<?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-4837056783247931153</id><updated>2012-02-09T10:23:38.388-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Mishaps'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Grandi Family</title><subtitle type='html'>In Our Place</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2097158199812942813</id><published>2010-01-08T14:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:40:53.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Blog is Up</title><content type='html'>Hopefully none of my readers have reached this page since I enabled my forwarding to the new site but if you have reached this page, please type into your browser:

&lt;p&gt;www.ranchinthecity.com

&lt;p&gt;OR

&lt;p&gt;www.grandifamily.com

&lt;p&gt;I will no longer post to this site! Please visit me at my new blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2097158199812942813?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2097158199812942813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2097158199812942813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2097158199812942813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2097158199812942813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-is-up.html' title='The New Blog is Up'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3108284809582634305</id><published>2010-01-01T15:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:40:47.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in soooo long! Reasons: being busy AND being lazy. It was too hectic to post while I was away traveling for Christmas and after Christmas I started working on getting things put away, cleaned up, etc. You know the drill!

&lt;p&gt;Here are some things that have happened in our lives while I've been busy not blogging:

&lt;p&gt;We went to NM for Christmas and saw both sides of our families. It was great to see everybody but also a HUGE rush! We traveled Griswold-style as usual. We left NM around 10:00 p.m. on the 23rd to make it home to TX the morning of the 24th around 5:30 a.m.

&lt;p&gt;We had the most wonderful white Christmas ever! The snow started on Christmas Eve and as we left that evening to attend a get-together at a friend's house, Ryan had to get out and shovel snow off the gate so that we could leave. The next morning when we woke up, the snow was still there and hung around for several days. It has never snowed in December since we have lived in North Texas. What a treat!

&lt;p&gt;On Monday we started tearing out our old asphault driveway so that we can replace it with a concrete driveway. This has made our house a full-on mess! We are having to park out on the street so each time we arrive/depart, we have to hike to/from the house through the mud. My car is a complete mess with footprints all over the leather. I don't have any intentions of cleaning it until this project is over, hopefully within 7-10 days.

&lt;p&gt;Ryan and I spent New Year's Eve with some friends and we went out for dinner and dancing. I can tell that we are getting old (or maybe just boring) because we left shortly after the stroke of midnight.

&lt;p&gt;I've been working on my New Year's resolutions....I love the start of a fresh new year with big goals on the horizon! I'll share those with you later.

&lt;p&gt;This is my last official post on blogspot. I've got my new blog ready minus a few minor tweaks that have to be made before next week. I'm looking forward to sharing my life with you there! Thank you for making the start of my blog this year so much fun!

&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the day and the hope that the new year brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3108284809582634305?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3108284809582634305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3108284809582634305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3108284809582634305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3108284809582634305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8458029256510321905</id><published>2009-12-18T14:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:23:22.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SyvkXb1D7uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/thhaLvYoVo4/s1600-h/starbucks-coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416674068101590754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SyvkXb1D7uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/thhaLvYoVo4/s400/starbucks-coffee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thank you to everybody who entered my &lt;em&gt;Randomness contest&lt;/em&gt;. Since 4 people correctly guessed one of my random photos, I am consoled in that maybe my photos weren't so random after all!

&lt;p&gt;The following people correctly guessed Starbucks:

&lt;p&gt;1. Jara
&lt;p&gt;2. Sarah
&lt;p&gt;3. Erika
&lt;p&gt;4. Mom

&lt;p&gt;Uncle Ted, I appreciate your funny comments in all of my posts. Thank you for making me laugh!

&lt;p&gt;Look for your Starbucks gift cards in the mail! (Erika send me your address please!) Thank you for participating. And you other blog readers, get involved next time and don't be so shy!

&lt;p&gt;FYI, my new blog is starting very soon...looking forward to the change and will announce it in the next few days!


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8458029256510321905?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8458029256510321905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8458029256510321905&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8458029256510321905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8458029256510321905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SyvkXb1D7uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/thhaLvYoVo4/s72-c/starbucks-coffee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-456183662568483730</id><published>2009-12-16T14:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:58:39.101-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Freddie Mac</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was leaving my house to pick Kade up from school, I did a double-take as I was looking out in our pasture. Here is what I saw:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="freddie by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4190420103/"&gt;&lt;img alt="freddie" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4190420103_0b9aafbb91_o.jpg" width="400" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Whoo hoo, my Fannie Mae had her calf! She had just given birth and was cleaning him off and being so sweet and protective. I went into crazy mode and loaded her up with food and water and snapped a few pictures. I was trying to do this as fast as I could so I wouldn't be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; late to pick Kade up from school. My little calf was so cute, I just wanted to go love on him but of course I couldn't do that.

&lt;p&gt;Last night I texted my mom excitedly:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Big news. Freddie Mac was born today!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom: ??? You r a grandmoo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mom's so cute making a funny!

&lt;p&gt;This morning I tried to get some more pictures of Freddie since he was laying right by the fence.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="freddie_01 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4190420237/"&gt;&lt;img alt="freddie_01" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4190420237_469d79a9b0_o.jpg" width="400" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As soon as I got down on the ground to take pictures, momma came over to let me know what was up.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="freddie2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4191182406/"&gt;&lt;img alt="freddie2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4191182406_0a43608ca6_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It is so amazing to me how easily animals give birth and nurture their little ones like it is no big deal.  My girl has already lost her baby weight and is up and around like a champ!  

&lt;p&gt;I am so excited that we have a new family member! I can't wait to get out and love on this sweet little boy!

&lt;p&gt;***Don't forget to enter the give-a-way on my &lt;em&gt;Total and Complete Randomness &lt;/em&gt;post a few days ago! I'm enjoying seeing your guesses!***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-456183662568483730?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/456183662568483730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=456183662568483730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/456183662568483730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/456183662568483730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/freddie-mac.html' title='Freddie Mac'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1419452428214199220</id><published>2009-12-15T12:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:09:21.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Holiday Laughs</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted police reports from our local newspaper. I get such joy out of reading them that I feel compelled to share them with you. Here are the latest greatest reports from our small town:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A caller requested that an officer come to his house before Halloween so he could take realistic pictures for his homemade crime scene. The officer informed the man that he would need approval from a supervisor to participate. The caller said he would contact the Chief.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hmmm....one thing I have learned from reading these reports is that the police are quite helpful.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman asked an officer to talk to her 19 year old son about the dangers of playing with lighters and starting fires.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I would think by 19 he would realize that danger...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;An officer stopped the driver of a vehicle that was swerving and speeding and he could smell a strong odor of marijuana and see smoke inside the vehicle. After a search turned up nothing, the 53 year old man admitted that he ingested the remains of the joint he was smoking.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Would that be considered punishment enough?

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A resident came to the police department to complain about a neighbor who regularly lets his dog do his business around the man's mailbox. After the man confronted his neighbor about the situation, the neighbor responded by saying "Call the cops." Police referred the man to an Animal Control Officer for assistance.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wonder how that situation turned out...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A caller reported hearing loud music and drums. The dispatcher advised the caller that the noise was coming from the high school football stadium.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;How long has this person has been a resident of their home?

&lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoyed! And don't forget to enter the giveaway from the previous blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1419452428214199220?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1419452428214199220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1419452428214199220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1419452428214199220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1419452428214199220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-laughs.html' title='Holiday Laughs'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4286368680826718577</id><published>2009-12-12T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:34:51.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Total &amp; complete random-ness</title><content type='html'>So by now you have figured out that I took A LOT of pictures in NYC. I will be the first to admit that some of these pictures are...well...

&lt;p&gt;RANDOM.

&lt;p&gt;I'm still trying to get good with my camera and be a little artsy. Let's just say things don't always end up appearing very interesting.

&lt;p&gt;Take a look and see what I am talking about...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2818 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4178983969/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2818" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/4178983969_080c2115d8_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2773 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4178983879/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2773" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4178983879_96f478e7cf_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2758 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4178983825/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2758" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4178983825_2bc2de3cbb_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2695 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4179744730/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2695" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4179744730_1a192a33aa_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2677 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4178983713/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2677" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4178983713_c5a8091a23_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2668 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4179744648/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2668" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4179744648_52d7513d3e_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2632 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4179744600/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2632" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2744/4179744600_54a97810a1_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2588 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4178983521/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2588" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4178983521_ac32114554_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2548 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4179744444/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2548" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4179744444_835545cd6f_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2570 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4178983487/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2570" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4178983487_bc09945cff_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Please do not ask me what I was thinking. Or for that matter, do not even ask me what some of these images are. I simply do not have an answer.

&lt;p&gt;As a reward to those of you who have stuck it out this far reading such a random (and kind-of boring) post, I am going to do a give-a-way! Look at the last picture and take a guess at what store we are in. (Hint: this store exists in other cities besides NYC.) Leave a comment and if you guess the correct answer you will receive a $25 gift card to this place. It would make a great stocking stuffer!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-4286368680826718577?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4286368680826718577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4286368680826718577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4286368680826718577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4286368680826718577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-complete-random-ness.html' title='Total &amp; complete random-ness'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2398582594741413712</id><published>2009-12-09T14:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:51:27.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>View from the top</title><content type='html'>I had reserved tickets online before we ever got to NYC for the &lt;a href="http://www.esbnyc.com/index2.cfm?CFID=36278270&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=45069563"&gt;Empire State Building &lt;/a&gt;and once we got to NYC everybody kept telling us to go to &lt;em&gt;Top of the Rock&lt;/em&gt; instead of the Empire State Buidling. So I was a little bit discouraged thinking I had made the wrong choice and that the Empire State Building was going to be a let-down.

&lt;p&gt;Wrong.

&lt;p&gt;The view from the 86th floor (1050 feet up) of the Empire State Building was absolutley beautiful. We went right before dusk so that we could be up there as it turned dark. Oh, it was amazing. A little too crowded for my taste, but still so very amazing.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2490 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171919821/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2490" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/4171919821_43f782a3ef_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We got to view the north, south, east, and west of NYC and the surrounding areas and states.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2491 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171919915/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2491" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/4171919915_2617300822_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We learned that winds can gust up to 110 mph and the building will only sway 3-4 inches. Good thing to know as I was up there in the wind.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2492 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4172675636/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2492" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4172675636_ec7c059934_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Being up there and seeing everything from a more aerial view actually helped me get my sense of direction in the city.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2495 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4172675710/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2495" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/4172675710_dfd7b8a656_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here's something scary...again something that I learned about when I was already up there and it was too late to escape...the building began construction on January 22, 1930. Construction commenced on March 17, 1930. The framework averaged 4 1/2 stories per week. A little too quick for a building of that magnitude...in my humble non-architectural opinion.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2507 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171920127/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2507" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/4171920127_5971657c44_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Something else amazing...the place has 73 elevators. And let me tell you that every time we got on an elevator, there wasn't enough room for a mouse to slide in after everybody had crammed themselves in. Hello claustrophobia. Maybe 73 elevators isn't enough.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2499 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171920063/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2499" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2736/4171920063_bbe6d1dcd1_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The famous Macy's building.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2511 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171920197/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2511" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4171920197_b698834f9d_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2514 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171920301/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2514" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4171920301_9e6321bdef_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here are the suicide rails. Once a man tried to jump off the ESB and it was actually so windy that he blew back into the building. Because it is a crime in NYC to jump off a building, he was arrested. Needless to say, things did not turned out as he planned.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2519 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4171920349/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2519" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/4171920349_d801ef2feb_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Oh, I miss you NYC.  I miss you beautiful buildings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2398582594741413712?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2398582594741413712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2398582594741413712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2398582594741413712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2398582594741413712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-from-top.html' title='View from the top'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-7225661820974762164</id><published>2009-12-04T22:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:52:36.556-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Street View</title><content type='html'>The streets and people of NYC did not disappoint. So much action, so fast, so interesting!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2408 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4159594764/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2408" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4159594764_aec09e3be8_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2467 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4159594842/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2467" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2566/4159594842_6830bd5c17_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2469 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4159594988/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2469" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/4159594988_49aa8895cb_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2472 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4158834419/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2472" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/4158834419_d8ca16be67_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2703 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4159595066/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2703" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/4159595066_88414b3e3c_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2706 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4158834513/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2706" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4158834513_3d75620e4a_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2708 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4159595128/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2708" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/4159595128_26ae0aa90d_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2787 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4158834601/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2787" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4158834601_202bf000e9_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2801 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4158834643/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2801" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4158834643_13e5432be4_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2813 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4158834683/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2813" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4158834683_13d1de906e_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2821 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4158834725/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2821" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/4158834725_7d64d1f1bf_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-7225661820974762164?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7225661820974762164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=7225661820974762164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7225661820974762164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7225661820974762164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/street-view.html' title='Street View'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1874866765956658471</id><published>2009-12-03T12:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:03:27.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well it's hard to believe I'm still posting NYC pictures and these pictures are only Day #2. I'm going to try to wrap it up this week because I need to post some other pictures and stories...and I'm sure you are ready for a change too!

&lt;p&gt;There are hundreds of museums in NYC and although the concierge recommended the &lt;em&gt;Museum of Sex &lt;/em&gt;to us, we chose &lt;em&gt;The Metropolitan Museum of Art&lt;/em&gt;, aka &lt;em&gt;The Met&lt;/em&gt;, as our choice of museum for this trip.

&lt;p&gt;The area outside the museum was a happening place. There were guys singing and dancing and lots of people milling around.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2402 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155398843/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2402" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2637/4155398843_9d09af90b2_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2405 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155398897/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2405" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4155398897_58b1782d95_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For a recommended donation of only $20, you can stay in The Met all day to look at exhibits.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2411 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4156161334/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2411" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4156161334_498107e700_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I'm not going to post a ton of pictures of the exhibits because obviously there are thousands. We spent 4-5 hours at The Met and only saw one side of the museum. And we rushed through what we did see. My husband is not a big "stand around and chat about art" type of person.

My favorite exhibit was a special exhibit by Robert Frank.  He drove around the United States in the 1950s and took black and white photographs of people in different cities.  His exhibit and book are entitled, &lt;em&gt;The Americans.&lt;/em&gt;  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/special/se_event.asp?OccurrenceId=%7B1FD57D4D-FE17-41FA-9025-E2667E36AD27%7D"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;for more information.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2420 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155399313/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2420" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4155399313_3a91d282d0_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The exhibits were incredible, but what I really loved was seeing artists working on their renderings.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2412 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155399225/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2412" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4155399225_e333feae44_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2414 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4156161646/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2414" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2689/4156161646_80cd41dd17_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2449 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4156161978/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2449" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/4156161978_54aa6a62e8_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We went up to the rooftop for a quick bite to eat and got some really neat pictures with the city background.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2434 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155399479/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2434" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4155399479_2f2e546d35_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This was a temporary rooftop exhibit.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2428 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4156161764/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2428" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4156161764_69a1a9c250_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lots of people were taking pictures on the roof, so I asked the guy with the nicest camera to take a picture of us. I figured he knew what he was doing.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2432 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4156161820/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2432" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4156161820_be7f0f675b_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is Central Park right behind me.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2439 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155399529/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2439" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2659/4155399529_993a6cee67_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We finally decided to leave and we caught a pedicab to take us down to the 5th avenue shopping area. Hold on to your wallet Ryan!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2456 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4155399651/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_2456" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4155399651_3f3c6c1d75_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1874866765956658471?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1874866765956658471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1874866765956658471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1874866765956658471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1874866765956658471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/met.html' title='The Met'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2960507001713655155</id><published>2009-12-01T12:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:46:13.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Grand Central Terminal</title><content type='html'>Did you ever hear the phrase, "It's as busy as Grand Central Station," or something along those lines? I never really thought about it until I actually got to visit&lt;a href="http://grandcentralterminal.com/"&gt; Grand Central Terminal&lt;/a&gt;. What a treat!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central5 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150180907/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/4150180907_20b55d63e7_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Grand Central Station is the central area for the subway system and a point of access for trains. It was located only about a block from our hotel, so we visited often. Grand Central Station itself is very beautiful and has lots of retail shops and restaurants.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central6 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150180939/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4150180939_17b2678fb1_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Each time that we visited GSC was extremely busy, but when we went Friday evening around 6:00 we were amazed at the rush hour.   Whoa! It was really exciting to be in the midst of that many people. If it wasn't so busy, I would have taken lots of pictures.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150939616/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/4150939616_575d935ab8_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150939562/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4150939562_4a2ef9cd84_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I really loved the subway.  Gosh, I loved it!  Ryan downloaded a subway application on his iPhone and we just typed in where we wanted to go and instantly had directions.  I was  so darn fascinated by the process.  It amazed me that so many activities were going on underground.  Here in Texas we can't even build underground because our soil shifts too much.  But apparently the hard bedrock in NY is what makes them able to build such tall skyscrapers.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central9 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150181301/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central9" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4150181301_fb4fa89f96_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was bothering Ryan that I would take pictures like this...he'd say "Why do you have to be so close?  Back up!"

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central8 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150181199/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central8" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/4150181199_daaf323774_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was kind of awkward taking pictures of the people...but really everyone is just in their own little world, it's almost like you don't even exist to anybody but yourself anyway.  Most people walk around with their headphones plugged into their phone.  It definitely wasn't friendly.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150180861/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4150180861_7838f1f30e_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For some reason I wanted to take pictures of all the signs too.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central11 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150180803/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central11" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4150180803_e89d257755_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150180759/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4150180759_39d02a72fb_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central7 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150939974/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4150939974_4de7c70cef_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was glad guys like this were around.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Grand Central10 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4150181239/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grand Central10" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2659/4150181239_8ec6030e26_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If you are interested, visit this &lt;a href="http://grandcentralterminal.com/info/grandcentralterminal.cfm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for a history on the construction of this grand project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2960507001713655155?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2960507001713655155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2960507001713655155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2960507001713655155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2960507001713655155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/grand-central-terminal.html' title='Grand Central Terminal'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8065062884166080409</id><published>2009-11-24T15:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:23:38.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Always a Day 1 Mishap</title><content type='html'>As you might remember, I was highly concerned about my fashion and my shoes for New York City. Upon several recommendations, I found some cute boots and cute flats. I was really excited about these flats because I thought they were pretty fashionable and would also be extremely comfortable.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC13 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133529159/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC13" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/4133529159_3a47879261_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Perhaps I should have thought a little bit more about wearing brand new shoes on the first day of walking all over the city. By the end of the day I had blisters on the heels of both of my feet. Ouch! Ryan gently reminded me that I always do something to injure myself on the first day of vacation. Last year when we went to Jamaica I took my milky white skin out into the sun all day because it just felt so darn good and as you can probably guess, I looked like a lobster that night. I couldn't enjoy that vacation because I was so burnt. NOTE OF RECOMMENDATION: never go to the spa to get any type of service that offers you relief from a sunburn. Unless, that is, you enjoy being covered in ice and shivering for nearly 45 minutes and then having to pay $80 for that service.

