rave. &lt;br /&gt;As many of you know I am going back to school.  I have made many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; to do this and it has been hard on my whole family including my mother who is a saint and there are special things in store for her when she goes to heaven.  I love you mom. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I was in the worst taught History Class in the state of Kentucky and my teacher was going on one of his pointless rants about school in Kentucky and this brought us to the topic of raising taxes.  (Let's not forget for all of you liberal minded people out there that even the Messiah, the one and only, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liberal&lt;/span&gt;  President Elect Obama ran on lowering taxes or at least redistributing rich peoples money for them.  To help the little person.  Different topic I won't stray from my subject again.) You may wonder what taxes has to do with the College and University systems in Kentucky?  Well let me enlighten you.  Since most of the people who read my blog are just stupid uninformed moms sitting around eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bons&lt;/span&gt; all day.  You know that we don't live in the real world.  We don't have to pay bills and make life change decisions everyday. &lt;br /&gt;If we raise taxes if wouldn't hurt anyone and our schools would get more money.  My teacher had the nerve to say we wouldn't even notice. &lt;br /&gt;Well I have listened to his opinions all semester and I just couldn't be silent anymore.  I told him I would notice. &lt;br /&gt;His answer to that was that I was looking for it. &lt;br /&gt;I was so confused by that answer.  Wouldn't anyone wonder why when more money is coming out of their paycheck.  Let me help you understand the way this teacher answers people when he doesn't agree with you.  He usually rolls his eyes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt; his head.  Kinda uses you for a while to make fun of.  So he started this.  Going on and on about how important it was to raise taxes.  I started to feel stupid at this point.  Wondering why he had to use my opinion to talk about how he didn't understand people that think we don't need to raise taxes.  I don't remember how he put it right now.  Just know that I made me feel that my opinion wasn't right and I was just a stupid uninformed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uneducated&lt;/span&gt; idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he would talk about making the schools better he would say that he would have to raise taxes he would stare me down with his contemptuous look. &lt;br /&gt;So I just started to shake my head to let him know that I didn't agree. &lt;br /&gt;Then finally after about 15 min. or so of him going on and on about this I couldn't take anymore and said, "Why don't they just cut their spending." &lt;br /&gt;His brilliant reply, "Do you know how they could do that." &lt;br /&gt;I told him about a friends mother who worked for a commission called The Kentucky Commission on Women and all her and about 4 or 5 other women did was read the newspaper  or watch the news and find stories of women who had been discriminated against.  That's all.  I wouldn't of believed it if her mother had not have told me that herself. &lt;br /&gt;Again his brilliant reply, "Don't you think that women need that." &lt;br /&gt;When I was in the process of answering him he started to talk with the students on the other side of the room.  They all started to laugh.  Of course I was livid.  Here was this liberal man treating me like I was a nobody.  My opinion wasn't worth anything.&lt;br /&gt;He ended class right after that and I packed up and started to leave.  Now those of you that know me can probably see my face at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;As I walked past him he said, "We don't always have to agree."&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't hear him.  But when I realized that he was talking to me I stopped and walked back into the room. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "You didn't have to laugh at me and make me feel stupid in front of the whole class."&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he wasn't laughing at me. &lt;br /&gt;I told him, "I wouldn't know what he was saying because he spoke over me and everyone was laughing.  It wasn't the first time that he had done that in our class and that I wasn't the only person he had done it too." &lt;br /&gt;He said something about how he's had some bad students that had treated him bad too. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "Have I ever done that."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You were right on the line in class today."&lt;br /&gt;I had to remind him that he was very rude to me and was rolling his eyes at me and staring me down.&lt;br /&gt;To his credit he did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to me and at least I think it ended well.&lt;br /&gt;The important thing I learned today is that over the last 13 years I've lost part of myself.  I stopped standing up for myself and today I got some of my fire for defending myself back.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone that reads my nonsense thank you.  Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-5887277251483109874?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5887277251483109874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=5887277251483109874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/5887277251483109874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/5887277251483109874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-be-afriad-to-say-you-dont-agree.html' title='Don&apos;t be afriad to say you don&apos;t agree.'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-3011132318378448812</id><published>2008-12-01T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:52:32.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on here????</title><content type='html'>READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.....I am going to spend a few minutes ranting about things I just don't understand and if you do please explain this all to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was at Wendy's school talking to a few other moms.  They were both fellow Latter-day Saints so we were discussing my favorite topic... Politics.  There was this one man going on and on about how great it is to finally have a black president, blah blah blah blah.  Ok boring.  I mentioned that I could care less about him being black I didn't like his policies.  I don't know how exactly it came up, but one of the fellow latter-day saint mothers said:  'well your not getting any sympathy from me I voted for him."  Well the first question that came out of my mouth was, "Aren't you LDS?"  Of course I already knew the answer to that.  "Yes I am."  She stated so proudly. &lt;br /&gt;Then my next question was: "Well then how could you support a candidate that is for abortion?"&lt;br /&gt;Her answer: "Abortion is not a big issue.  No republican is doing anything to stop it.  Barack Obama isn't going to change it either."&lt;br /&gt;I sat there just floored.  How could a seemingly intelligent person vote for someone who is for abortion when our church is strongly against that.  I know that you don't always have a choice. John McCain doesn't have many redeeming qualities I know, but at least he wasn't for Abortion.&lt;br /&gt;The church website says:  "Human life is a sacred gift from God. Elective abortion for personal or social convenience is contrary to the will and the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=bbd508f54922d010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=54a0f73c28d98010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____"&gt;commandments&lt;/a&gt; of God. Church members who submit to, perform, encourage, pay for, or arrange for such abortions may lose their membership in the Church."  &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;www.lds.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got on the topic of socialism.  She said: "People always bring that subject up with me and you know what, 'I am a socialist.' "&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask her how she could be a mormon.  I look that up on lds.org and many many many many church leaders have said that socialism leads to communism and that mean a Godless Society. &lt;br /&gt;She wasn't the first member of the Church that I have come across.  So PLEASE help me to understand the madness. &lt;br /&gt;I want to hear from anyone who doesn't agree with me and tell me how a good member of the church can vote for Obama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-3011132318378448812?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3011132318378448812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=3011132318378448812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3011132318378448812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3011132318378448812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-going-on-here.html' title='What is going on here????'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-7779575482695188838</id><published>2008-11-18T19:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:15:36.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Alicina!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mary Alice! She was 6 last week and we are so blessed to have her in our family. We had a party with her friends and she had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaSBZ6gCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SefI9fVwm7U/s1600-h/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155254614884386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaSBZ6gCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SefI9fVwm7U/s320/IMG_2738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaR_OWWFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ULkfWp6vx1w/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155254029506642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaR_OWWFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ULkfWp6vx1w/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaRNUCnVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KM4HRH6tSPM/s1600-h/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155240631606610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaRNUCnVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KM4HRH6tSPM/s320/IMG_2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaQ52OG_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1EuD0ouefN4/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155235406257138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaQ52OG_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1EuD0ouefN4/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNZKDV9Q0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/LrkS2-GuE-4/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154018184577858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNZKDV9Q0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/LrkS2-GuE-4/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNZJXvZAZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RsPokvImXRU/s1600-h/IMG_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154006480093586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNZJXvZAZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RsPokvImXRU/s320/IMG_2725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-7779575482695188838?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7779575482695188838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=7779575482695188838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7779575482695188838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7779575482695188838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/mary-alicina.html' title='Mary Alicina!!!'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SSNaSBZ6gCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SefI9fVwm7U/s72-c/IMG_2738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-8467610314098970770</id><published>2008-11-14T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:46:09.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went from this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SR4Epo5uu6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0VD-TNIudxI/s1600-h/IMG_2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268653727470762914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SR4Epo5uu6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0VD-TNIudxI/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SR4EM4i8yTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LDqf4bOIHm8/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268653233453975858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SR4EM4i8yTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LDqf4bOIHm8/s320/IMG_2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love our new garage door. It adds so much style to our house. Thank you Tom and Edna for getting this for us. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-8467610314098970770?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8467610314098970770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=8467610314098970770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8467610314098970770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8467610314098970770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-went-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SR4Epo5uu6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0VD-TNIudxI/s72-c/IMG_2665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-7655142547428126079</id><published>2008-11-14T17:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:57:58.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A special Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wendy sings so much. I hear her sing while she is playing by herself in her room. She is also Stephanie's toy. I always find Stephanie videoing Wendy and laughing. Wendy thinks it's pretty cool that Stephanie pays so much attention to her. We don't know what she is saying and we are pretty sure that she is making up words. But her songs are the best music we have in our home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3914732831bf899c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3914732831bf899c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331224874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D41BF416C7DCE6541393C857BA3113540B003F.6D47FB09B98735AE86D75B073731F25772499DC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3914732831bf899c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBhLo4JRjWfN-0_IdstlaKJnHEG8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3914732831bf899c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331224874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D41BF416C7DCE6541393C857BA3113540B003F.6D47FB09B98735AE86D75B073731F25772499DC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3914732831bf899c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBhLo4JRjWfN-0_IdstlaKJnHEG8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-7655142547428126079?