&lt;p&gt;OK, back to the vacation at hand. I got blisters. But I did not let it ruin my vacation!


&lt;p&gt;After we checked into our hotel, we strolled over to the public library since it was only a block away. I wish I could have had a library like this growing up! Somehow I can't see the Sweet Valley Twins inhabiting this place.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4134290094/" title="NY15 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4134290094_ee2ef67736_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="NY15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;They had the most gorgeous ceilings and artwork.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY14 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133528947/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY14" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/4133528947_7c37c94c58_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Can you see the thrill on Ryan's face?

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC15 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133528969/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NYC15" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4133528969_ace9f227aa_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Loved this place. I can't imagine being a student in NYC and getting to travel over to this lovely place to study.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC14 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133529053/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC14" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/4133529053_263cd0875a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We drifted over to Rockefeller Center to watch the ice skaters. I couldn't convince Ryan to get on the ice...his excuse was that it was crowded. They had the famous live Christmas tree up but not lit yet.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC16 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4134290146/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC16" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4134290146_175b54de2d_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Next we were off to the famous Times Square. Tourist mecca of the world.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC17 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4134290170/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NYC17" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2566/4134290170_18d13a15c0_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Advertisements of all shapes and sizes inhabited this place. One building was vacant and paid for entirely by advertising alone.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC18 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133529117/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NYC18" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/4133529117_806649c670_o.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC19 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133529135/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NYC19" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2704/4133529135_c3a08157e8_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then we went over to the Primehouse for the best steak we've ever had.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC21 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4134290256/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC21" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4134290256_f05347dd76_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC22 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4134290282/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC22" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/4134290282_eabdff902e_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC23 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4134290312/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NYC23" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4134290312_0160399bea_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Upon the waiter's recommendation, our last stop of the night was at the rooftop of a nearby hotel. It was a long day, but oh so exciting!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC24 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133529237/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC24" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4133529237_b0b096bd3a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Please note that these toenails do NOT have a french pedicure.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC20 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4133529177/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC20" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4133529177_3bc2c14aa0_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8065062884166080409?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8065062884166080409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8065062884166080409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8065062884166080409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8065062884166080409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-day-1-mishap.html' title='Always a Day 1 Mishap'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2738820741372353095</id><published>2009-11-23T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:50:01.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>NYC: part of day 1</title><content type='html'>Well, I lied about posting all week while I was in NYC. You see, there just wasn't enough time to do everything we wanted to do, much less blog. I would be surprised if we got more than 5 hours of sleep each night. There was so much to see, so much to do, I could barely fall asleep at night, even though it was way past my bedtime!

&lt;p&gt;I did not want come home from this trip. The only reason I was willing to go home was to see my children.

&lt;p&gt;Today I will blog about part of day 1! This was my first trip to the big city. So, I was a camera nerd and took pictures of pretty much everything. I know me with my camera screamed &lt;em&gt;TOURIST&lt;/em&gt; to all the New Yorkers but I just couldn't help myself.

&lt;p&gt;My first pictures were from the airplane as we descended into La Guardia airport. I was very impressed by the endless skyscrapers! Oh, this was going to be good...I don't think anybody else on the plane felt my same jubilation...but whatever.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160677/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/4130160677_7732489b70_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160695/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/4130160695_5868b785ae_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hello Lady Liberty! She actually looked small from the airplane.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130925208/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/4130925208_780f0bc5bc_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;NYC, I love you already!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160707/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4130160707_ce0e697ffd_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Once we landed, we decided to get a limo to our hotel. Why not arrive in style, right?! You know I took pictures of that too.

&lt;p&gt;Ryan was giving me a sarcastic smile, but I know that he was just as excited as me.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY5 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160711/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4130160711_656ac03dc7_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And me? I thoroughly enjoyed the ride over. Do you think my earrings give it away that I am from Texas?!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY6 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130925262/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NY6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4130925262_d19870ae33_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ryan doing what he does best: using his cell phone. The good news was that he rarely ended up using it for work. We downloaded some cool subway apps and NYC apps and used our phones pretty much just to enhance our big city experience.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC8 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160731/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC8" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4130160731_53aacd4bbd_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I took this picture because it reminded me of the HBO series, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/entourage/"&gt;Entourage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and Vincent making the movie &lt;em&gt;Queens Boulevard&lt;/em&gt;.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY7 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130925278/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NY7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4130925278_188a350ba5_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We have officially arrived! Our hotel was super cute and it was on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madison_Avenue"&gt;Madison Avenue&lt;/a&gt;, so it was in a very central location. We were only about a block from &lt;a href="http://grandcentralterminal.com/"&gt;Grand Central Station &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://www.nypl.org/"&gt;NY Public Library.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC9 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130925298/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC9" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/4130925298_6357002bcc_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We stayed at &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libraryhotel.com/"&gt;The Library Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There were books everywhere. I loved it! What can I say, I am a nerd!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC10 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160741/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="NYC10" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/4130160741_8981be804e_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here is our view from our room on the 12th floor. Something that bothered me about NY was that as you were walking down the sidewalk, it was always shaded because the sun couldn't make it through the buildings. The only time the sun shined on you was in &lt;a href="http://www.centralparknyc.org/site/PageServer"&gt;Central Park &lt;/a&gt;and I missed the sun!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NY11 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130160753/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NY11" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/4130160753_63deb0b87e_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As if I hadn't taken enough cheesy pictures already, we got up to the room and I took pictures of all kinds of things in the room. I won't bore you with those pictures, but will leave you with just this one final cheesy picture.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="NYC12 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4130925326/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="NYC12" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4130925326_646e4f0573_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I promise to share some less nerdy photos!






&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2738820741372353095?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2738820741372353095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2738820741372353095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2738820741372353095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2738820741372353095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/nyc-part-of-day-1.html' title='NYC: part of day 1'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2081141291473172368</id><published>2009-11-16T18:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:17:18.312-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I love NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SwHrAf9j7-I/AAAAAAAAASw/350mdilik4M/s1600/times-square-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404859421633540066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SwHrAf9j7-I/AAAAAAAAASw/350mdilik4M/s400/times-square-1024x768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today we arrived at 12:45 (Eastern time) in New York City...45 minutes early with the wonderful tailwind ! So far, the city is everything I expected it to be. I have this really annoying habit of comparing everything to the movie, &lt;em&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/em&gt;. I have promised myself to quit doing that, otherwise it will drive Ryan mad. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my photo transfer cord so that I could post some photos. Today, I took pictures of the following:
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;The arial view of the city as we were descending into La Guardia airport&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;The limo ride to the hotel (it was cheaper than a taxi)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new ballet flats (that have already given me blisters)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buildings, lots of them&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timessquare.com/"&gt;Times Square&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockefellercenter.com/"&gt;Rockefeller Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hotel, check it out online here at &lt;a href="http://www.libraryhotel.com/"&gt;Libary Hotel&lt;/a&gt;. It's totally chic and I love it!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.nypl.org/"&gt;New York Public Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walgreens in Time Square (the security guard asked me if I had asked permission from the manager to take photos and when I replied "no" he told me pictures were NOT allowed)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;The uniquely modern bathroom in our 300 square foot hotel room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We are headed out to dinner and sight-seeing tonight. I will continue to post this week, but sadly probably won't be able to display my photos until I get home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2081141291473172368?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2081141291473172368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2081141291473172368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2081141291473172368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2081141291473172368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-ny.html' title='I love NY'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SwHrAf9j7-I/AAAAAAAAASw/350mdilik4M/s72-c/times-square-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-7810805510876266451</id><published>2009-11-15T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:54:26.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>We are the champions!</title><content type='html'>I just had to post this before we leave, we are the SUPERBOWL CHAMPIONS! We won the game 24-6 and Kade got to score a touchdown and a 2-point conversion. Great season, so fun all year...yea Eagles!

&lt;p&gt;This is a cute sign that one of the moms had made to hang at the game.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2093 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4108112790/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2093" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4108112790_f442238fb4_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here go the captains...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2126 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107342807/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2126" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/4107342807_ea99aaedf2_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Devynn and her buddy, how cute are they?!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2204 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107342903/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_2204" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/4107342903_a08b2c64a3_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One of Kade's friends from the other Argyle team came to watch our team play. I caught him congratulating Kade after the game. Love this.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2193 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107342849/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2193" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4107342849_9ca7c42a84_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Superbowl repeat, go boys!  I am proud of your hard work!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2211 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107342941/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_2211" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/4107342941_1c91b86a29_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-7810805510876266451?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7810805510876266451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=7810805510876266451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7810805510876266451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7810805510876266451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-champions.html' title='We are the champions!'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1073040664635892719</id><published>2009-11-15T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:37:42.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Another checkmark on my to-do list</title><content type='html'>Big exciting news.

&lt;p&gt;Happy news.

&lt;p&gt;Proud news.

&lt;p&gt;One of my goals before I turn 30 is to run in a 5K with my mom and dad. My goal was accomplished yesterday, November 14th, on my dad's birthday! Happy Birthday Dad!

&lt;p&gt;This is us up early in the morning, ready to leave. Tired morning faces. Devynn deliberately chose to hide her face.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2074 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4108055308/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2074" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4108055308_150bbaf609_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kade giving us a yawn and stretch.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2077 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107288717/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2077" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4107288717_a57bfb1006_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Devynn saying good-bye. She went with Daddy to help him set up the football field while the rest of us went to run.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2076 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4108055368/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2076" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4108055368_b73a6785e4_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;We ran in &lt;a href="http://www.flower-mound.com/dorothysdash/index.php"&gt;Dorothy's Dash&lt;/a&gt;, a 5K (3.1 miles) that benefits MS. The reason we signed up for this particular race is that Kade is a member of the Running Club at his school. They train to run a 5K and this was their first race of the year. I planned on running with him, so I figured why not have my mom and dad run with us? It would be perfect timing because my parents were in town to watch Kade's Superbowl game.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2081 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4108055434/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_2081" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4108055434_7463dc45d7_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The morning started off great. It was a little chilly before the race started, but overall very good running weather. At 8:30, the gun went off and Kade ran in his group of friends, my dad and I ran together, and mom ran by herself. I couldn't have been any prouder of everybody. It was so neat to watch them run--this is a relatively new endeavor for my parents.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2083 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107288795/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2083" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/4107288795_acfe8d2df0_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kade had a great time and sprinted across the finish line with a smile. I told him not to go too hard because I didn't want to be blamed if he was tired for the big football game at 1:00 that afternoon. But I knew he wouldn't be...he has a lot of energy...and this was a nice warm-up for the big game.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2086 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4107288831/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_2086" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4107288831_8fe58450db_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dad was a little upset that I beat him, but he never let me beat him at ANYTHING when I was a kid, so I figured I would pay him back for that. I ran with him the entire race, and I just went a little faster at the end!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_2091 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4108055688/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_2091" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4108055688_45a218bb33_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mom did amazing! I was so proud of her. She is a pretty runner...graceful...calm...loose.

&lt;p&gt;We hit Starbucks after the race for some caffeine and donuts to zero out the calories we just burned! Then we were off to get ready for the Superbowl...

&lt;p&gt;Whooo-hooooo!

&lt;p&gt;When I get the pictures from the race photographer, I will post those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1073040664635892719?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1073040664635892719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1073040664635892719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1073040664635892719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1073040664635892719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-checkmark-on-my-to-do-list.html' title='Another checkmark on my to-do list'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-6284462339206804291</id><published>2009-11-14T16:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:11:31.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>In-Laws: It's tough being a part of a beautiful family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="DSC_1810 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4103576475/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1810" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/4103576475_9b4e87e2f9_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Last week my in-laws were in town for Ryan's birthday. They flew in, took us out to a very tasty meal at &lt;a href="http://www.theclassiccafe.com/"&gt;The Classic Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, we had some great conversation and wine, and then they flew back home to Albuquerque the next day.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1807 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4104337862/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1807" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/4104337862_38076c02f2_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ryan and I have always felt very blessed to have such nice-looking parents. So many times we think people are older than they really are because they look older than our parents. I don't want to give away their ages because, well, it's just not right, but I think that all of our parents look &lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt;. And they do things that are &lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt;. For example, my mother-in-law is training for a half marathon. And her and my father-in-law do these crazy 100 mile bike rides. (At least I think it's crazy. No offense to all you cyclists out there.)

&lt;p&gt;Devynn loves spending time with "Kiki" and "Grandpa Kent."

&lt;p&gt;***These pictures are a little blurry because I refuse to use my flash.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1795 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4104337714/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1795" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/4104337714_26fc0ac9f6_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The giggles, the laughs, the smiles...grandparents bring out the best in you.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1802 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4103576285/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1802" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/4103576285_621f846465_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1801 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4104337742/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1801" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4104337742_703121f9c8_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1803 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4103576339/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1803" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4103576339_1a8ce926d1_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Good-byes are hard for Devynn. She kept telling Kiki, "You dont' leave."

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1815 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4103576549/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1815" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4103576549_fec797d28e_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1816 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4104338116/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1816" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4104338116_cd92a73c7c_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I admire all that Ryan's parents have accomplished and I feel blessed to be a part of a beautiful family, inside and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-6284462339206804291?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6284462339206804291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=6284462339206804291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6284462339206804291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6284462339206804291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-laws-its-tough-being-part-of.html' title='In-Laws: It&apos;s tough being a part of a beautiful family'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1306780101959168581</id><published>2009-11-14T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:12:05.001-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Updates Continued</title><content type='html'>I have been REALLY busy lately with a lot of various things. This has caused me to get very behind on my blog!

&lt;p&gt;One of the things that I have been so busy with lately is parties! It is a blessing to have friends and family to celebrate with. I went to a great little party last weekend that was unlike anything I'd ever been to before: it was a &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/"&gt;Martha Stewart &lt;/a&gt;party. We made 3 crafts courtesy of Martha Stewart and chatted while we crafted and drank wine. Good fun. I'll share the crafts we made on a later blog (along with some beautiful pictures), but for now you can check out a few pictures and details on my friend Jara's blog: click &lt;a href="http://downsdays.blogspot.com/2009/11/martha-stewart-party.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read.

&lt;p&gt;Something else that has kept me extremely busy is planning for our NYC trip. I am so excited. As you might remember, this was on my list of things to accomplish before I turned 30. Ryan has been busy with work (and of course football), so I have been busy taking care of the reservations and details. We are leaving on Monday the 16th. My mom and dad are going to stay here with the kids while we are away. Again, I am SO excited! The only thing I have been worried about it not being fashionable enough. I think I have purchased more fashion magazines in the last month than I've purchased in my whole life. Ryan addresses my worries by telling me that he thinks I must be watching too much &lt;a href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt;. Here's what I need to figure out: what are the proper shoes to wear while visiting NYC? I want to be fashionable but I also know I will be walking around all day so I don't want to drag out the 4 inch heels that will leave me with blisters and painful feet for the entire trip!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4102272971/" title="DSC_2052 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4102272971_d6e70965c2_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_2052" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I told myself I wasn't going to do this, but another project that I have been devoting some time to is a new blog. I hired a designer that I found on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; to design a unique blog for me. I don't want to reveal too much other than to let you know that it is very cute, will have a fresh new look, and will allow me to do some things with photos that I am unable to do now. My goal is to have the new blog in working order by Thanksgiving or the first part of December. By the way, if you have never visited &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; before, please check it out soon! It is the site for all things handmade, and it has some really amazing products by many different designers. If you are looking for unique Christmas gifts, you will find them at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;.


&lt;p&gt;More updates later, I'm out the door to do another thing on my "to-do" list before I turn 30.  I will blog about it tomorrow and post pictures!

&lt;p&gt;Have a great Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1306780101959168581?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1306780101959168581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1306780101959168581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1306780101959168581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1306780101959168581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-continued.html' title='Updates Continued'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5111199204909777691</id><published>2009-11-10T15:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:47:29.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>First Things First: Football Update</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody, I haven't posted a blog in about a week and I'm sorry! I got super busy last week with several things: Ryan's birthday, football, and MOPS, just to name a few. I have finally emerged from the craziness and just embraced it. Anyway, I am going to get everybody caught up in the next few days with all of our new pictures. Look forward to some posts this week!

&lt;p&gt;I thought I should update everybody first and foremost on the big news that Kade's football team will be going to the Superbowl this weekend! Go Eagles!

&lt;p&gt;Last weekend we beat the other Argyle team in the semi-finals. It was a bittersweet victory since many of the opposing players were Kade's friends. Our team is still undefeated: two years in a row. Yea!

&lt;p&gt;Check out this series of pictures I took at our 10/31 game. I caught the progression of Kade making a tackle.

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 1 of 10: Kade is located on the right edge of this picture. Quarterback is in his vision.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1614 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095538957/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1614" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4095538957_46cf7cc633_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 2 of 10: Quarterback on the run.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1615 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095538999/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1615" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/4095538999_0e4cfe397a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 3 of 10: Kade has a hand on him.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1616 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095539037/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1616" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2738/4095539037_5c7fcc43d5_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 4 of 10: Quarterback is still running, Kade dragging behind.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1617 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4096299650/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1617" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4096299650_3fdfeeec2d_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 5 of 10: Oops, Kade is going down, but the quarterback is still up.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1618 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095539107/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1618" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/4095539107_0829a11db5_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 6 of 10: Now Kade is on his back but still holding on.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1619 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4096299726/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1619" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4096299726_3e7f8d6758_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 7 of 10: OK, here we go, the QB is finally starting to go down.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1620 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095539217/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1620" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4095539217_ef30ecc87c_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 8 of 10: Look at Kade's legs in the air! But the QB is down.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1621 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095539243/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1621" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2791/4095539243_c0230af794_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 9 of 10: OK, play is dead.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1622 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4096299820/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1622" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4096299820_2be6e5eeaa_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Photo # 10 of 10: All in a day's work.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1623 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4095539303/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1623" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4095539303_19f461b78d_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These pictures make it look like the play lasted forever when in reality it only lasted about 5 seconds!

&lt;p&gt;Superbowl Saturday here we come.  Let's get a victory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5111199204909777691?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5111199204909777691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5111199204909777691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5111199204909777691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5111199204909777691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-things-first-football-update.html' title='First Things First: Football Update'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-6602166559186094650</id><published>2009-11-03T10:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:02:21.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Fort Worth Zoo</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday Devynn and I went to the zoo with some friends. Devynn had been asking me for weeks, "Can you take me to the zoo?" So I finally took her.

&lt;p&gt;We saw lots of cool things like this guy...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1393 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4071770161/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1393" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/4071770161_0f5bc5062d_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And this beauty...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1337 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4072532540/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1337" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/4072532540_d0b5a417cb_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And this pretty girl...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4071769749/" title="DSC_1307 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/4071769749_75f4f12ed3_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And this grassy elephant...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4072532394/" title="DSC_1302 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/4072532394_617c175678_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;And this flamingo who is pink from all the shrimp he eats...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4072532328/" title="DSC_1284 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2589/4072532328_7a9502fb39_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But Devynn's favorite part was this...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4072532724/" title="DSC_1353 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4072532724_da03d57e2e_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Devynn had the funnest time trying to get the birds to eat the food off of her stick.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4071770045/" title="DSC_1355 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4071770045_6e7d896312_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4071770091/" title="DSC_1361 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/4071770091_33960a10cd_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She even got to hold a bird on the stick for a little while.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4071769841/" title="DSC_1345 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/4071769841_7f89947b69_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This was fun, she wasn't ready to leave this exhibit. We washed our hands REALLY good once we were done with the birds.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4071769901/" title="DSC_1347 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/4071769901_0024531a53_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These birds reminded me of a funny story. When I was around 10 years old, my parents purchased a couple of parakeets for me and my sister.

&lt;p&gt;**Please remember, my family consists of intense animal lovers.**

&lt;p&gt;My dad felt sorry for the birds, &lt;em&gt;Pitri&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Kiwi&lt;/em&gt;, because they lived in a cage so he would randomly let the birds fly around the room. It's odd now that I think about it, but it seemed normal at the time.

&lt;p&gt;One day me and my sister got off the school bus and Dad said, "I let the birds fly around outside and they never came back." Me and my sister were both dumbfounded. Hmmm...really this story could go either way. On the one hand, it's hard for me to believe that dad would intentionally want to get rid of the birds, but on the other hand I can see him really believing that he could let the birds fly around outside and they would just freely return to their cage. Anyway, that day was the end of the birds.

&lt;p&gt;My sister and I later found out as adults that &lt;em&gt;Pitri&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Kiwi&lt;/em&gt; were replaced several times without us knowing. I have to give it to my parents, they were pretty cool to let us have pet birds, because there is no way I would let a bird inhabit my house.

&lt;p&gt;***If you are reading this mom and dad, please re-read the last sentence. We do NOT want birds for Christmas. Or any other time. The white dog is enough. Thank you.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-6602166559186094650?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6602166559186094650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=6602166559186094650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6602166559186094650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6602166559186094650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/fort-worth-zoo.html' title='The Fort Worth Zoo'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5334324669408864466</id><published>2009-10-31T17:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:57:45.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>As promised, I just had to post some pictures of Ryan's Halloween costume. 

&lt;p&gt;He wanted to be some type of superhero this year because his office was having a superhero Halloween party.  Because Ryan wanted to win &lt;em&gt;Best Costume&lt;/em&gt;, he put a lot of thought into his costume.  I suggested Superman which he agreed to, but he refused to wear the $40 complete costume that you can buy at Party City.  That would be TOO EASY.   He wanted to put his costume together &lt;strong&gt;himself&lt;/strong&gt;.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4062351514/" title="DSC_1230 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/4062351514_ded1132d62_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" alt="DSC_1230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He got as far as the boots--which he purchased at Wal-Mart and spray-painted red and then he told me he didn't have time to work on the rest of the costume.  Guess who ended up getting together the rest of the costume?

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4061606559/" title="for mom2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4061606559_92e7ea4c00_o.jpg" width="208" height="400" alt="for mom2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I bought some felt and "Wonder Under" and did his emblem and underwear.  I really, really felt like he would win &lt;em&gt;Best Costume&lt;/em&gt; by wearing underwear and tights to work.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4061606603/" title="DSC_1234 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4061606603_e7bc140eec_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_1234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;However, this guy, &lt;em&gt;Super Mortgage Man, &lt;/em&gt;beat him out.  I think I was more disappointed than Ryan was!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4061606843/" title="Mortgage Man by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4061606843_87d86d3d64_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Mortgage Man" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I hope these pictures made you laugh!

&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures of the kids:

&lt;p&gt;Kade was the Steelers head coach, Mike Tomlin.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4062351454/" title="for mom1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/4062351454_a9af12a525_o.jpg" width="293" height="400" alt="for mom1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And here is my little fairy.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4062351660/" title="DSC_1405 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/4062351660_223cceb60a_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" alt="DSC_1405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hope you have a Happy Halloween, I'm off to trick or treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5334324669408864466?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5334324669408864466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5334324669408864466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5334324669408864466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5334324669408864466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5899988973364081003</id><published>2009-10-30T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:24:40.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Halloween Craft</title><content type='html'>Devynn and I went to Michael's one Saturday a few weeks ago. I go there all the time now that I am crafty. (Please read between the lines on that comment.)  They were having a little workshop where kids could make a pumpkin and add any of the embelishments provided. The pumpkins were really neat, you could cut into them and paint on them and basically do whatever you wanted to them. Devynn had a fun time making her little creation.

&lt;p&gt;I think she was a little overwhelmed with all of her choices, but she started off with some pink paint.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0941 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058904266/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0941" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/4058904266_eb5033f6eb_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Next, we added some curly hair to the top. We just stabbed the pipe cleaner into the top and instantly our pumpkin had a hair-do. I wish doing my hair was that easy.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0946 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058162987/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0946" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/4058162987_d1479e6ccd_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now we need a little more pink paint. Of course her favorite thing would be the messiest thing.  Love those little hands...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0944 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058162873/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0944" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2637/4058162873_b0ca3e13f5_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She got a tiny bit side-tracked here and wanted to start sticking Disney stickers all over the pumpkin. I encouraged her to do it on the back side.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0948 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058163059/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0948" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2423/4058163059_7047612126_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;OK, back to our face now.  Do you like Devynn's ponytail?  We had a long shopping day and this was our last stop.  She's not a big fan of shopping...yet.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0952 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058904724/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0952" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/4058904724_af60aca718_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Adding a few hair accessories...a girl's gotta have a little bling.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0949 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058904630/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0949" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4058904630_7b9950fcb5_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The nice girl at Michael's used a really cool tool to cut some ear slits into our pumpkin for us.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0954 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058904818/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0954" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2736/4058904818_536976d861_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Devynn carefully placing the ear on the pumpkin.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0958 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058904918/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0958" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/4058904918_7af4e88906_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The finished product! Obviously I helped give her some direction or we would have had a pumpkin with Disney stickers all over it. She is very proud of it and shows it to everybody who comes over.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0962 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4058163639/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0962" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4058163639_8d50fa43f1_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I will be posting pictures of Ryan's Halloween costume. Today was their office superhero party and I am sad to report that he did not win "Best Costume." But I think you will enjoy it.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5899988973364081003?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5899988973364081003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5899988973364081003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5899988973364081003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5899988973364081003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-craft.html' title='Halloween Craft'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-7155108907251696482</id><published>2009-10-29T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:10:43.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>This past Friday was our homecoming. It was a fun and interesting week because Kade has a "girlfriend" that he wanted to give a mum to. I very much appreciated that this year he gave me a two-week notice so I had plenty of time to get a mum.

&lt;p&gt;So, the festivities began with me making me a mum. I actually got this done a full week early. I tried to make it nice and cute yet age appropriate for a 10 year old.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Mum1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4056504480/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Mum1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2785/4056504480_7bb0ea0398_o.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Next, we had to make the mum delivery. This meant that we were all going to meet her family the day before homecoming. I did not know her family prior to that night, but I had heard really great things about the entire family. 

&lt;p&gt;Ryan prepped Kade for the big meeting the night before, making him practice introducing himself and shaking hands with the parents. (Ryan's role was THE GIRL'S DAD. A role I think he will play very well in the future.) At this point I think Kade was ready to back out of the deal. But we told him that this was his idea, he had already asked Berkley, we had already made the mum, we had arranged to go over and meet her family, and it was the respectful thing to do.

&lt;p&gt;He pressed forward, only slightly reluctantly. Here he is right before we walked up her sidewalk. He was NERVOUS!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Kade1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055762759/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Kade1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/4055762759_b012fbc7fb_o.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All went great with her family. I was very impressed with Berkley and her parents! I learned that Berkley is a super soccer player and plays nearly year round. She also enjoys basketball. My kind of girl. She and Kade were pretty shy and had very little to say to each other, but that was just fine because Ryan and I chatted with her parents for about 30 minutes.

&lt;p&gt;Devynn made herself right at home and helped herself upstairs and started playing with their dog and everything else she could find.  I made a mental note to purchase a leash next time I went to Target.

&lt;p&gt;Berkley's mom wanted to get a picture with each of them holding their mum and garter.  It was hilarious because she kept having to say "Get a little bit closer."  "No, no, just a little bit closer."  "OK, now just a little closer."  And in about 3-4 years I am sure we will want to say "not too close."

&lt;p&gt;The next day was Spirit Day at school.  The person who wears the most red and black and looks the most spirited wins something.  Kade dressed to win.  I painted his hair red but it looked really funny because he would hardly let me spray the front because he was afraid it would get in his eyes.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1148 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055762899/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1148" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/4055762899_a480435329_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, he did not win, but I was proud of his effort and spirit.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1146 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055762847/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1146" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4055762847_5121d215f5_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After school let out, he came home to take a quick shower and get ready for the big night.  Here are a few shots I got of him with his garter on.  Yes, Berkley gave him a garter!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1150 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4056504726/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1150" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4056504726_d24b1916c3_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1154 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055763043/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1154" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4055763043_08daa18193_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I made Ryan take a few pictures with me in them, as proof that I am alive.  All of the pictures are always of Ryan and the kids!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1159 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055763081/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1159" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/4055763081_a823d0927e_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1160 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055763133/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1160" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/4055763133_cbfdb21440_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When we arrived at the game, we found Berkley sitting in the front.  I snapped a QUICK picture so as not to embarass them too badly. 

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1168 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4056504962/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1168" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/4056504962_1f1fce6652_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Can you see why she is my kind of girl?  An Under Armour sweatshirt and a ponytail.  I couldn't have picked someone better myself.  Great choice, Kade!  And she is as sweet as can be.  And super cute!

&lt;p&gt;They sat together, if you could call it that.  I would say there was always at least 3 feet of space between them, and Kade's friends kept coming over to visit.  But I was very proud of Kade because he stuck by her and didn't succumb to the peer pressure of running off to play.  Keep in mind, I'm not sure he ever said a word to her but I think his actions showed kindness.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1170 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055763327/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1170" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3481/4055763327_92ab611aa9_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I couldn't help but be the tiniest bit sad that in not too many years this would be Kade out on the field.  He's growing up too fast!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1176 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4055763363/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_1176" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4055763363_46c8054912_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-7155108907251696482?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7155108907251696482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=7155108907251696482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7155108907251696482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7155108907251696482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-9196598095175332197</id><published>2009-10-28T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:40:10.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness Month</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't noticed, October is &lt;a href="http://www.nbcam.org/"&gt;National Breast Cancer Awareness Month&lt;/a&gt;. Pink is everywhere! I especially enjoyed seeing the pink on NFL player's gloves this month. It is one of the few times you see men (in this case, really big men) in pink.
&lt;p&gt;Breast cancer awareness has a personal meaning for me because my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer about 10 years ago. She was one of the lucky ones who was healed with treatment.

&lt;p&gt;I took &lt;em&gt;Granny&lt;/em&gt; to several of her treatments when she was first diagnosed. The cancer ward is not pretty. In fact, it was good for me to go there with her because after just one visit I realized that none of my "troubles" in life were really troubles because I had my health.

&lt;p&gt;I saw enough to know that I didn't want to personally experience breast cancer nor did I want anybody else in my family to go through it. For that reason, I like to support the &lt;a href="http://ww5.komen.org/"&gt;Susan G Komen Organization&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out if you have time!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0973 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037175671/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0973" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4037175671_7f550a3bf6_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One day last week at Kade's school, they were told to wear pink in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This is what my boy came up with.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0971 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037925572/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0971" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/4037925572_7b510c5e1f_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The model wears Devynn's pink necklaces, and pink wrap for his shoes. He normally wears this wrap during his football games, but in black and white. We made a special trip to the feed store to get the pink wrap. 

&lt;p&gt;Go pink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-9196598095175332197?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9196598095175332197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=9196598095175332197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/9196598095175332197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/9196598095175332197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/breast-cancer-awareness-month.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness Month'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1177870435374619274</id><published>2009-10-23T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:02:41.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>Watch out everybody, the end is near! How do I know this? Because I made a tutu! Yes, those cute skirts that pretty little girls wear...

&lt;p&gt;I did it!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0963 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037865720/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0963" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/4037865720_6889f966dd_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Who would have thought I could be so crafty?

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0967 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037865778/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0967" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4037865778_6840ed8e66_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I purchased a simple tutu pattern off the Internet, made a trip to Hobby Lobby, and well the rest is history.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0964 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037865678/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0964" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2437/4037865678_77ca58fd18_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I am now a maker of girly things. What is this world coming to?

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0968 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037115301/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0968" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/4037115301_127ff0ff4a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here is the cute little model (Lily) showing off my very first tutu! She is the initial recipient of a one-of-a-kind handmade tutu made by the previously non-crafty Jenny Grandi.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1110 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4037115413/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_1110" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/4037115413_cbbac9e9e8_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It only gets better from here. I have some great crafty items to show you next week and one of them involves Ryan's Halloween costume. You are in for a real TREAT!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1177870435374619274?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1177870435374619274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1177870435374619274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1177870435374619274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1177870435374619274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1265794094243635676</id><published>2009-10-20T13:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:46:29.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of the Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="DSC_0011 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4029855766/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0011" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/4029855766_9cfd01dff1_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I need a little break. A break from the fatigue that comes from spending all day with a 2 year-old. And I am referring to &lt;em&gt;mental&lt;/em&gt; fatigue.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0009 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4029100771/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0009" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/4029100771_46e44ec7d8_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Luckily for me, the bath tub has become my saving grace: my break. Devynn loves to take a bath. And she doesn't need me in there to entertain her!

&lt;p&gt;She loves to sling the wash cloth all over the bathroom and get water on the floor and walls. She loves to play with her bath toys. She loves to sing. Mostly she loves to play with her frog soap. Whatever...I don't care what she does as long as she is happy.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0008 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4029855612/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0008" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2610/4029855612_7223231764_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She can easily spend about 30 minutes in the bathtub before she yells, "I'm ready to wash-a (adults use the word &lt;em&gt;wash&lt;/em&gt; instead) me (should be &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; but she prefers &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;) hair now."

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0002 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4029855462/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0002" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4029855462_22367c4719_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some days, Devynn's bath time is the most relaxing part of my day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1265794094243635676?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1265794094243635676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1265794094243635676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1265794094243635676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1265794094243635676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-of-bath.html' title='The Beauty of the Bath'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-582990310991806097</id><published>2009-10-16T13:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:59:39.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Football Fever</title><content type='html'>OK, so I've been feeling bad because I haven't posted anything about football lately and football is a really HUGE part of our lives right now. And my team is doing so well! Our Eagles now have a 6-0 record! Yippee!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0463 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4016361691/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0463" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/4016361691_024e1bf962_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;At the last game, my parents were in attendance and Kade scored 2 touchdowns! Whoo-hoo!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0425 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4017125986/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0425" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4017125986_d2678afbf8_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And he is doing really well with blocking. He likes to put a hit on people. His team is good at "cut blocking."

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="CSC_0645 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4016361951/"&gt;&lt;img height="268" alt="CSC_0645" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4016361951_28cdb90b1a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;With all the bad weather lately, we have had to practice indoors. This worries Ryan a little bit.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="CSC_0652 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4016361777/"&gt;&lt;img height="268" alt="CSC_0652" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/4016361777_ee6f562278_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow we are playing another undefeated team. The team that wins will be the champion of the division. And then we start playoffs.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0398 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4017125926/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0398" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4017125926_e4f961e329_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-582990310991806097?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/582990310991806097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=582990310991806097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/582990310991806097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/582990310991806097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-so-ive-been-feeling-bad-because-i.html' title='Football Fever'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-455017482234931419</id><published>2009-10-15T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:37:14.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Shopping Trip</title><content type='html'>Last week Devynn and I had to do some light grocery shopping.  We visited a new Kroger that everybody had been raving about and to Devynn's delight, they had shopping carts for little kids!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4015407294/" title="DSC_0847 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/4015407294_0452221816_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_0847" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She had such a good time picking out flowers, muffins, and more...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4014643553/" title="DSC_0852 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4014643553_911e449efa_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_0852" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I thought she looked like such a big girl pushing her cart around.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4014643491/" title="DSC_0850 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/4014643491_baa77359f3_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_0850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was a great morning for both of us.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4014643605/" title="DSC_0855 by jennygrandi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/4014643605_ef0dd2efc2_o.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="DSC_0855" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-455017482234931419?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/455017482234931419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=455017482234931419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/455017482234931419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/455017482234931419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-trip.html' title='Shopping Trip'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-7967811062235682112</id><published>2009-10-12T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:05:03.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Abby's Egg</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I just felt compelled to take these pictures, and now I feel compelled to post them on my blog.

&lt;p&gt;One evening at football practice, a coach's daughter found a nest of eggs. She brought this one over to show me.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0171 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4005363393/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0171" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/4005363393_e14b921a10_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isn't it just beautiful?  New life.  A Chick.  Sweetness.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0172 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4005363519/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0172" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3500/4005363519_9c3a2aeb56_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When I asked Abby what she was going to do it with it, she replied, "I don't know. Maybe smash it?"