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3914732831bf899c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7655142547428126079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=7655142547428126079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7655142547428126079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7655142547428126079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/special-song.html' title='A special Song'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-4892969918620725003</id><published>2008-11-06T17:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:49:41.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy lately I haven't had any time to even get on the computer. I really haven't had time to check my e-mail. So here are my Beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNxGZ7iDOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lfoPI2OpmuQ/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265676744179977442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNxGZ7iDOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lfoPI2OpmuQ/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anne wanted to be Red from Hood Winked. We love that movie so I was excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwpVZKOOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-WVOFC3_zzc/s1600-h/IMG_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265676244745861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwpVZKOOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-WVOFC3_zzc/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie was a girl from the 80's. While I was fixing her hair she said. "Mom did you dress this way?" I had to explain that I wasn't that old in the 80's but I remembered people dressing like this. Will was a Scream Ghost or something. It took Wendy a few days to get use to this costume. As you can see in the picture she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;not afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his costume by the time they trick or treated.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwpFucdVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EU1Rs2D0H-I/s1600-h/IMG_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265676240540169554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwpFucdVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EU1Rs2D0H-I/s320/IMG_2713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary "The Reluctant Witch". She wanted to wear her jeans under her dress. I had to really fight her. But with much coaxing I got her to finally take it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwo1J9quI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uUNIWizjhV0/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265676236092189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwo1J9quI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uUNIWizjhV0/s320/IMG_2715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wendy was just happy to be able to actually wear her dress somewhere besides the house. She got dressed with out me even asking her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwoIV2XVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/v8Ei5IhL-Rw/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265676224062446930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNwoIV2XVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/v8Ei5IhL-Rw/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Picture of Stephanie. I made the mistake of calling her Madonna. She doesn't like Madonna very much. So she is just an 80's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNvtvGC2XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EjY4tXrkGh4/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265675220852857202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNvtvGC2XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EjY4tXrkGh4/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-4892969918620725003?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4892969918620725003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=4892969918620725003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4892969918620725003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4892969918620725003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SRNxGZ7iDOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lfoPI2OpmuQ/s72-c/IMG_2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-8759721527533569691</id><published>2008-10-14T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:35:45.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look-a-like Meter</title><content type='html'>Okay so I finally decided to do the look-a-like meter. Everyone says my kids look like Ken (that makes me mad, by the way). Now I know that they look like both of us. That make me happy.  I will say that Stephanie we went back and used a better picture of Ken and she did look more like him.  I think it was 20% like me.  I kept saying she looks a lot like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-8759721527533569691?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8759721527533569691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=8759721527533569691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8759721527533569691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8759721527533569691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-like-meter.html' title='Look-a-like Meter'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-24281036192597604</id><published>2008-10-14T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:21:13.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/19/13/12/191312_749236dbaa4f84ns5ab003.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzk5NDA*MzI4NyZwdD*xMjIzOTk*MDYzOTkwJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wNGI5NGM2YjI3MzQ*MWM4YTE2N2JhNDUxNTQ4MmE3Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-24281036192597604?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/24281036192597604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=24281036192597604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/24281036192597604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/24281036192597604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/wilson-look-alike-meter_932.html' title='Wilson Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-322182765156927178</id><published>2008-10-14T10:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:17:13.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/19/08/42/190842_9230180d9a4f84spm7wh25.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrity&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzk5MzgwNTg5NiZwdD*xMjIzOTkzODIxMTc3JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wNGI5NGM2YjI3MzQ*MWM4YTE2N2JhNDUxNTQ4MmE3Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-322182765156927178?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/322182765156927178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=322182765156927178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/322182765156927178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/322182765156927178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/wilson-look-alike-meter_9710.html' title='Wilson Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-3349318562808699838</id><published>2008-10-14T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:13:09.