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0170 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/4005363183/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0170" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/4005363183_6c88c6ce6c_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These are the things that happen at football practice.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-7967811062235682112?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7967811062235682112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=7967811062235682112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7967811062235682112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7967811062235682112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbys-egg.html' title='Abby&apos;s Egg'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-7468705430823640259</id><published>2009-10-09T13:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:23:49.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Snow Cone Heaven</title><content type='html'>Earlier this summer, our little town had a really big thing happen. We got a snow cone stand. &lt;em&gt;Snappy Snow&lt;/em&gt; became the place to be.

&lt;p&gt;Kade begs me to go there nearly every day.

&lt;p&gt;He likes to go right after I pick him up from school.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0234 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3996196050/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0234" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/3996196050_192b28ca91_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The new trend in snow cones is adding gummy bears and other candy to your favorite flavor

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0229 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3996196018/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0229" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3996196018_93cb3d211a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yum!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0239 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3995435339/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0239" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2592/3995435339_c5df90e823_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Do you notice how sweaty Kade is? School dismisses at 3:30. I ususally don't get there until 3:45 so he spends 15 minutes in the gym playing basketball and this is what his hair ends up looking like. Kade, I am sorry to have passed on the "head-sweating" gene to you. I feel your pain. 

&lt;p&gt;Actually, I don't think he has any pain about it. 

&lt;p&gt;I think I'm the only one upset about that.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0248 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3995435569/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0248" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/3995435569_b2e9bec4cc_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For a kid, it really doesn't get much better than a delicious snow cone after a hard day's work.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0249 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3995435599/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0249" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3995435599_7b9a6046aa_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If my pictures were titled, this one would be &lt;em&gt;Reflection&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder what he's thinking about? A spelling test? His girlfriend? Football practice? Homecoming? The fact that he hasn't brought home his PE clothes for me to wash in 4 weeks?

&lt;a title="DSC_0247 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3996196214/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0247" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3996196214_60bb3b9687_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Poor Devynn. She missed out on her snow cone because she was busy napping.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0240 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3995435371/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0240" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/3995435371_9b7fa65378_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-7468705430823640259?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7468705430823640259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=7468705430823640259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7468705430823640259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7468705430823640259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/snow-cone-heaven.html' title='Snow Cone Heaven'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2212774459745304123</id><published>2009-10-08T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:54:37.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Easy Chicken Enchiladas</title><content type='html'>I love sharing recipes that are easy for me to make...because I know that means they are REALLY easy for everyone else to cook.

&lt;p&gt;I got this recipe from the &lt;a href="http://bodyforlife.com/"&gt;Body for Life &lt;/a&gt;book, and I have modified it slightly. The good news? This is healthy. Repeat: healthy. And so tasty.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4 portions chicken breast

&lt;p&gt;4 green onions, sliced

&lt;p&gt;2 Tbsp fresh cilantro, chopped

&lt;p&gt;1 jalapeno, seeded and minced

&lt;p&gt;3 cans (10 oz each) green enchilada sauce

&lt;p&gt;8 (or so) corn tortillas

&lt;p&gt;1 cup reduced-fat cheddar cheese, shredded

&lt;p&gt;Toppings (optional): salsa, light sour cream, tomatoes

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;1. Preheat over to 350 degrees. Lightly coat a 9 x 13 baking dish with cooking spray.

&lt;p&gt;2. Placed chicken breasts in a large pot and cover with water. Bring to a boil over high heat. Reduce heat to medium and simmer until no longer pink in the center, about 15 minutes. Drain and let cool slightly. Shred cooked chicken by pulling apart with 2 forks. Set aside. &lt;em&gt;I have used this method of boiling and shredding chicken for other recipes because it is so simple.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. Lighly coat a large skillet with cooking spray and place over medium-high heat. Add green onion, cilinatro and jalapeno; saute for 2 minutes. Add shredded chicken and 1 can of enchilada sauce. Cook, stirring occasionally, until heated through, about 5 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0801 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3992105249/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0801" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3992105249_2d2c926dfd_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4. Pour the 2 remaining cans of enchilada sauce in a medium bowl and microwave until warm, about 1-2 minutes. Dip each tortilla in the heated sauce and fillw ith about 1/2 of the chicken mixture. Roll up and place, seamside down, in the prepared baking dish.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I have &lt;a href="http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/green-chili-galore.html"&gt;100 million green chilis&lt;/a&gt;, I chose to add a green chili to each tortilla before I wrapped them up, making them green chili chicken enchiladas.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0802 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3992105293/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0802" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2423/3992105293_00e074cdac_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Enchiladas will not look pretty at this point. Some of them will probably tear as you roll them up. Don't worry, they taste just fine.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0806 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3992863906/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0806" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3992863906_9dec69256f_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;5. Pour remaining heated sauce over enchiladas and sprinkle with cheese. Bake until enchiladas are heated through and cheese is melted, about 15 minutes.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0808 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3992105375/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0808" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3992105375_55528b536d_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;6. Place enchiladas on plate and top with a spoonful of salsa, a dollop of sour cream, and tomatoes. Enjoy!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0810 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3992105411/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0810" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3992105411_488511ed6b_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2212774459745304123?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2212774459745304123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2212774459745304123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2212774459745304123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2212774459745304123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/easy-chicken-enchiladas.html' title='Easy Chicken Enchiladas'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8705130170111293450</id><published>2009-10-06T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:13:34.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Longhorns: Settling In</title><content type='html'>Here's the latest greatest in our longhorn adventures...

&lt;p&gt;Ryan herding the Longhorns around, giving them a tour of the place. Look real close and you'll see Ryan in the background yelling at T.J. for chasing them.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0799 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3987921096/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0799" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3987921096_4771168dab_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When we got the longhorns, we were informed that our smaller whiter longhorn was like a pet and that she went by the name "Frosty."

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0857 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3987167617/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0857" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3987167617_61017729e6_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But our other cow only has her registered name, so we knew we were going to have to give her a nickname. All of the standard cow names were tossed around, like &lt;em&gt;Bessie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Brownie&lt;/em&gt;, but those weren't names that we particularly loved.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0868 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3987168717/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0868" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/3987168717_7fac5f6295_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mom emailed me and said "I have the perfect name for your cow: &lt;em&gt;Fannie Mae&lt;/em&gt;." And it is perfect! Fannie Mae she is. We are looking for a bull to add to our "herd" and have already decided his name will be &lt;em&gt;Freddie Mac&lt;/em&gt;. How appropriate.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0869 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3987922950/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0869" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/3987922950_33520e4712_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So far being a longhorn owner has been great. I am seeing some problems that hopefully will be resolved soon:

&lt;p&gt;1) There is a bull in my neighbor's pasture that is VERY attached to my ladies. He will not leave them alone and vocalizes his love for them. I find this pretty odd considering they are both supposed to be bred.



&lt;p&gt;2) My dogs don't really like anything new invading their territory. They randomly like to go out and harass the longhorns. By randomly, I mean around 1:00 in the morning while I am sleeping.



&lt;p&gt;3) The longhorns are still getting used to their property and I'm a little frustrated that rather than standing out in the front being the yard art that I hoped they would be, they are hiding on the back part of the property by the trees.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0866 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3987922204/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0866" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3461/3987922204_3b1f344603_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Other than those issues, things are going great thus far. We have got to feed them a little bit and love on them, cautiously keeping out of the way of their horns. I love hearing Devynn look out the window and scream, "There's Frosty!" Kade and his friends are enjoying them as well but are a little hesitant about getting too close. I figure this is a good thing.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0881 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3987923076/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0881" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3987923076_7ed6d377f0_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ryan texts me during the day to ask, "How are the girls?" and I find it hilarious and enjoyable to text him back with updates.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8705130170111293450?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8705130170111293450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8705130170111293450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8705130170111293450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8705130170111293450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/longhorns-settling-in.html' title='Longhorns: Settling In'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1236125125416549814</id><published>2009-10-05T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:53:38.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Longhorns Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="DSC_0664 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3986199514/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0664" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/3986199514_431e818968_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Longhorns were delivered last Sunday. Delivered because being the city-folk that we are, we do not currently have a stock trailer. There's really not much need for one when you just have a couple of dogs.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0665 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3985443391/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0665" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3985443391_71b88de994_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We picked out a couple of cows from Stacey Taylor Longhorns in Era, TX. We chose a nice big brown 7 year old and a smaller white and brown 2 year old. Both are &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be bred. (I will voice my doubts about that in another post this week.) Stacey agreed to bring them to us.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0666 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3985443591/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0666" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/3985443591_e8c9e342e6_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, Sunday afternoon we prepared for the Longhorns. We have a pond but Ryan (the agriculture authority in our home) said that we had to have some stock tanks, so we ran by Tractor Supply and purchased a few.

&lt;p&gt;Next step: pasture clean up.

&lt;p&gt;We figured out that we had made a few errors when we had the fence built. The biggest error in my opinion was that the cows were going to have to trod through my newly laid sod to get through the big gate. Yikes.

&lt;p&gt;Turns out we had nothing to be worried about. The cows went right in as if they had been to our place before. I of course wasn't able to witness any of this because Devynn started acting crazy and spooking the cows during the whole process so I was forced to go inside with her.

&lt;p&gt;My pictures of the 'horns weren't very good because it was dark, but I love, love, love the pictures I took of Ryan that evening.

&lt;p&gt;After we got the longhorns settled and were watching them, Ryan told me, "I feel like I got a piece of me back today."

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0681 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3985445509/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0681" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3985445509_a39d263d87_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0680 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3985445351/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0680" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/3985445351_b783792735_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0677 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3985445131/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0677" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3985445131_5dfba9b16f_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0674 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3985444509/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0674" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3985444509_a56284a535_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0673 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3986200842/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0673" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3986200842_c8a6ca18f6_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0672 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3986200542/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0672" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3986200542_a220b0b038_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These pictures are everything that I love about Ryan.

&lt;p&gt;These pictures reflect Ryan's roots.

&lt;p&gt;These pictures make my heart want to burst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1236125125416549814?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1236125125416549814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1236125125416549814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1236125125416549814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1236125125416549814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/longhorns-day-1.html' title='Longhorns Day 1'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4486228370950546525</id><published>2009-10-02T13:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:05:02.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Faux Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="DSC_0272 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3975234270/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC_0272" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/3975234270_0ce04e9d84.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I love fall BUT...it really hasn't arrived in North Texas yet. I keep waiting for some beautiful yellow and orange leaves to take pictures of and it hasn't happened as of today.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0263 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3974469515/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="DSC_0263" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/3974469515_47e86e752f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But thank you to Hobby Lobby, Home Depot, Central Market, and Wal-Mart for delivering fall to us.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0258 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3975233514/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="DSC_0258" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/3975233514_dba386b06c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0256 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3975233310/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="DSC_0256" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/3975233310_19f0db53ba.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0250 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3974468581/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="DSC_0250" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/3974468581_55f643043f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I know she is more Halloween than fall, but I just love this little witch. Which reminds me, one year my sister gave me a really cute pen with a witch head on the top and told me that it made her think of me. Isn't my sister sweet? Only sisters can say things like that to each other.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0254 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3974468757/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC_0254" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2428/3974468757_ed87288c91.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Happy Fall!

&lt;p&gt;Longhorn pictures coming tomorrow!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-4486228370950546525?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4486228370950546525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4486228370950546525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4486228370950546525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4486228370950546525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/faux-fall.html' title='Faux Fall'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/3975234270_0ce04e9d84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1616367208506401950</id><published>2009-09-30T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:21:50.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="B&amp;amp;N Gift Card by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3968927955/"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="B&amp;amp;N Gift Card" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2589/3968927955_7373efdbe2_o.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;OK people, I'm a little frustrated because only 3 people commented on my &lt;a href="http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heart-books.html"&gt;"I Heart Books"&lt;/a&gt; post. Is a $50 gift card to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble not enough incentive to leave a comment? I must have some really wealthy followers...or maybe just followers who don't enjoy books. Either way, I think those who visit my blog and don't comment are breaking some sort of blogging rule. Not sure what that rule is, but goes something like, "If you read this post, please comment."

&lt;p&gt;Thank you.

&lt;p&gt;I only had 3 entries, but to make it fair I went over to &lt;a href="http://www.tarafrey.com/bella_pink_postcards_from/tarafreycom-random-number-generator.html"&gt;Tara Frey's Random Number Generator&lt;/a&gt; and the winner was #2! Aunt Joanie won the $50 gift card. And I promise it's not because she kissed up. But I did like that.

&lt;p&gt;Aunt Joanie's favorite author is &lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/"&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/a&gt;, which is also one of my favorites. Her comment mentioned the book, &lt;em&gt;Vanishing Acts&lt;/em&gt;, which I just finished reading a few weeks ago. If you have not read this book, it is well worth your time. Jodi Picoult is a genius at creating characters that you believe you would NEVER EVER relate to and by the end of the book you understand why the person did the horrific things that they did...and most importantly, you wonder what you would have done in the same situation. Very deep books. I thought about &lt;em&gt;Vanishing Acts&lt;/em&gt; for at least a week after I finished it.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Vanishing Acts book image by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3968928039/"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Vanishing Acts book image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3449/3968928039_400eddfe64.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thanks so much to my 3 commenters; due to the wildly unsuccessful amount of people that commented, it may be a while before I do another giveaway! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Have a great Wednesday!


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1616367208506401950?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1616367208506401950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1616367208506401950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1616367208506401950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1616367208506401950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3449/3968928039_400eddfe64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-7944874312156165816</id><published>2009-09-29T14:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:19:05.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dairy Queen Date Night</title><content type='html'>Every small town in Texas has a Dairy Queen. I just wish I hadn't spent my 5th wedding anniversary at one.

&lt;p&gt;Not that they aren't good enough for me, but when you've made it through 5 years of marriage with a particularly stubborn husband, you feel like you have earned celebrating somewhere a tad bit more romantic than the local DQ.

&lt;p&gt;Our anniversary happened to fall on a Friday. Which conflicts with Texas High School Football.

&lt;p&gt;So we headed over to Decatur, to the place where our beloved Eagles were playing.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0345 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966241521/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0345" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2458/3966241521_cb7ba1755e_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What I like about this sign is that Decatur is one of Kade's nicknames. He got it when he played football with a kid named Dallas. His dad, also Dallas, started calling him Decatur--you know the long "cate" sounds like "cade"...I guess.

&lt;p&gt;Anyway...

&lt;p&gt;Kade was not happy with me taking pictures, but I'm trying to become a better photographer, even if that means taking pictures of my family eating.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0352 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966241953/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0352" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3966241953_115e0e5fb0_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But Devynn is becoming a very good subject for working on my photography skills...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0350 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3967018120/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0350" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3967018120_b9c9699baa_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Meet Dylan, he is one of Kade's best friends and he spends a lot of time with us. In fact, I'm considering adopting him. Then I won't feel any pressure to have another baby.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0366 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966242485/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0366" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3966242485_6b8cd68fb2_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dylan does not mind photos, in fact he even makes Kade smile.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0358 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3967018404/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0358" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3967018404_e99de7298b_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now Ryan does mind photos, in fact he is giving me "the look." Meaning "quit taking pictures of me."

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0360 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966242325/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0360" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3966242325_e4114d1eea_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So I took a picture of his wedding ring, after all it was our anniversary. I've always liked the way it looks. Especially holding a styrofoam cup.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0373 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3967019030/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0373" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3967019030_c0312b7bb7_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Now this is just a glimpse of what Dylan ate.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0379 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966242939/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0379" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/3966242939_1e4d03aa5a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This kid eats more than me. He ordered the Chicken Finger basket which included 6 chicken strips, french fries, texas toast, and gravy along with a 32 oz. soft drink. After he finished all that off, he ordered a Blizzard. On second thought, maybe I won't adopt this kid.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0378 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3967019122/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0378" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3967019122_d086c62d8c_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The best part about Dairy Queen is the ice cream, which Devynn dived right into.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0384 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966243023/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0384" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/3966243023_c1737493d5_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kade put on his best face so that he could have some ice cream too.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0362 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3967018640/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0362" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3530/3967018640_0a37cd75f5_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Aaahh, we are all full now and ready for a night full of Texas football.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0385 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966243237/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0385" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3966243237_9f235504ca_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;***I should denote that in all fairness to Ryan, he did take me out to a really nice restaurant on Saturday night to celebrate our anniversary!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="CSC_0494 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3966307981/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="CSC_0494" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3966307981_f381f5a2d8_o.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;***And I should also denote that I am as stubborn as he is (in regards to the earlier reference about his stubborness).

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0492 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3967084862/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0492" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/3967084862_7a0e5d477c_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I love you babe!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-7944874312156165816?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7944874312156165816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=7944874312156165816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7944874312156165816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/7944874312156165816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/dairy-queen-date-night.html' title='Dairy Queen Date Night'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8948855104739074562</id><published>2009-09-28T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:22:55.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Longhorn Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>Something big has happened at our house.

&lt;p&gt;Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.staceytaylorlonghorns.com/Default.aspx?action=home"&gt;this site.&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Pictures are coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8948855104739074562?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8948855104739074562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8948855104739074562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8948855104739074562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8948855104739074562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/longhorn-mission-accomplished.html' title='Longhorn Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4034028183333641275</id><published>2009-09-24T15:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:36:29.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Heart Books</title><content type='html'>I am the first to admit I'm a reading geek. I have always loved books. I can easily read a good book in less than 24 hours. Unfortunately, I let a good book consume me. I can't put it down or function properly until I've made it to the end.

&lt;p&gt;Luckily my love for books was passed on to my children. Kade has always enjoyed books and books are the one thing I don't EVER feel guilty about buying. He has worked up quite a little library.

&lt;p&gt;I spent part of a day last week up in the attic getting down some of Kade's old books for Devynn.

&lt;p&gt;This book was the first one I grabbed because Devynn just learned this song as school.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0310 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3951090370/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0310" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3951090370_53eb854dbf_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And next I grabbed this one because recently Scooby-Doo has become Devynn's favorite cartoonc characters.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0308 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3950310389/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0308" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3950310389_479c4ee817_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dinosaurs....who doesn't love them? Especially when they are portrayed so mild-mannered in these books.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0306 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3950310333/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0306" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/3950310333_1777cf5376_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some classic Dr. Seuss books...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0303 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3950310271/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0303" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/3950310271_313b6384c3_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A nice fall touch...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0311 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3950310483/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0311" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3950310483_01db1531e9_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And we know all about the bad dogs around here...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0312 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3951090452/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0312" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/3951090452_fc4f279f09_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;An oldie but goodie...