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/O/storage/site1/files/19/03/02/190302_143094dd8a4f84ero1az23.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/genealogy-software"  &gt;Genealogy software&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-genealogy"  &gt;Family genealogy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzk5MzU2MjQ1OSZwdD*xMjIzOTkzNTgxMjQwJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wNGI5NGM2YjI3MzQ*MWM4YTE2N2JhNDUxNTQ4MmE3Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-3349318562808699838?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3349318562808699838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=3349318562808699838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3349318562808699838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3349318562808699838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/wilson-look-alike-meter_2351.html' title='Wilson Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-2159407597002930281</id><published>2008-10-14T08:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:36:39.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/17/95/62/179562_45418334294f84sp2vol02.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/genealogy-research"  &gt;Genealogy research&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-genealogy"  &gt;Free genealogy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzk4Nzc3NjExNSZwdD*xMjIzOTg3Nzg5OTc*JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wNGI5NGM2YjI3MzQ*MWM4YTE2N2JhNDUxNTQ4MmE3Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-2159407597002930281?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2159407597002930281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=2159407597002930281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2159407597002930281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2159407597002930281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/wilson-look-alike-meter_14.html' title='Wilson Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-3944081830051780028</id><published>2008-10-14T08:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:28:52.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/O/storage/site1/files/17/88/22/178822_56147626094f849ufct621.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrity&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzk4NzI5NjAzNyZwdD*xMjIzOTg3MzIzMjI*JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wNGI5NGM2YjI3MzQ*MWM4YTE2N2JhNDUxNTQ4MmE3Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-3944081830051780028?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3944081830051780028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=3944081830051780028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3944081830051780028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/3944081830051780028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/wilson-look-alike-meter.html' title='Wilson Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-1344187077712746484</id><published>2008-10-10T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:14:32.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls on a bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;!!!!!!&lt;strong&gt;Stop&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!! Before you watch this video make sure that your kids that are timid are out of the room.  I got this in an e-mail and watched it with Wendy.  It scared her so bad that she ran away screaming.  Now she screams if she even hears the music.  It's not that scary, but it just surprises you.  I should have beem more loving with Wendy, but I just laughed.  I wish I got it on video.  If I did it to her again that would just be mean.  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The today Heather Gagon was over my house and she saw Anne and asked if her pants were on backward.  Of course they were and she went to school that way.  My only saving grace is that I didn't dress her.  However, I'm not really observant and I didn't even notice.  Anne still looks like a million bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-7642679620433197912?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7642679620433197912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=7642679620433197912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7642679620433197912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7642679620433197912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-dark-when-i-got-dressed-this.html' title='It was dark when I got dressed this morning'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SO-yZniOxqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WmCV2WwGwjU/s72-c/IMG_2669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-4714831882228033785</id><published>2008-10-09T16:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:57:00.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW COLORS?  WHY?</title><content type='html'>Okay so Stephanie is mad because I'm not ready for her to grow up.  She is already begging me for a cell phone and tons of other things.  She even wants get her own blog.  Please everyone tell her that's okay to be 11.  I say it to her but she doesn't seem to care.  I'm just mom.  She doesn't have to be 18 too fast.  Anyway so she picked out this background and I don't have to say what I think.  Right?  Considering that I'm blogging right now to explain why my blog has these colors.  I love Black and hot pick but I would never put them on my walls.  I LOVE you STEPHANIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-4714831882228033785?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4714831882228033785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=4714831882228033785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4714831882228033785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/4714831882228033785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-colors-why.html' title='NEW COLORS?  WHY?'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-8359419149966164414</id><published>2008-10-04T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:23:41.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to tag Emilie Parrott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-8359419149966164414?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8359419149966164414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=8359419149966164414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8359419149966164414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8359419149966164414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-forgot-to-tag-emilie-parrott.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-8723220142079240905</id><published>2008-10-04T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:19:41.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Licking the Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4RgBDNII/AAAAAAAAAEA/jzfoW3k9ggk/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253440469886776450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4RgBDNII/AAAAAAAAAEA/jzfoW3k9ggk/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that I did this right.  The 4th picture in my 4th folder is my licking the bowl.  