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0313 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3951090516/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0313" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/3951090516_9e9e57b978_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gotta love the rolling eye-ball books.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0315 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3950310635/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="DSC_0315" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3950310635_3dede3f205_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Because I love books and think everyone else should too, I am giving away a $50 Barnes &amp;amp; Noble gift card. (***If you order your books online, B &amp;amp; N has free shipping with all orders over $25.) All you have to do is leave a comment and tell me what your favorite book is. I will randomly choose a winner on Monday so leave your comment before Monday at noon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-4034028183333641275?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4034028183333641275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4034028183333641275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4034028183333641275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4034028183333641275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heart-books.html' title='I Heart Books'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5859809610131645639</id><published>2009-09-19T15:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:17:36.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Belly Blunder</title><content type='html'>Warning: if you suffer from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omphalophobia&lt;/span&gt; (fear of belly buttons), please do not read this post. I sincerely apologize for what is coming.

&lt;p&gt;Against my better judgement, I went to the tanning salon on Thursday. The reasoning behind this somewhat foolish choice is that Ryan is taking me to a &lt;a href="http://www.bijouxrestaurant.com/"&gt;fancy French restaurant &lt;/a&gt;tonight for our anniversary. Since I will be wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LBD&lt;/span&gt; (little black dress), I hoped to have somewhat of a semblance of a tan...or at least some color-- however minor (or major red) it might be.

&lt;p&gt;After getting home from the tanning salon and "letting the dust settle", I realized that I had a slight problem:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Tanning2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3934603345/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Tanning2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2634/3934603345_64b6c5da38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Tanning by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3934603529/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Tanning" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/3934603529_9b451633b7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What I need to know is: &lt;em&gt;how does this happen&lt;/em&gt;? I don't understand how one area of my body ended up like this, in such a funky shape!!! Thank gosh it wasn't somewhere that will show. Has anybody else ever had this dilemma? I'd like to avoid this little situation next time I make a trip to get a tan. Please advise! &lt;p&gt;Again, I apologize for showing you this horror scene, but I need answers!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5859809610131645639?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5859809610131645639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5859809610131645639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5859809610131645639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5859809610131645639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/belly-blunder.html' title='Belly Blunder'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2634/3934603345_64b6c5da38_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2963820702563459226</id><published>2009-09-15T10:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:35:54.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Dog Dollars</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent the morning running errands. One of the monthly errands that I do is make a trip to Petco, where I must purchase my German Shepherd specialized dog food.

&lt;a title="DSC_0197 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3920263505/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="DSC_0197" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3920263505_d0b77c7c45.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;You see, &lt;em&gt;T.J.&lt;/em&gt; has allergies.


&lt;p&gt;It all started in 2007. I had just moved into my brand new home. I had just had a baby. I was very tired.


&lt;p&gt;Then my mom called asking if she could give Kade a puppy for his birthday. Hmmmm....let me know think about that....&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;!


&lt;p&gt;But somehow the guilt got to me. Every boy needs a dog. Lassie. Old Yeller. The list goes on. Plus my most favorite birthday gift EVER was my dog. I got him on my 5th birthday and he passed on when I was 18.


&lt;p&gt;So I caved.


&lt;p&gt;Her white German Shepherd had just had a litter of puppies and she couldn't wait to pass on a little bundle of joy to her grandson.

&lt;a title="May 2007 198 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3923426178/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="May 2007 198" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/3923426178_dc03c43cc7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I should preface this story by saying that my family has a sick, sick affection for dogs. It makes us do crazy things, like go hunting for a lost Dalmation in the wilderness with a tranquilizer gun. (I'll share that story another day.) The point is, dogs are barely one notch down from children in our family.


&lt;p&gt;Little did I know that I was getting myself into one heck of a mess.


&lt;p&gt;Sure, Kade was excited.

&lt;a title="100_0665 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3922643879/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="100_0665" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3468/3922643879_6712132f9a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="100_0666 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3922644853/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="100_0666" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3922644853_037c05723c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="100_0667 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3923432466/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="100_0667" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/3923432466_eaefd4c363.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Maybe I was even a little excited that day.


&lt;p&gt;But that soon changed. Imagine being sleep-deprived for approximately three and a half months. Your baby still wakes up at least twice a night. Now add a puppy that whines all night. What do you get? A grouchy mom.


&lt;p&gt;The next thing I know he is chewing up my cabinet doors and my windowsills. We had worked so hard to get our new house. The new was so fresh you could taste it. Pride was in the air. Boy did I not feel bad when I kicked him for those sins.


&lt;p&gt;But boy oh boy do I wish that was the worst of it. He started scratching himself constantly. At first I thought it was a nervous tic. Then I thought maybe it was fleas. When he finally quit eating I took him to the vet and they told me he had Parvo. That turned into a trip to the Animal ER. Not a cheap place.
&lt;p&gt;As it turns out, he didn't have Parvo. He started eating again but kept scratching and scratching. After upteen trips to my local vet I decided to take him to a specialist. A Dog Dermatologist in Dallas. I can't even begin to describe my frustration at this point. Imagine me with a white German Shepherd in the back of Ryan's humongous truck and a screaming baby in the backseat for a 45 minute trip to Dallas. Not pretty. But the dog-lover in me did it.
&lt;p&gt;The dermatologist gave me this yellow bathing stuff that she said would clear him right up. All of the vets kept telling me that he was waaaaaaaaayyy too young to have allergies. So I went home and bathed him hoping for a miracle.  (Even though what I really wanted to do was go home and take a really long nap.  And wake up hoping this had all been a nightmare.)

&lt;a title="101_0031 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3922650705/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="101_0031" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3922650705_d62800c206.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="101_0028 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3922648871/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="101_0028" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3922648871_5754d47658.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="101_0027 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3922647537/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="101_0027" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3922647537_d7f710737a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I think all the bath did was take away any ounce of pride he might have had left.   And leave me one more step closer to insanity.


&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, the bath did not work. We went back to the vet again. After a long series of visits and allergy testing, we were able to determine that he was allergic to pretty much anything in existence: ragweed, goldenrod, yellow dock, mulberry, bermuda and rye grass, several different types of molds, eggs, corn, wheat, rice, lamb, and for gosh sakes HUMAN DANDER. He was allergic to us!


&lt;p&gt;He got started on allergy shots and a "special" dogfood. He has to have only a certain brand from Petco that is &lt;em&gt;duck and potato&lt;/em&gt; flavor. This dogfood is $52.99 for a 30 lb. bag. T.J. and our other dog, Newt, can eat 4 bags in a month. You do the math.


&lt;p&gt;After his allergy shots were unsuccessful, we finally ended up putting him on steroids. Permanently. This means he is going to have a shorter life but that he can live his life without itching. And hopefully I can regain some type of sanity. Which comes at a price:$60/month for the magical anti-itching potion.

&lt;a title="DSC_0207 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3920267305/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC_0207" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/3920267305_88c06b43b2.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;But today T.J. is happy.

&lt;a title="T.J by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3923410552/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="T.J" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3923410552_cd56494a42.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;$7500 later.

&lt;a title="T.J. 2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3923410898/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="T.J. 2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3923410898_7f4fae3d5b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I'm telling you, it's this crazy love I have for pets that led me here. It's a bad chromosome in my DNA that keeps him around.

&lt;a title="T.J. 3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3922624881/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="T.J. 3" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3922624881_35f3c026b6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt; Now here is my question for you.  What can I get my mom to thank her for such a wonderful gift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2963820702563459226?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2963820702563459226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2963820702563459226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2963820702563459226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2963820702563459226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-dollars.html' title='Dog Dollars'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3920263505_d0b77c7c45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2239482226841091365</id><published>2009-09-10T11:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:59:57.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Fort Worth Stockyards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Stockyards1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3906572737/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3906572737_778e0a90cf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago I had to drive to downtown Fort Worth to pick up the name badges for the AYSA football teams (upon Ryan's request). It worked out well because my mother-in-law, Katy, was in town so she, Devynn, and I had a girls afternoon at the stockyards. We didn't stay long but I enjoyed spending my afternoon watching Devynn and Bear have the simplest fun riding the carosel.

&lt;p&gt;I've got a peaceful, easy feeling...

&lt;a title="Stockyards2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907351702/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/3907351702_3ec8418196.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3906573881/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3906573881_9b247465ae.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907352798/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3907352798_dbbd1e2c6e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards5 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907353146/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards5" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3907353146_9c7fd225f3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards6 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3906574923/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Stockyards6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3906574923_db3ec90de5.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards7 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907353772/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Stockyards7" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3907353772_12861f991d.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards8 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907353956/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Stockyards8" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3907353956_c8d6016a5d.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards9 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3906575685/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards9" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/3906575685_540d85922a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards10 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907354438/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Stockyards10" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3530/3907354438_61514c521a.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards11 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907354652/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards11" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/3907354652_24979f7f57.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards12 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907354958/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards12" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3907354958_35358fefd5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards13 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907355146/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Stockyards13" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/3907355146_4a521df74d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="Stockyards14 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3907355446/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Stockyards14" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3907355446_5b232d11d1.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2239482226841091365?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2239482226841091365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2239482226841091365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2239482226841091365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2239482226841091365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/fort-worth-stockyards.html' title='Fort Worth Stockyards'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3906572737_778e0a90cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-6277163795263793838</id><published>2009-09-09T18:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:22:21.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My 29 List on 9/9/09</title><content type='html'>So this is my last year in my 20s. I won't ever get to say I'm "20-something" again after next August.

&lt;p&gt;I've been working to create a list of things I'd like to accomplish/experience before I turn 30. The list has been harder than expected. This is how my measley little list has looked for the last two weeks:

&lt;p&gt;1. Visit New York City.

&lt;p&gt;2. Learn how to sew (I know I should have learned this in home economics but I didn't take that class).

&lt;p&gt;3. Run a 5K with my dad (he is currently getting in shape so I can cross this one off my list). I'm hoping my mom joins in with us.

&lt;p&gt;4. Convince my parents to move within a 30 minute drive of my house (this is of course highly dependent on them and something I have been working on for many years).

&lt;p&gt;5. Start a garden.

&lt;p&gt;6. Grow out my fingernails already.

&lt;p&gt;I mean the list just hasn't been growing. I'm full of really good ideas, but I realize they would be best accomplished in a 5 year time period rather than a 1 year time period. There's only so much that a girl with a husband and two kids can do in one year.

&lt;p&gt;I tried to think of some other things I would actually have time to accomplish in less than a year and I came across a "Things To Do Before You Turn 30" blog at &lt;a href="http://havetoremember.wordpress.com/2008/11/09/things-to-do-before-you-turn-30/"&gt;Time &amp;amp; Again&lt;/a&gt;. The list made me embrace the things I have already done before turning 30. Here were the things that I wish I could've checked off the list:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visited Paris
&lt;p&gt;Backpacked in Europe
&lt;p&gt;Been in a movie
&lt;p&gt;Been on a television news program as an “expert”
&lt;p&gt;Performed on stage &lt;strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
&lt;p&gt;Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
&lt;p&gt;Gone on an African photo safari
&lt;p&gt;Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
&lt;p&gt;Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
&lt;p&gt;Saved someone’s life&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I think I can probably accomplish the Ferrari test drive before I turn 30 but perhaps the others I will need to save for my "Before 35" List. 

&lt;/p&gt;Cheers to another great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-6277163795263793838?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6277163795263793838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=6277163795263793838&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6277163795263793838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6277163795263793838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-29-list-on-9909.html' title='My 29 List on 9/9/09'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2340479012687969132</id><published>2009-09-08T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:34:11.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>My Photography Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have loved photgraphy for at least 10 years now. We all love photography, right? We enjoy documenting our lives and looking back on yesterday's memories. Of course we all get the occasional photo taken of ourselves that we don't really care for, but generally speaking most people embrace the power and emotion of the camera.


&lt;p&gt;My photography journey started in college. I had to have two fine arts classes to get my degree. I wasn't really sure what I would take. I figured out what I wanted one of my electives to be when my mom enrolled in Photography 101 at our local community college. She purchased a Pentax camera at the local pawn shop and off she went. (Interesting side note: she was not allowed to use a digital camera in that class only 10 years ago.) The class involved both learning about photography techniques and how to take beautiful pictures, but also working in the dark room and printing pictures in black and white. After I saw some of the work she was doing I wanted a piece of the action.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="camera by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3900149333/"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="camera" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3900149333_5109c568e0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The next summer semester I enrolled in the very same class. I was excited learning about aperature, shutter speed, ISO, and other things that I'd never even considered prior to that class. It was so fun to make time to shoot pictures right after dawn and right before dusk (flashes were not allowed). I had to open my eyes and get creative because we weren't allowed to shoot pictures of people or pets (two of my favorite subjects). The dark room was even more amazing. I loved the printing side. It was today's version of Photoshop. The place where you could make your pictures anything you wanted them to be.


&lt;p&gt;(I still keep my original portfolio hanging up in my laundry room. These pictures follow me wherever I go.)


&lt;p&gt;After the class was over, I continued to take some pictures here and there and purchased my own used 35 mm SLR from another girl at college. I enjoyed taking pictures but life got busy and I wasn't able to be as creative as I wanted to be.


&lt;p&gt;The summer after I graduated, I moved to the DFW area. Before we left, Ryan gave me my first ever point and shoot DIGITAL camera complete with filters, lenses, and more. He knew how much I liked photography and he also knew how hard it was for me to leave my parents. He told me that my new Olympus would be my way of staying close to them. With a digital camera, I could email them pictures of Kade every day. That camera meant a lot to me.


&lt;p&gt;Over the course of the next 4-5 years, I went through several point and shoot cameras. I guess this just happens when you have kids. Somebody drops it, steps on it, etc. I had fun with my cameras but primarily just used them to shoot pictures here and there of the family.  Nothing artistic by any means!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Easy Share by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3900929028/"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Easy Share" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3900929028_424b80e3b8_o.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;This year I started getting really interested in photography again. I visted several photography blogs and websites and begin researching digital SLR cameras. I wanted to be able to get creative again. With Devynn being so young and Kade playing sports, I want to capture all of the kids' special memories. I'm already realizing with Kade just how quickly everything passes. At last I found the Nikon D90 and begged to have it for my birthday. At long last, I received. My hope is to use the camera to record all of the beautiful memories of my beautiful family and to open up the artist in me!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="nikon d90 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3900928992/"&gt;&lt;img height="325" alt="nikon d90" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2423/3900928992_5841f925d0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2340479012687969132?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2340479012687969132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2340479012687969132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2340479012687969132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2340479012687969132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-photography-journey.html' title='My Photography Journey'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3900149333_5109c568e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2737097434760067145</id><published>2009-09-03T14:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:29:12.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Green Chili Galore</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law tends to go overboard. This is not an insult, simply a fact. One that I believe she would readily agree with.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Green chili5 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3884533871/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Green chili5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/3884533871_6e076b6780.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Last week, my mother-in-law (MIL) was in town. A few days before she left, she made the mistake of asking me if there was anything she could bring. I have been craving fresh green chili for some time now. It is not readily available in Texas. And I come from New Mexico. Where everything and anything has green chili on it. I never dreamed there was another world where one did not eat green chili at least twice a week. So, I asked her if she would bring fresh green chili. &lt;p&gt;The next thing I know she shows up with an ENTIRE suitcase full of none other than &lt;em&gt;fresh green chili&lt;/em&gt;. She got up early on the day of her flight and went to the local grocery store to pick up some green chili. (She took my request for "fresh" very literally.) Once she got there she decided she wanted them to go ahead and roast her two bags of chilis. They politely told her that they don't waste their time on small bags, she would have to purchase a burlap bag of fresh green chili if she wanted it roasted. So she did. (In addition to the two bags of non-roasted chilis.)


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Green chili1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3884532823/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Green chili1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3884532823_82daea2fdd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Which is how we ended up with a suitcase full of green chili. It actually passed right through airport security. With a wonderful scent.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Green chili4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3885327340/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Green chili4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3885327340_653b47093e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Once she got here we spent about two hours cleaning the roasted green chilis together to get them ready for freezing. She asked me what I was going to do with all the green chili. I told her it was hard to say what I would be doing three years from now, I wasn't really sure. Just kidding. I told her I would have lots of parties. Which I will have to do because we ended up with four gallon size bags of roasted green chili and 2 gallon sized bags of non-roasted green chili. That's a lot of green chili folks.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Green chili2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3885327522/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Green chili2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3885327522_35f96efea1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;After we finished our green chili cleaning, her and Devynn spent some time snuggling together. I hope I look this good when I am a grandmother.

&lt;a title="Green chili6 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3885328232/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Green chili6" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3885328232_37a6956159.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Since I have an abundance of green chili, I will be using some tonight. I'm going to share a super easy recipe given to me by my friend Candice.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Green chili3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3884533631/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Green chili3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/3884533631_abf5ecf344.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Chile Stuffed Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4 boneless skinless chicken breasts, pounded very thin
&lt;p&gt;4-6 fresh green chilis, peeled
&lt;p&gt;2 cups of shredded mozzarella cheese
&lt;p&gt;1 package of taco seasnoning


&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Sprinkle chicken with taco seasoning and garlic powder (optional). Place chili in middle of chicken and sprinkle with cheese. Roll &amp;amp; use toothpicks to secure. Place in pan with seam down. Cook for about 20 minutes, depending on thickness of chicken. Add chesse sauce to top before serving.


&lt;p&gt;Next up: chile rellenos, yum!


&lt;p&gt;(Note: chili can be spelled with an "e" or an "i" )

&lt;p&gt;P.S. Call me if you need any green chili.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2737097434760067145?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2737097434760067145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2737097434760067145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2737097434760067145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2737097434760067145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/green-chili-galore.html' title='Green Chili Galore'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/3884533871_6e076b6780_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8518204785519722406</id><published>2009-09-02T13:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:41:17.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Season opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="DSC_0329 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3881544575/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0329" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3881544575_6695ecaffc.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Football has been the talk of my family since practice started in July. Well, really before that, but it's become THE topic of discussion 50% of the time these days. Maybe 60%. Actually probably 75%. And it's only going to get worse when the NFL games start.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0454 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3882343548/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="DSC_0454" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3882343548_e1254c3190.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday was our first game and we played at Krum. Ryan woke up at 4:00 in the morning with his nerves getting the best of him. Kade woke up at about 7:00, which is early for a Saturday. They were READY.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0326 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3882341882/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="DSC_0326" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3882341882_2c425fb9da.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;They arrived at the game no sooner than one hour early. Many of the dads hauled in water jugs, tents, and plenty of football equipment. Then it was time to strategize. Time to win a game.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0485 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3881546597/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0485" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3881546597_0b9b7e1148.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The weather was amazingly perfect, hovering around 85 degrees. Even so, Devynn wanted to hold her umbrella.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0319 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3881543951/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="DSC_0319" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/3881543951_e27530bb66.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;My in-laws were here to watch the first game. Kade has quite the fan base. Devynn enjoyed all the attention Kiki and Grandpa Kent gave her. So did I. I was able to take a lot of pictures with her occupied.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0492 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3882344526/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="DSC_0492" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3882344526_59104999bd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The only negative was that Devynn got stung by a bee. But she recovered very quickly and was all smiles before we left.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0450 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3881545511/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="DSC_0450" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3881545511_290219e7de.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Two hours later we had a win, 22-8! Go Eagles!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0493 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3881547165/"&gt;&lt;img height="295" alt="DSC_0493" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3881547165_e9becb749a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;

Congratulations Kade and Ryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8518204785519722406?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8518204785519722406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8518204785519722406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8518204785519722406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8518204785519722406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/season-opener.html' title='Season opener'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3881544575_6695ecaffc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8009870981650612985</id><published>2009-08-29T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:08:55.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Another Unique Gift</title><content type='html'>So last week I blogged about the Christmas stockings that I got for my birthday. Today I want to share another unique gift I received, this one from my mother-in-law. I think all you girls will be very interested in this gift. It is called a Miche (pronounced Mee-Chee) Bag.

&lt;p&gt;The tagline is "One Bag. Endless Possibilities." The main body/base and handles of the bag are black (or brown if you so choose). What is cool about this purse is that you purchase shells to go over the top of it. So, instead of having to change purses every morning, you just change the magnetic shell to coordinate with what you are wearing that day. It only takes about 5 seconds to pull off a shell and replace with another one. Check out a few of the different shells:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="miche hannah by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3868928350/"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="miche hannah" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/3868928350_034d31bd27_o.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="miche sheila by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3868147849/"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="miche sheila" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3868147849_514b9951a3_o.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="miche red_ellie by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3868927956/"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="miche red_ellie" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3868927956_982b915598_o.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="miche pink_cori by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3868927980/"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="miche pink_cori" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3868927980_1da58ee9d7_o.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="miche jayma by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3868147681/"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="miche jayma" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2487/3868147681_351879270a_o.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pretty awesome, huh?! Now I don't have any excuses for not matching.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8009870981650612985?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8009870981650612985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8009870981650612985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8009870981650612985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8009870981650612985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-unique-gift.html' title='Another Unique Gift'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3283666468405802159</id><published>2009-08-27T12:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:19:42.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Texas Longhorns</title><content type='html'>OK, the subject is not the UT football team today, it is the actual Texas Longhorn cattle. For whatever reason they fascinate me. Their beauty, the sheer massiveness of their horns, their coloring, their prestige...gotta love it. I have been doing some research about them because I'd love to have one. I really don't know what purpose a longhorn would serve other than me getting to admire it's beauty when I drive up to my house each day. Oh wait, yes I do, I would get an agriculture exemption. Precisely the reasoning I will use to convince Ryan that we need one. Or two.



&lt;a title="Longhorn1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3862792962/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Longhorn1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3862792962_450771fb77.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The Texas Longhorn is known for its toughness. It is hardy, aggressive, and adaptable. Traits that quite frankly, I admire. This breed of cattle can survive in conditions that no other breed can--it is able to get sustenance from weed, brush, and cactus, and survive for days with no water. (Which makes me wonder why there are not more longhorns in New Mexico.) Weather is a non-issue for the longhorn; it is able to survive in subzero temperatures or scorching hot conditions. Longhorns have a very strong survival instinct. Which is very important at my house.



&lt;a title="Longhorn3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3862012995/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Longhorn3" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3862012995_f2c5e3c998.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;p&gt;In addition to a longhorn or two, I'd like to add a &lt;em&gt;jenny &lt;/em&gt;(female donkey aka ass) to the mix. I think it would only be appropriate since I got constantly got teased in elementary school for having the name "Jenny". I mean after all, she is my name sake. Technically that is not true, I do not have a name sake. My sister recently got a &lt;em&gt;jack&lt;/em&gt; (that would be the male version of the ass: jack + ass = jackass) and says they are really fun and hers only cost $50. Which is very cheap compared to the pretty penny the longhorns are going for right now. Does anybody know if longhorns and donkeys get along?



&lt;a title="Longhorn2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3862010819/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Longhorn2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3862010819_12da9f2e9f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I had to drop off a late package at the Fed-Ex facility near Alliance Airport last week and I got to capture a few photos of this beauty eating dinner. I feel like I will be an official "city rancher" if I ever have a longhorn. Sigh.



&lt;a title="Longhorn4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3862015281/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Longhorn4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/3862015281_a99977e773.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3283666468405802159?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3283666468405802159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3283666468405802159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3283666468405802159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3283666468405802159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/texas-longhorns.html' title='Texas Longhorns'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3862792962_450771fb77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3359067667558325738</id><published>2009-08-26T14:15:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:15:41.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>I made a bow!</title><content type='html'>While I am crafty on some fronts, girly things such as hair bows aren't really my specialty area. But I have been feeling a little guilty that I don't tend to my little Devynn's hair as well as I should. For at least the first year of her life people would mistake her for a little boy. This was due in part to the fact that she had very little hair for the first twelve months, but also due to me not bothering to bling her up.



&lt;p&gt;I had asked my mom some time ago to make Devynn some bows (as I've mentioned before my mom is Martha Stewart). She brought the bow-making paraphernalia to me this summer but we really didn't have much time to make any bows.

&lt;a title="Ribbon1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3860062100/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Ribbon1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3860062100_670b68a7f7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, I got very brave, opened up my inner creativity, and googled "how to make a bow." I found an excellent tutorial on &lt;a href="http://www.theribbonretreat.com/"&gt;The Ribbon Retreat&lt;/a&gt;.


&lt;a title="Ribbon3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3859275421/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Ribbon3" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3859275421_800f3668e9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The possibilities here were endless. I decided to try my hand with a pink and yellow color combination.



&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It really didn't take as long as I thought it would. And the directions were simple enough for a first-timer to understand.



&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was beyond excited when I finished this hair bow. That sounds totally lame but making a hair bow is just something I NEVER thought I would have any &lt;em&gt;desire&lt;/em&gt; to do much less &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; do. I felt like a new woman. Like I could accomplish anything I set my mind to. Sewing, cooking, gardening? Bring it on!


&lt;a title="Ribbon4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3860063016/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Ribbon4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2528/3860063016_324a79585a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Unfortunately my husband didn't quite share in my excitement. I don't think he understood that I had moved up to a new altitude on the domestication scale. I am at a higher level now, hello!

&lt;a title="Ribbon5 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3860062570/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Ribbon5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/3860062570_9c77a25437.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;a title="Ribbon6 copy by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3859276887/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Ribbon6 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3859276887_9dec67a57f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

OK, well this picture reveals that my bow is a little less than perfect, but regardless Devynn will be wearing this bow today and everyday for the next 30-60 days. I'm proud, what can I say?!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you would like to download the tutorial for the style of hair bow that I made, click here: &lt;a href="https://www.theribbonretreat.com/custom/modules/FreeProjects/PDFFlowerLoopBow.pdf"&gt;Flower Loop Hair Bow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3359067667558325738?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3359067667558325738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3359067667558325738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3359067667558325738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3359067667558325738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-bow.html' title='I made a bow!'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3860062100_670b68a7f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5838660471682555943</id><published>2009-08-24T12:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:49:20.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Today was back to school for KJ. It was also his first day at the intermediate school. In my opinion the intermediate school is a brilliant idea. It houses 5th and 6th graders only and they do many of the things they will do in middle school, such as change classes for each subject, inhabit a locker, suit out for PE, and lose recess. And even though they do all those "big kid" things, they still have crayons, markers, and colored pencils on their school supply list. It is a great transition between elementary and middle school. We all remember our middle school days, wouldn't you have given anything to be a little bit more prepared for the reality of that cruel world?!

&lt;p&gt;The night before back to school ALWAYS involves root beer floats. My mom did this for me and my sister one year and for whatever reason that stuck with me. I must have really enjoyed the root beer floats. It was a special occasion at our house. As such it is a tradition at the Grandi house.

&lt;a title="backtoschool1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3853199184/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="backtoschool1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3853199184_6b4af41e1e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="backtoschool3 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3853201014/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="backtoschool3" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3853201014_9e866b37ab.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a title="backtoschool4 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3853201352/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="backtoschool4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3853201352_bd1b8a467c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="backtoschool2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3853199464/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="backtoschool2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/3853199464_df97e5bf66.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all enjoyed our root beer floats. Then it was time to bed before 10:00 for the first time in about three months.

&lt;p&gt;Here is a quick shot of Kade before he left for school.


&lt;a title="backtoschool5 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3852411303/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="backtoschool5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3852411303_ef887b41db.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And here is a few shots of little Miss Devynn who accompanied him on his first day.

&lt;a title="backtoschool7 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3852411003/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="backtoschool7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/3852411003_bca9b689dd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a title="backtoschool6 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3852410669/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="backtoschool6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/3852410669_22f832e0a5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness I won't be losing her to school for a few more years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5838660471682555943?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5838660471682555943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5838660471682555943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5838660471682555943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5838660471682555943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3853199184_6b4af41e1e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2320152892242687874</id><published>2009-08-21T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:21:54.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Thumbprints in the sand.  Not really.</title><content type='html'>Well we all know &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.llerrah.com/footprints.htm"&gt;Footprints in the Sand&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; These are "thumbprints." Just not in the sand. Or in the sand if you'd like.

&lt;a title="Thumbprints2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3842882271/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Thumbprints2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3842882271_71040e2e04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Anyway.

&lt;p&gt;I am posting this recipe on request. I brought it to a &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt; leadership meeting a few weeks ago and forgot to share it and was reminded of that last night.

&lt;p&gt;This is my mom's recipe. I'm not sure where she got it, but this is really so easy that even I can do it and I always get compliments wherever I take these!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;1 cup butter
&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar
&lt;p&gt;2 eggs, separated
&lt;p&gt;1 tsp vanilla
&lt;p&gt;2 c sifted flour
&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp salt
&lt;p&gt;1 1/2 cup pecans, finely chopped

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Combine butter, brown sugar, egg yolks, and vanilla. Add flour and salt to mixture. Roll into 1" balls. Roll through egg whites and then in nuts. Place 1" apart on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 5 minutes at 375 degrees, pull cookie sheet out of oven and use a spoon to press down in the center of the cookie (making "thumbprints"), then bake another 6-8 minutes.

&lt;p&gt;After cookies have cooled, add your favorite icing to the center of the cookie. For my icing, I used a combination of powdered sugar, milk, and a drop of red food coloring.

&lt;a title="Thumbprints1 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3843669744/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Thumbprints1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3843669744_451b77825e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This recipe only makes about 20 cookies. If you are baking for a crowd you will want to double the recipe as these usually go very fast!

&lt;p&gt;I told you they were easy! Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2320152892242687874?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2320152892242687874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2320152892242687874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2320152892242687874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2320152892242687874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/thumbprints-in-sand-not-really.html' title='Thumbprints in the sand.  Not really.'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3842882271_71040e2e04_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3232552226857641879</id><published>2009-08-18T14:34:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:51:06.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas in August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago I had a birthday. This was the first year ever that I picked out my own birthday present from Ryan. He is usually REALLY good at surprising me on my birthday with something very cool. So I have to admit that even though I loved loved loved my camera that I received, I was a little disappointed that there would be no surprise element this year.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Leave it to my mom to surprise me.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's a brief history: 2 or 3 years ago I saw these really pretty Christmas stockings in a magazine. I ripped the page out and asked my mom if she could make them for me since she's Martha Stewart. She said "of course." Well Christmas came around and she didn't have time to make the stockings so we didn't have the stockings that year. Then the next Christmas came around and still no stockings. (She's busy, I tell you.) I think there was even a 3rd Christmas that rolled around with no stockings but I don't want to confirm because I am sure my mom really isn't appreciating me right now if she is reading this!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, cut back to the present: it's my birthday and my mom wants me to guess what my gift from her is. Hmmm, clothes? She's says I'll NEVER guess what it is. Believe me, the Christmas stockings aren't coming to mind because I've lost all hope of ever receiving them.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I open my gift to find my long awaited stockings. Trust me, it was worth the wait. They were beautiful. And funky. And modern. And unique. Just like I had wanted.

&lt;a title="Stockings by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3834769814/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="Stockings" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3834769814_c6c303bdf2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The matching tree skirt I just love, because it is reversible. So, depending on the year and my mood that year, I can just flip it around for a totally new look.

&lt;a title="Tree skirt by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3833976335/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="Tree skirt" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3833976335_86af43ef90.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It gets better. She hit up Hobby Lobby, which had all of their Christmas decor out in July. This usually disgusts me, but for once I am thankful that they had their shelves stocked so early. She gave me all new ornaments to match my stockings and tree skirt.

&lt;a title="Ornament 2 by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3833977707/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="Ornament 2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3833977707_1d9915f236.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just love a black, white, red, and green color combo.

&lt;a title="Ornament by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3834770180/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="Ornament" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3834770180_a48d9932df.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's wonderful being Martha Stewart's daughter. It definitely has it's perks.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas ya'll!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3232552226857641879?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3232552226857641879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3232552226857641879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3232552226857641879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3232552226857641879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-in-august.html' title='Christmas in August'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3834769814_c6c303bdf2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5929395385437087479</id><published>2009-08-15T15:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:33:49.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>APD Blotter II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="badge by jennygrandi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3823510391/"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="badge" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/3823510391_f79f22f847_o.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It's that time again. Time for some laughs.

&lt;p&gt;My experience with the police is typically negative. Usually because an officer is giving me a speeding ticket. But today I posted this picture because I support the police for providing the public with such interesting police reports.

&lt;p&gt;Here are my favorites for this month:

&lt;p&gt;1. After running over a dog with her car in the 700 block of Gibbons, the errant driver told police that she saw something lying in the road but didn't know what it was, so she ran over it. The woman then began laughing, which made the dog's owner upset, so the officer asked her to go sit in her car because it was making the situation worse.

&lt;p&gt;2. Police responded to a verbal argument in the 400 block of Meandering Creek, where a man got upset because his wife and children were not cleaning the house. The man decided to leave for the night and discuss the issue with his family at a later date. No charges were filed.

&lt;p&gt;3. An officer spotted a pickup truck parked at the intermediate school late at night with a couple inside attempting to get dressed. The man said that they were "doing a little more than making out." The officer advised them to find a better place to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5929395385437087479?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5929395385437087479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5929395385437087479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5929395385437087479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5929395385437087479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/apd-blotter-ii.html' title='APD Blotter II'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8940137621960443137</id><published>2009-08-14T15:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:54:27.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Guilt-Free Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I had a birthday a few weeks ago. My mom came and made me the most delicious German Chocolate Cake EVER. I am still paying for it. The worst part is that Ryan does not like German Chocolate Cake because he's not a fan of coconut, so that meant there were only two people to devour the cake after my parents left: me and Kade. After loading up on those cake calories plus the other 9000 that I ate during my birthday supper, I felt like I was going to pop.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went in search of healthy recipes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What I found was very delicious and more forgiving on the body.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whole Grain Healthy Banana Bread. Yum.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369913141094655906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoXDjQGmJ6I/AAAAAAAAASc/-Yn7LRICl4E/s400/Banana+Bread1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you are feeling a little bloated as I was, try this for your next snack.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369913135139472242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoXDi56xQ3I/AAAAAAAAASU/kyqRGiLwd_o/s400/Banana+Bread2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¾ cup Splenda
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¾ cup flax seed meal
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5 ripe bananas, mashed
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¼ cup skim milk
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¼ cup low-fat sour cream
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 teaspoons egg whites
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 cups whole wheat flour
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;½ teaspoon salt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9 x 5 inch loaf pan. In a medium bowl, mix together the sugar blend, flax meal, bananas, milk, sour cream and egg whites until well blended. Combine the flour, baking soda and salt; stir into the banana mixture until moistened. Spoon into prepared loaf pan. Bake for 70 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the crown of the loaf comes out clean.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This recipe is courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;All Recipes&lt;/a&gt;. For a printable version, visit their &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and type in "whole grain healthy banana bread."
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Notes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because this uses whole wheat flour, it will appear very dark when baking. I checked it after 20 minutes and thought I had already burned it! No fear, it turns out great after cooking for the full 70 minutes.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is wonderful with a little peanut butter smeared on it. A great after-run snack!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy!

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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8940137621960443137?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8940137621960443137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8940137621960443137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8940137621960443137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8940137621960443137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilt-free-eating.html' title='Guilt-Free Eating'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoXDjQGmJ6I/AAAAAAAAASc/-Yn7LRICl4E/s72-c/Banana+Bread1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4162723369027573569</id><published>2009-08-13T14:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:55:22.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so I haven't blogged in a while. And I'll tell you why: I have just spent about three weeks of my "spare time" trying to create a new blog in &lt;a href="http://www.wordpress.org/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt;. This involved A LOT of time, effort, and pain on my part. I finally decided to quit letting myself be consumed by the blog and just be happy with what I currently have. Ugh. I'm really done. Finished. It's over. Now that I have moved on, let me catch you up on what our family has been up to.