Of course you'll notice that will is nowhere near the bowl.  He is so anal.  He doesn't like to eat after anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4R6pcs_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/f0cQsLyYDyg/s1600-h/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253440477035541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4R6pcs_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/f0cQsLyYDyg/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So he has his own bowl.  You'll also notice Stephanie in this picture below and how she is really enjoying licking her fingers.  This must have just been last winter because I cut Mary and Anne's bangs around that time.  Mary cut her own hair and Anne well we just can't keep the hair out of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4SCPPeWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X2TBntM4JQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253440479073106274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4SCPPeWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X2TBntM4JQ0/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my girls enjoyed licking the bowl but no one more than Wendy, or as she calls herself, "Winnie"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4SHQ1BhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZIuRstIPDlo/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253440480421938706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4SHQ1BhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZIuRstIPDlo/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-8723220142079240905?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8723220142079240905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=8723220142079240905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8723220142079240905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8723220142079240905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/licking-bowl.html' title='Licking the Bowl'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SOf4RgBDNII/AAAAAAAAAEA/jzfoW3k9ggk/s72-c/IMG_2316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-1196656265969379086</id><published>2008-10-04T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:01:42.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy, cotton balls?</title><content type='html'>I was opening a package of cotton balls and Wendy said, "Oh mommy, is that marshmallows?"  I told her no.  I guess she didn't believe me.  As soon as I got it opened she put her hand in and grabbed a handful and started to put them into her mouth.  It made me think of Will Ferrell in the movie ELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568556244430799690-1196656265969379086?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1196656265969379086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=1196656265969379086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/1196656265969379086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/1196656265969379086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy-cotton-balls.html' title='Yummy, cotton balls?'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-6238749597830316982</id><published>2008-09-26T09:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:21:31.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we thought she was so cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNzfrsc7Q6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZuEiJ840P2g/s1600-h/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250317207367009186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNzfrsc7Q6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZuEiJ840P2g/s320/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNzfiF7EMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/3IodJIvYCMk/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250317042405618306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNzfiF7EMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/3IodJIvYCMk/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to blog these pictures and laugh about how funny Wendy looks but I now see I need help.  Last night was book club, and usually my kids go to bed and don't really bother us. I think we bother them more with our loud laughing and talking.  They actually gotten use to it.  Anyway my kids didn't have school the next day and so we let them all watch movies. Most everyone watched their movie and went to sleep, but not Wendy. She kept coming down and driving me bonkers.  She then comes down stairs with her lips painted with lip gloss.  I sent her up stairs to kiss daddy and have him wipe it off.  He then sent her down stairs to kiss me.  Well she didn't come back and went in her room.  So she fell asleep with this crap on her lips.  I call it crap because it is just that crap.  Here is where the trouble comes.  When she got up this morning I saw her lips and I tried to wipe it off.  It's like paint it won't come off.  I washed it with soap and water, scraped it with my nails,  I even tried alcohol (by the way don't ever try that on your child's face).  Nothing will make if come off.  So if any of you know what to do let me know.  I'm at a loss.  I will try anything that won't hurt Wendy.  PLEASE HELP!&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/568556244430799690-6238749597830316982?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6238749597830316982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=6238749597830316982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/6238749597830316982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/6238749597830316982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-we-thought-she-was-so-cute.html' title='And we thought she was so cute.'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNzfrsc7Q6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZuEiJ840P2g/s72-c/IMG_2660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-7899905506516901</id><published>2008-09-23T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:35:52.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNl8k884wDI/AAAAAAAAADA/58HLSURaVXI/s1600-h/IMG_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249363814955663410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNl8k884wDI/AAAAAAAAADA/58HLSURaVXI/s320/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie had to do a diarama for school and she did it on the book Hatchet.  This is a scene from the book where the kid in the book is making a fire with his hatchet.  She paper mached the cave and then Anne, Mary Alice, and Wendy helped her glue the grass on and then she made the fire and the sign Hatchet.  I thought it looked so nice that I wanted to take a picture of her with it.  Isn't she beautiful. &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/568556244430799690-7899905506516901?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7899905506516901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=7899905506516901' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7899905506516901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/7899905506516901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/stephanie-had-to-do-diarama-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNl8k884wDI/AAAAAAAAADA/58HLSURaVXI/s72-c/IMG_2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-2741472803462745092</id><published>2008-09-17T19:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:06:28.