Earlier in the week, this arrived:

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Which means that soon, I will have one of these:

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Yesterday, I took Devynn for her first ever trip to the nail salon.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369534256885491698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoRq9SbzZ_I/AAAAAAAAARM/iADJFnWqBDs/s400/Devynn2+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, what fun it was! She was overwhelmed choosing colors. First she wanted purple, then she decided on pink, and finally added orange to the mix. I was really surprised at how well she did considering what a busy body she is. What really fascinated her was the Vietnamese language. I think that's what kept her mesmerized and consequently very still.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;Notice how the flower on her big toe is already smudged?!
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My little spa diva!
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have also been spending much of our time at the football field lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369538051855055554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoRuaLzDesI/AAAAAAAAASE/qGZlevvjPCs/s400/football+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Kade is #21--the one with the really cool shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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And Ryan is the one with the nice butt.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369538032509466482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoRuZDutN3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SrkQlTmXMa4/s400/football3+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Devynn is the one smiling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that was a quick update.  Keep checking back because I am back in blogging mode now that I am done jacking with Wordpress templates and such, and I have a lot of interesting things to post in the near future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-4162723369027573569?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4162723369027573569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4162723369027573569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4162723369027573569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4162723369027573569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SoRq7w7TudI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2k9x5ghVw7w/s72-c/Fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4223658021420797331</id><published>2009-08-06T15:12:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:18:09.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Girl's Night</title><content type='html'>Last week I enjoyed a fun girl's night with some friends from my MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group. I hosted the fun but as everybody knows, I am not the best cook. As I thumbed through the 3 recipes I can succesfully cook wondering which one I would prepare, I suddenly realized, &lt;em&gt;why not ask Sarah to show us how to cook something fun&lt;/em&gt;? Sarah has her own cooking blog and I thought it would be neat for us to cook together, learn a new recipe, and eat something that would taste infinitely better than what I would cook. I called Sarah and she was on board! The menu: gourmet pizza.


&lt;p&gt;Here is the cast of characters from left to right: Sarah, Karin, Jara, Jenny, and Melissa.


&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6QVY7ciI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BMs1CgHtCmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0083_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366947433236099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6QVY7ciI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BMs1CgHtCmQ/s320/DSC_0083_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah arrived a little early and put me to work. She had me grate some parmesan cheese. She had a really cool grating tool that was hand-held and grated the cheese up very pretty and it was a lot faster than the ordinary grating tool.



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6EWwSq2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/7cb_8plC_Do/s1600-h/DSC_0154_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366947227444095842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6EWwSq2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/7cb_8plC_Do/s320/DSC_0154_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The other girls started arriving and Karin got to work cutting up the chicken. We made two different types of pizza.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6EHX-FeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PGGKPnxiC0k/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366947223315551714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6EHX-FeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PGGKPnxiC0k/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the pizzas called for pesto so Sarah showed us how to make our own pesto. I have to admit that I hadn't seen my food processor in about 2 years. The pesto called for some fresh garlic and Sarah showed us all how to properly use a garlic press. I had bought one from Pampered Chef probably 3 years ago and never used it. I used it for the first time a few nights ago...


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Sarah taught us something so simple yet so brilliant about chopping food up: the easiest way to "chop" is to use kitchen shears. We used it to cut up herbs and to cut up the bacon. It was so fast and easy. Why had I not thought of that before? Probably because I don't spend enough time in the kitchen.


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&lt;div&gt;Once Sarah got to blending up the pesto ingredients, the aroma in the house made all of us girls very hungry! Luckily, Melissa had brought a buffalo chicken dip as an appetizer and we all snacked on it as we worked on the pizzas. The dip was so flavorful, with a little shizam in the form of pepper sauce. For the recipe, go to &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;http://www.allrecipes.com/&lt;/a&gt; and key in buffalo chicken dip.


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We spent a lot of time preparing these bad boys, but we were finally ready to layer our crusts.



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&lt;div&gt;I can't even tell you how good the pizzas tasted! We all really enjoyed the fruit of our labors. My favorite was the pesto sausage pizza--it was so creamy and hearty. The blackened spinach chicken pizza was also great, more light and healthy in my opinion (although the recipe originally came from Paula Deen, so I doubt it is even remotely healthy).
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are links for both recipes:
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourfriendskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/08/pesto-sausage-pizza.html"&gt;Pesto Sausage Pizza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourfriendskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/08/blackened-chicken-spinach-pizza-paula.html"&gt;Blackened Chicken Spinach Pizza&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we had consumed all the calories we would need for a week, Jara (the artist) showed us how to make canvases for our kids' rooms. She found her inspiration from the cutest kid's site, &lt;a href="http://www.rosenberryrooms.com/"&gt;Rosenberry Rooms&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Here is her inspiring final product:&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div&gt;This was a great night! Besides the fact that I had such good company and an evening away from the kids, I also learned so many helpful things about cooking and art. Thanks girls!&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/4837056783247931153-4223658021420797331?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4223658021420797331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4223658021420797331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4223658021420797331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4223658021420797331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-night.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sns6QVY7ciI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BMs1CgHtCmQ/s72-c/DSC_0083_01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2032228343104282859</id><published>2009-07-31T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:07:22.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Pine Cove Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736246619511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnNfMVVrGpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zY-iMdog0yo/s320/Kade+pine+cove5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Less than 24 hours until I go pick up my boy! I was more than thrilled to get a note from him in the mail on Tuesday and today. His Tuesday letter said, "...the people there are really funny." He also shared that he did "this other thing called the breath taker and you were in a harness and it was like a zip line but you were free falling." He even drew me an illustration of that in case I didn't quite understand the significance of how cool this breath taker was.



&lt;p&gt;The letter I received today came with some really good news: "The BB guns: I set a high record for our cabin and second highest of the whole camp!" I can't wait to find out more about this achievement...



&lt;p&gt;The letter ended with "P.S. Can you send me some candy?"



&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnNfNATgptI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hEO_fAeB8cc/s1600-h/Kade+pine+cove7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736258153162450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnNfNATgptI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hEO_fAeB8cc/s320/Kade+pine+cove7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a group shot of the boys in his cabin. I can't remember the cabin name because it was some really hard name to say (the names are based on &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt;.) KJ is front and center and that's his classmates on the left and right of him.


&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnNfMmCBUpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cPkhkB7p_gg/s1600-h/Kade+pine+cove6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736251100484242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnNfMmCBUpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cPkhkB7p_gg/s320/Kade+pine+cove6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am really proud of Kade in this picture with his counselor because I was starting to think he was allergic to hugs. Now I realize he must just be allergic to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2032228343104282859?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2032228343104282859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2032228343104282859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2032228343104282859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2032228343104282859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/pine-cove-part-two.html' title='Pine Cove Part Two'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnNfMVVrGpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zY-iMdog0yo/s72-c/Kade+pine+cove5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-6423170684229959305</id><published>2009-07-29T21:17:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:06:55.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Summer camp: Funner than home</title><content type='html'>Kade is at &lt;a href="http://www.pinecove.com/"&gt;summer camp &lt;/a&gt;this week. I never attended summer camp as a child, so this has been a new experience for me. We drove to East Texas on Tuesday to drop him off and along the way we passed numerous cars with sayings like "Pine Cove or bust" shoe polished on the car. The funniest comment I saw was, "Two kids at Pine Cove: $2K, Both kids gone all week: priceless." (We checked into taking Devynn but she has to be in second grade before she can go.)
Apparently people are very hard core over their summer camps. I myself am not particularly fond of shoe-polishing my car.


&lt;p&gt;Kade will be at camp until Saturday. Part of the summer camp experience is that he doesn't get the opportunity to make contact with his parents during the week. They only call you if there is a real emergency. So, I haven't heard from him yet but they do have a web page that you can view every morning to see the previous day's pictures. Here are some I found of him.


&lt;p&gt;The first photo is a group shot of his bunkmates (8 in a cabin) and his counselor, &lt;strong&gt;Captain Stache&lt;/strong&gt; (prounounced Stash). Kade is bunking with two of his school friends, Matthew and Gentry. The other boys are from different towns. Each night they have a &lt;em&gt;theme&lt;/em&gt; night. This photo was taken on &lt;em&gt;career night&lt;/em&gt;. Kade dressed up as an NFL player.




&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364072841422682114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1EZRuAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NR6OPD7dFtE/s320/Kade+pine+cove4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1q4VOuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2suBUqIpTYY/s1600-h/Kade+pine+cove3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364072851753482978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1q4VOuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2suBUqIpTYY/s320/Kade+pine+cove3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo above looks like Captain Stache is trying to get Kade to do something he doesn't want to do (like maybe go up in front and sing?!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1fzeiHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RLcpdnNBVEI/s1600-h/Kade+pine+cove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364072848780331122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1fzeiHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RLcpdnNBVEI/s320/Kade+pine+cove1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, here is my daredevil. I can't be 100% certain this is my child, but he has a swimsuit exactly like this child does and it looks like Kade's body... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1XhvBuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZkisqUjLMs4/s1600-h/Kade+pine+cove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364072846558430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1XhvBuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZkisqUjLMs4/s320/Kade+pine+cove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoping to share some camp stories soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-6423170684229959305?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6423170684229959305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=6423170684229959305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6423170684229959305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6423170684229959305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-camp-funner-than-home.html' title='Summer camp: Funner than home'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SnED1EZRuAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NR6OPD7dFtE/s72-c/Kade+pine+cove4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-5992000156757589233</id><published>2009-07-28T16:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:06:38.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Macro Shots</title><content type='html'> &lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Over the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July, we stayed at my Mom and Dad's house. The kids love to play in the backyard so I took a couple of macro shots while we were outside. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363630526437592274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sm9xi8rBDNI/AAAAAAAAANU/SQ3VkKCxmos/s320/101_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cute little frog was caught in the filter and my dad felt bad for it, so we tossed him back into the pond and watched him swim, swim, swim until he reached this lily pad. Devynn was quite fascinated with the frog's swimming ability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363630520357039842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sm9ximBTLuI/AAAAAAAAANM/0q2bB3GSJQU/s320/101_1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I remember when my parents first decided to build this pond. Kade was about one year old at the time, so that would have been about 9 years ago (I knew I got an accounting degree for practical purposes such as this). Dad dug the pond himself with a shovel. Manpower. They started off with only one little lily pad and a few goldfish and now the pond has grown up to be so beautiful.

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The dogs do their best to keep the yard itself in a mess. This is a love/hate relationship for my mom. Most of the time, people just have to enjoy the lovely pond from the comforts of the living room because one of their dogs is not very nice to humans. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Devynn found her new passion: watering plants. She wouldn't stop. It would have been exhausting except that I busied myself with taking pictures while I let Mom fill up her watering can dozens of times and follow her around helping her. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363630547831892914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sm9xkMX0K7I/AAAAAAAAANs/g6A8OP8dtJs/s320/101_1162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;As such, I am currently re-designing my blog. I had to (and wanted to) switch over to &lt;a href="http://www.wordpress.org/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt; so I have no choice but to get a new theme for my blog. This is no easy task. Actually it is very easy if you want a plain, boring-looking theme with no bells and whistles. But of course I don't want it the easy way.

&lt;p&gt;I hope to have the new blog up in a week or so. All the old posts will be there, the format of the site will just look different.

&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to your feedback on the new site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-5435385569664954114?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5435385569664954114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=5435385569664954114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5435385569664954114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/5435385569664954114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog-design-coming-soon.html' title='New Blog Design Coming Soon'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3582686079894478202</id><published>2009-07-21T11:51:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:05:03.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>iFast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmX6eF9SurI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KRj2_xmoUGQ/s1600-h/101_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966326356720306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmX6eF9SurI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KRj2_xmoUGQ/s320/101_1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Kade's last track meet was a few weekends ago. As much as I enjoyed track and as much as Kade took pride in running track, I cannot say that I am sorry it is over. Running track in Texas in the summer heat is crazy. We have endured practices 4 evenings a week as well as all-day Saturday meets for the past 6 weeks. Can you spell H-O-T?! As far as I am concerned we have sports here all backwards. Football and track should be in the late fall and winter, basketball can be a summer sport, and baseball is fine in the spring!
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&lt;p&gt;This season, Kade ran the 100m, 200m, and 4 x 100 relay along with the long jump. He had a great season, getting a nice array of ribbons to hang in his room!
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&lt;p&gt;The last meet was a two day track meet. We went on Friday to do the long jump only. I thought that would be a short painless process so I didn't bother bringing our tent, cooler, or anything else.

Big mistake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were there from 9-12 and it was already in the 90s before we even left.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966335682414562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmX6eosth-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/IVkMo-N4bxA/s320/101_1219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Day 2: Saturday: we arrived at 7:15 a.m. I was actually prepared for a long day this time, but it still didn't lessen the effects the sun was having on our entire family. Kade ran the 4 x 100 relay and the 200m. We left around 2:30, went home, took cold showers, and had a nap!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966341816106610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmX6e_jGPnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w4ZoYx4bUFk/s320/101_1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don't love this picture of Devynn, but the look on her face pretty much sums up how we were all feeling as we melted away on the bleahers.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966345267975442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmX6fMaFlRI/AAAAAAAAANE/7zWRzsoXWsA/s320/101_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good-bye track, see you next season!
&lt;/span&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/4837056783247931153-3582686079894478202?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3582686079894478202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3582686079894478202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3582686079894478202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3582686079894478202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/ifast.html' title='iFast'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmX6eF9SurI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KRj2_xmoUGQ/s72-c/101_1218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3481303370927750512</id><published>2009-07-18T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:04:45.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cheap Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmIIZjSssSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6PpA9IuHtBQ/s1600-h/police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359855741587730722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmIIZjSssSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6PpA9IuHtBQ/s320/police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I always enjoy reading the &lt;strong&gt;Argyle Police Blotter&lt;/strong&gt; section in the monthly newspaper that we receive. This morning as I was drinking hot tea and reading the newspaper, I nearly sprayed tea all over myself giggling at some of the reports. For instance, the July issue reported that the APD received this call:
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A resident in the 100 block of Crooked Cove said that a large black man was ringing his doorbell. An investigating officer learned that the man was sent there to repossess the resident's vehicle…
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The fact that this guy called the police because there was a large black man on his porch seems borderline racist to me, but how funny is it that the guy called the cops regarding a visitor and now the entire town knows that he is way behind on his car payments? Bet he feels pretty stupid right now.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here's the next one…
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man told police that his ex-wife had come to his house while he was away and took his Great Dane without permission.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aren't these making you laugh? Was the dog mentioned in the divorce decree?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mother of a 13-year old boy called police to report that her son was out of control and she couldn't discipline him. She said that her son was having anger management problems and told her that if she attempted to punish him, she would go to jail. An officer responded to the home and educated the boy about the steps his parents could take to discipline him if need be. He appeared to get the message.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Really? You can call the police regarding disciplinary problems with your children? I have mentally noted this fact for future use.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3481303370927750512?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3481303370927750512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3481303370927750512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3481303370927750512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3481303370927750512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheap-laughs.html' title='Cheap Laughs'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmIIZjSssSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6PpA9IuHtBQ/s72-c/police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3554062098898401762</id><published>2009-07-17T22:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:04:18.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>So Many Things to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I have a list of so many things that I want to do right now…I don't even know where to start. Here is a glimpse of just a few of the things I'd like to spend my nonexistent spare time on:
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read my new Nate Berkus book, &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Home-Rules/Nate-Berkus/e/9781401301378"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home Rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; that I checked out from the library
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start and finish Devynn's baby scrapbook
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Play with my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/eFoto-Photo-CD-Recorder/dp/B000PBDVA0"&gt;Photo CD Recorder&lt;/a&gt; that was a gift from my birthday last year
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Catch up on &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index?pn=index"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt; (I have not watched an episode since end of February)
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359630951635905442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmE79Ddya6I/AAAAAAAAALM/aUjPYRzdCro/s320/Sandra+Oh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359630885268601842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmE75MOlu_I/AAAAAAAAALE/tomJ1dffozg/s320/greys+anatomy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Read the manual and play with my new camera
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359632137759915714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmE9CGHyfsI/AAAAAAAAALk/OD5HoWfehYg/s320/nikon+d90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get a new design for my blog and sign up for hosting
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start a new Jodi Piccoult book &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Plan a vacation &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Mess around on the computer with Photoshop Elements so I can get better at it
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359631173116763362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmE8J8i8HOI/AAAAAAAAALc/0kZJ7uCJCYA/s320/adobe+photoshop+elements.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;