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsey's new Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNGa4JSyxkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zjc91oPDkv0/s1600-h/IMG_2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247145330221434434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNGa4JSyxkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zjc91oPDkv0/s320/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNGar9aawNI/AAAAAAAAACo/puhp4jjXdKc/s1600-h/IMG_2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247145120873758930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNGar9aawNI/AAAAAAAAACo/puhp4jjXdKc/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNGasemv6II/AAAAAAAAACw/OsFEbuYbcpM/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;I went today and got my hair cut.  I love it so much.  I was talking to Anne at dinner and realized that I look just like her now.  &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/568556244430799690-2741472803462745092?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2741472803462745092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=2741472803462745092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2741472803462745092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/2741472803462745092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/lindseys-new-doo.html' title='Lindsey&apos;s new Doo'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SNGa4JSyxkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zjc91oPDkv0/s72-c/IMG_2656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-6412119487972500705</id><published>2008-09-11T16:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:23:38.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy's first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SMl8a_U6ZzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aJ1WZX4Wtrs/s1600-h/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244860044167243570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SMl8a_U6ZzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aJ1WZX4Wtrs/s320/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SMl8KDO3acI/AAAAAAAAAAs/srdYA7DJzaY/s1600-h/IMG_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244859753157847490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SMl8KDO3acI/AAAAAAAAAAs/srdYA7DJzaY/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so there are two pictures here one is Wendy before we left for school.  I don't know how long it will take for her to learn to smile normal, but I sure love it when she make this silly face.  The whole time she smiles she says, "Cheeeeese."  We don't know what she'll look like when she smiles normal.  I'm sure it will be cute though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next picture is of the teachers at "My School."  That is where I teaching the cooking class.  As you can see we have a lot of kids and our meetings are funny because all the moms are running after their children and no one can hear.  There are a few teachers that weren't there yet and they have kids as well.  We had fun and Wendy loves to be at school with her friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little side note I want to mention that today is 911 and it's been 7 years already.  If feels like it was yesterday.  I will never forget where I was when it happened and I was very happy with the way our leaders handled the situation.  God Bless America.&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/568556244430799690-6412119487972500705?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6412119487972500705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=6412119487972500705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/6412119487972500705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/6412119487972500705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/wendys-first-day.html' title='Wendy&apos;s first day'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SMl8a_U6ZzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aJ1WZX4Wtrs/s72-c/IMG_2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568556244430799690.post-8759945092326220109</id><published>2008-08-24T16:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:39:50.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMP0NxR-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aHAcYikTYww/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238192413695100898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMP0NxR-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aHAcYikTYww/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMQBffW5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DpCOeAMA6Rs/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238192417259084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMQBffW5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DpCOeAMA6Rs/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMQTCsgDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3AhuR2Pf6gQ/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238192421970149426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMQTCsgDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3AhuR2Pf6gQ/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Alice 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMQhVoTYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ve_caFP6-B8/s1600-h/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238192425807662466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMQhVoTYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ve_caFP6-B8/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The kids went back to school this last week. Stephanie is in middle school, Will is in 4, Anne is in 2, and Mary Alice is in Kindergarten. I was really excited I was going to have a little more time to myself. Yeah! By Wednesday I was so bored. Wendy was playing and really didn't want me to bother her. She played with Will's Legos for about 2 hours one day. She made all sorts of cars and airplanes. She did this all dressed in Ariel's wedding dress. Then she sang to me and talked so fast about something. I just couldn't understand. (I wonder where she gets that from??????) Then on Friday the kids were out of school and I was so excited to have something to do. That didn't work out so well. They fought and yelled. When they were done with that they kept telling me, "Mom, I'm bored." Now I'm so glad they are all going back to school tomorrow. I am starting school tomorrow as well we'll see how it goes. I'm nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/568556244430799690-8759945092326220109?l=kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8759945092326220109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568556244430799690&amp;postID=8759945092326220109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8759945092326220109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568556244430799690/posts/default/8759945092326220109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenandlindseywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-back.html' title='Schools back'/><author><name>The Wilson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03048062072875636392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SZLsmWjfVII/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdndSbOxtHI/S220/IMG_2934.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vkmBmWjIWo/SLHMP0NxR-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aHAcYikTYww/s72-c/IMG_2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