&lt;li&gt;Create a photo wall in my home &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Finish the books I'm already reading
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, this list is a list of things I &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to do, not things I &lt;strong&gt;NEED &lt;/strong&gt;to do. What I will actually spend my immediate time doing is laundry, sweeping, and working. But my "want list" is what keeps me moving forward while I am doing those &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; things that I am contractually obligated to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/4837056783247931153-3554062098898401762?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3554062098898401762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3554062098898401762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3554062098898401762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3554062098898401762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-many-things-to-do.html' title='So Many Things to Do'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SmE79Ddya6I/AAAAAAAAALM/aUjPYRzdCro/s72-c/Sandra+Oh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8120254476781798328</id><published>2009-07-14T16:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:03:40.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Slz5cc8_wEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JeplzuQiwrQ/s1600-h/101_1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358431923867729986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Slz5cc8_wEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JeplzuQiwrQ/s320/101_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span xmlns=""&gt;OK, so if you don't like hearing about somebody else's love story, please stop reading immediately.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like to take the time today to wax poetic about my brilliant husband. He is all the things I'd ever hoped for…and more… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Generous. Hot. Surprising. Quick Tempered. Smart (very). Athletic. Thoughtful. Appreciative. Vein. Charming. Creative. Encouraging. Fascinating. Life-altering. Smooth. Leader. Funny. Problem Solver. Tough. Rugged. Determined. Dreamer. Hungry. Extreme. Complex. Unpredictable. ADHD. Bold. Strong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few of his characteristics that come to mind. If you don't believe me, please visit this &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-online.com/scorpio.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; as proof. I'll let you guess which traits are MORE than I ever hoped for. If you've witnessed the quick temper, you already know. But enough about that, I am discussing how fantastic he is.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A brief history: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We first met in &lt;a href="http://www.enmu.edu/"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt; and I tried to hook him up with my sister. She rode barrels, he rode bulls, what could be more perfect than that? Besides, I'd already sworn up and down that I'd NEVER repeat NEVER date a cowboy. I can't even remember my reasoning for that but obviously reason flew out the window.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358432192026243426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Slz5sD698WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZsALbNi3nU8/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now this is going to sound stupid and offhand and very "Hollywood love story-ish", but there was this moment when I was in the library studying and all of the sudden I just knew (and I can't even explain how I knew because something of this nature has not happened to me before or since) that &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he was my future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't make sense at the time, but it was a revelation right in the midst of my cost accounting book. I didn't even know him very well at the time but in this moment I just knew: it's the scene in the movie where everything is in slow motion and there is some great song playing in the background. Silly, I know.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm pretty sure that even though the realization was there subconsciously and I expected it to be true, I also tried to deny the truth on a conscious level. One day I'll write a post about the first time he said "I love you." It was not good for either party. Almost a deal breaker. Almost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, when I first met him I had high hopes of a having fun times together. What I was quite uncertain about was how he was going to manage the whole "she's a single mom with a 3 year old" thing. I mean, dating is not easy when you have a kid and caution is necessary for both people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward a year or so and we are engaged. Obviously by now we both realize he has dad responsibilities and he's going to be pretty darn good at it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I didn't realize was how great he was going to be. Of all the things I love about Ryan, one of the things I love most about him is his love for the kids.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just an example: this week he is beginning football season for Kade's team. He made such an impression last year that they asked him to be the football commissioner for the &lt;a href="http://www.argylesports.com/"&gt;youth association&lt;/a&gt; this year. So besides being the head coach of Kade's team, he gets to deal with the drama of every single kid and their parents for the entire youth association. His schedule this week starts with coach look, a draft, and then equipment pick-up. After that practice begins. And they practice 4 nights a week and have a game on Saturdays. Is that devotion or what? I challenge you to find a better dad. I'm fairly positive that one does not exist.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love this guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8120254476781798328?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8120254476781798328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8120254476781798328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8120254476781798328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8120254476781798328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/ryan.html' title='Ryan'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Slz5cc8_wEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JeplzuQiwrQ/s72-c/101_1156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2353459177749903342</id><published>2009-07-13T14:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:19:34.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The 3-Legged Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.newmexico.org/"&gt;NM &lt;/a&gt;for the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July. We each came back to TX 5 pounds heavier. But that's another story. The thing I'd like to display today is pictures from the 3-legged race that took place on the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica and Brandon's kids had a roping on the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; so we went over to watch them. After the roping was over, they had games in the arena such as the 3-legged race and the sack race. Anybody who knows the men in my family knows how ultra competitive they are. There were 3 age categories: "Kids", "Under 30" and "Over 30". As soon as my dad realized that there were foot races, he was adamant that I enter the "Under 30" category so that we could have a "3 generation win." (Unfortunately I could not do that because I happened to be wearing a dress that day.)
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, all went well in the "kids" category. We did not have a winner in the "Under 30" category. That meant there was a lot of pressure (inflicted by my dad only of course) to win the "Over 30" category. My dad had already sized up the competition and picked Ryan as his partner. I don't know why, but this just cracked me up. Seeing my dad and husband with their arms around each other and a leg tied together was just something I had never pictured before. You would think at a Fourth of July party everybody would be relaxed and anticipating the fun but oh no, Ryan and Dad were busy planning their strategy. I was really hoping they would win seeing as how it was going to be a VERY long ride home if they didn't win. Both are sore losers and I had a feeling both would blame each other for a loss. I could already feel the lack of oxygen in the car…
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here are Kade and Dillon getting ready to win their race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358029861181898594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SluLxUuuv2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/vH1oV0-k7k0/s320/101_1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is Dad and Ryan getting ready to run their race. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358030558640913586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SluMZ696vLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SiyM_aQbyZA/s320/101_1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica and Brandon discussing their plan...Brandon made his own plan and basically dragged her through the race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358030980565121234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SluMyewfONI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wXaX7wpZrBo/s320/101_1187.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Devynn's cowgirl activity for the night.


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358031622240442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SluNX1LzltI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WXHmwhWvuIc/s320/101_1195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And yes, folks, we had a victory in the "Over 30" category. They were lightening fast. And the ride home was full of laughing and good times.&lt;/span&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/4837056783247931153-2353459177749903342?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2353459177749903342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2353459177749903342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2353459177749903342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2353459177749903342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-legged-race.html' title='The 3-Legged Race'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SluLxUuuv2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/vH1oV0-k7k0/s72-c/101_1179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-1323063276582897911</id><published>2009-07-13T05:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:03:23.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Kade is 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SlsOul_DzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gQ9_ZRvVYEA/s1600-h/100_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357892375320710290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SlsOul_DzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gQ9_ZRvVYEA/s320/100_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kade turned 10 in June and I've been wondering how it happened so fast. One moment he was a tiny little baby and now a decade later he has a foot as big as mine! In ten short years, Kade went from

Diapers to boxer briefs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lullabies to iTunes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nursery rhymes to &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/harrypotterandthehalf-bloodprince/"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Deer toys to actually mowing the lawn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blonde hair to dark brown hair &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crying to pouting &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Milk to a value meal at &lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/a&gt; plus dessert &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dependent to mostly independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shrek.com/main.php"&gt;Shrek&lt;/a&gt; to Shrek 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crawling to sprinting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 inches to 56 inches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute to handsome &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357894849406794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SlsQ-mrJfOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ueVzw8Gdllg/s320/101_1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-1323063276582897911?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1323063276582897911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=1323063276582897911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1323063276582897911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/1323063276582897911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/kade-is-10.html' title='Kade is 10'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SlsOul_DzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gQ9_ZRvVYEA/s72-c/100_1346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2434649579584012937</id><published>2009-06-11T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:03:08.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Homesick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ashslo/499149321/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="208" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/499149321_621ffbc559_m.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this photo on Flickr and it is so beautiful that it made me miss New Mexico the tiniest bit (even though technically this picture was taken in Phoenix). The same thing occured the other day when I was flipping through a travel magazine and saw a picture of a spa in Santa Fe. The dry dessert, the xeriscaping, and the pueblo in the background took me back to a place that I haven't been in quite a while. In fact the first home I was set to buy in Albuquerque was adobe, had absolutely no lawn (unless you consider rocks a lawn), and had several cacti in the front yard. Thankfully I figured out in time that Albuquerque was no place to raise a child and I quickly moved to "God's Country", aka Texas. I sure love it here in Texas but that doesn't mean that every now and then I don't miss that crazy place.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2434649579584012937?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2434649579584012937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2434649579584012937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2434649579584012937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2434649579584012937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/homesick.html' title='Homesick?'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/499149321_621ffbc559_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-3336966016458179457</id><published>2009-06-11T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:02:48.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennygrandi/3617570050/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3617570050_b4b7df46cb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;The weather is hot and to play outside we HAVE to add water. The only problem is that once Devynn gets the tiniest bit wet she feels the need to take ALL of her clothes off and run around nude. Then she jumps in her kiddy pool nude, then she sits in the sandbox nude, then she sits in the grass nude...there's really a lot of nudity around here.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3336966016458179457?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3336966016458179457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3336966016458179457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3336966016458179457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3336966016458179457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3617570050_b4b7df46cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-295606552971677274</id><published>2009-06-01T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:02:29.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Dirty Mouths wins 2nd place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SiRRDbRDkFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OXDDnxDFLFA/s1600-h/101_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342484177269002322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SiRRDbRDkFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OXDDnxDFLFA/s320/101_0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I have to admit that when I received the letter from school back in February that Science Fair projects were REQUIRED for 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; graders, I wasn't exactly thrilled. It's not that I don't typically enjoy the project, because we usually end up picking a cool topic, it's just that in 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade the parent is doing A LOT of the work. And I didn't feel like MORE work.
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway…after some serious thought on what we wanted to discover this year, we came up with the project, "Dirty Mouths." We wanted to find out which animal around here had the dirtiest mouth. We tested a human, two dogs, a cat, and a cow. I consulted with my sister (since she is a science teacher and has some expertise in the matter) and voila, the project was off and running. We swabbed all of the mouths and grew the bacteria in individual Petri dishes. Turns out the cow had the dirtiest mouth. Anybody surprised? Next in line was the cat…yet another reason I am not a big fan of cats. Ryan was relieved that the human (me) had the least bacteria since he kisses that mouth.

On the day that the Sciene Fair Projects were judged (by the way, the judging was postponed 3 weeks due to the swine flu), I received an email from Kade's teacher that I should definitely bring him to the awards ceremony that night. What?! I was really surprised! So, we went up to the school that night and Kade brought home a 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place ribbon! I have to admit I was really impressed and proud of him since every 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader had to submit a project and we weren't exactly going for a ribbon, just a grade. I asked him if he was surprised and he said, "No, not after I saw the other kids' projects." Does that sound like RG or what?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342483317142591394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SiRQRXC8F6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2OgrfMm7rBI/s320/101_0890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
This picture is not the best since it is not really cool for your mom to take a picture of you with your Science Fair Project.  But you get the idea...

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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was sitting in the dentist's office watching Kade cringe in fear and trying to console him, I receive a text from my babysitter, Taylor: "Jenny there is a big snake on your back porch." A minute later she messages me a picture of the snake to my phone (I have declined to post any pictures of the snakes because frankly it is just too disgusting). Five minutes later I receive the text, "O my gosh there is 2." A minute later, a phone call from Taylor. Suddenly, I need to be excused from the throes of the dentist office. Taylor informs me that there are two huge snakes crawling all over my back porch, eating the frogs, mating, and slithering up the back doors and windows. YIKES!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I immediately call RG at work and he says he will be out there in about 30 minutes. In the mean time, I had Taylor call the town hall to send out animal control. When Taylor got in contact with the town hall, they sent out two police officers instead of animal control. The two police officers, Ryan, and his BF at work arrived on the scene at about the same time. I was still gone (and not coming back anytime soon). By that time the two snakes had crawled into the BBQ grill. So, the four adult men ended up having to pry the snakes out of the grill. A long story short, the snakes were killed.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home later that afternoon, the entire back patio and yard was torn up. I guess snake hunters don't clean up afterwards. Anyway, this was a very tragic event for the Grandi family. RG has been on the computer non-stop since it happened researching the best way to get rid of snakes. These were water moccasins…and we don't want water moccasins at our house. We are worried about our little cutie getting into the snakes. I did not really want to sleep at my house for about two days after this happened. In fact my first words to Ryan after it was over were, "Are you ready to get the house listed?"
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am expecting Taylor's resignation letter any day now. "Dear Jenny, I will NEVER set foot at your house again." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-6678005574752800156?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6678005574752800156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=6678005574752800156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6678005574752800156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/6678005574752800156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/pair-of-snakes.html' title='A Pair of Snakes'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-8749929534816510673</id><published>2009-05-18T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:01:00.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My BFF Comes to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/ShG1pbtqnWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q8tfPbLATAg/s1600-h/101_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337246756829306210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/ShG1pbtqnWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q8tfPbLATAg/s320/101_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Last weekend my sister and brother-in-law came to visit. She stayed only long enough to remind me of some of the reasons why my sister and I should live in the same town (or at least relatively close to each other):
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can give each other advice on hair, clothes, and makeup (um, yes that is her giving me advice on all of those things)
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our kids can play together &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We can BBQ together in the evenings and on weekends &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She thinks just like I do and can back me up on almost every opinion I have &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She can tell my kids how great I once was because she was actually there
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can go clothes shopping and we have all the same body problems (hello big booties and small waists) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She enjoys watching my kids play sports just as much as I do &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She understands my need to drive fast &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We can watch sappy dog movies together and not feel embarrassed in the least about crying at the end &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We could go to the lake together every weekend (please bring your boating equipment when you move here Jessica) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She knows me better than anybody—she had to live with me for 18 years plus a year or so in college
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jess, when are you moving? I am waiting…I know of a great place not too far from my house…it rains here…we have trees here…dust does not exist here...we have lots and lots of shopping…you do not have to use Alltel anymore if you live here…and I really, really, really miss you…so hurry up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-8749929534816510673?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8749929534816510673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=8749929534816510673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8749929534816510673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/8749929534816510673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-bff-comes-to-town.html' title='My BFF Comes to Town'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/ShG1pbtqnWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q8tfPbLATAg/s72-c/101_0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-6971899026609185560</id><published>2009-05-15T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:01:37.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishaps'/><title type='text'>Oops…I did it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sg3m0b7YtGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tT4T89Ua1aU/s1600-h/101_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336174922028332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sg3m0b7YtGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tT4T89Ua1aU/s320/101_0875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A morning that was supposed to be so right went so wrong. I got up at 5:30 to go running. My plan was that I was going to drive over to the Texas Motor Speedway to run because I needed some new scenery. Part of that plan involved taking my dog T.J. to run with me because the north side of the track is a little desolate and I thought he would be good protection in case anybody was out. In order to take T.J., I was going to have to drive RG's pick-up. So I got dressed, got everything I needed, got T.J. loaded, backed up and BAM I hit the basketball goal (which is cemented into the ground). Now this might not seem like that big of a deal except that this is the SECOND time I have backed over the goal within the last 6 weeks.
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&lt;p&gt;The first time it happened I was taking the dogs to the veterinarian. (I never drive the pick-up unless it involves the hauling the dogs or hauling something big that won't fit in my car.) I backed over the goal in broad daylight, never even saw it. When I took the pick-up in to get an estimate they told me it would cost $2500 to fix. Can you imagine the strain that might put on one's marriage? Well, the damage to the pick-up problem was a pain because RG's pickup was in the shop for a week and he so conveniently made me drive the rental car while he drove my car. And then there was the anger I received from Kade. The basketball goal was a Christmas present and he was pretty upset with me for jacking up his gift. I dented the bottom part of the pole and the goal was out of commission for about 3 weeks until we got the new pole and RG reset the goal and put it back together.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;About a week (maybe even less) after the goal had been put back up, the "Weed Man" was here at our house and he backed over the goal and down it went again. Can you imagine the emotions RG was feeling at that time? The text I sent him about the status of the goal probably sent steam out of his ears at work. I pitied his co-workers that day. And when Kade got off the bus he tried to blame it on me and then pouted the rest of the evening. But Weed Man was quick to come out and re-set the goal with concrete. The next day RG got it fixed and finally Kade was playing basketball again and life was grand.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Until this morning.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I'm not sure what will happen. I'm not sure my husband is talking to me. In fact I'm not sure he is coming home tonight. The good news is that there was no damage to the truck this time (OK, I admit there was MINIMAL damage) and a new pole will not have to be ordered. And Kade was much quicker to forgive me this time…I think he has accepted the challenges of being an amateur basketball player with a really blind mother. (Although it was dark when I backed over it this morning.)
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the hopeful side…Ryan gave me a really great demonstration as he left for work on how to properly back the pick-up out of the driveway so I am pretty confident I will be able to do it in the future since I had the blessing of viewing his excellent technique.
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First, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devynn&lt;/span&gt; and Granddaddy "hooped it up." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devynn&lt;/span&gt; quickly became obsessed with Granddaddy and wouldn't even go potty without him (in other words she just went in her panties).
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Then when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; got home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and Granddaddy played baseball, and football, and basketball...

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332160388018519330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sf-jnzVAvSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6t0Oh_ZLBdU/s320/101_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
By the way, Dad still likes to block helpless little children's shots. I didn't think it was fair when he did it to me and it sure isn't fair that he did it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; just laughed it off, I think I took it much more personally when I was his age.

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Dad spent one night with us, so he had supper with us two nights in a row. And I'm proud to say I cooked both nights and he actually liked what I cooked on both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occassions&lt;/span&gt; (and he is not one to lie to spare you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarassment&lt;/span&gt;).

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332158073982079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sf-hhG3u0uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gofJ6VBmx08/s320/101_0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After dinner, I made oatmeal cookies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devynn&lt;/span&gt; had fun licking the mixer and getting it all over the house.

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332160718956242562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sf-j7EKtpoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OSHiYXXw9iw/s320/101_0791.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was a great visit! I'm glad my daddy was able to stop by, I miss him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-3841919877607166175?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3841919877607166175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=3841919877607166175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3841919877607166175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/3841919877607166175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/granddaddy.html' title='Granddaddy'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Sf-jScBX4WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I2G_HX416CE/s72-c/101_0775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4621733296886491570</id><published>2009-04-30T14:57:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:59:26.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Texas Bluebonnets</title><content type='html'>Every spring the bluebonnets (aka the Texas state flower) bloom and they are SO BEAUTIFUL! Since we have lived in TX I have wanted to take pictures with the kids in the bluebonnets and every year I procrastinate and the bluebonnets are gone before I get a chance to snap photos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;As I was driving home one afternoon with the kids, I found a place just off the road with a patch of bluebonnets. Luckily I had my camera in my car, so I pulled over and took some pictures. It was impromptu thus the kids are dressed very casually, but I kind of liked the "realness" after I took the pictures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devynn&lt;/span&gt; wasn't too cooperative but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; did a great job!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330587348735948770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SfoM83WY9-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/B_LuwjID52w/s320/101_0635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581536168018210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SfoHqh2NASI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QpxsAG3Vcq8/s320/101_0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579269138374770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SfoFmkgN4HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C4Hnh9ewUD8/s320/101_0587.jpg" border="0" /&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/4837056783247931153-4621733296886491570?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4621733296886491570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4621733296886491570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4621733296886491570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4621733296886491570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-bluebonnets.html' title='Texas Bluebonnets'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SfoM83WY9-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/B_LuwjID52w/s72-c/101_0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-9053216423516654690</id><published>2009-04-30T11:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:59:04.432-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Rat-killin' on the ranch</title><content type='html'>My mom uses the term "rat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;killin&lt;/span&gt;' " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;. As in, "Mom, what are you up to?" "Oh, I'm just getting my rat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;killin&lt;/span&gt;' done today." I've never really thought about rat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;killin&lt;/span&gt;' much until last week.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday when I woke up and looked out on the back porch, I noticed that all of my potted plants had been dug out. I fumed with anger and discovered pretty quickly that it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dalmatian, &lt;/span&gt;Newt. My flowers typically have a pretty short life span anyway thanks to my poor gardening skills and now Newt was giving them an even quicker death.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Turned out the reason he was doing this was because there was a big fat rat on the porch that he was after. I figured it out when I went outside to punish him and he wouldn't leave the BBQ grill alone. When I moved the BBQ grill out came the rodent running for his life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I can't stand mice or rats--they freak me out--so I launched an all-out attack on this disgusting little rat. I was fully prepared to watch Newt eat him up. I went and got my broom and forced him out from under the grill and out from behind the potted plants (that's why Newt was digging up the plants: to get to the rat) and enlisted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KJ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; help. After about 15 minutes of no success (the dogs lost interest, let him out of their mouths, etc.) I gave up and went inside. I really didn't have the heart to kill him with a shovel. The rat was still under the BBQ grill and when I squatted down I could see him looking right at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left to go do some shopping and returned home 2-3 hours later. As I pulled into the driveway, I caught a glimpse of the little present that Newt brought me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330526812176571714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SfnV5LF63UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PPuFrQI_lGY/s320/101_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here lies the rat: RIP. I wish I would have put something beside this so you could tell how big he really was. I would say he was about the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RG's&lt;/span&gt; shoe.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here lies Newt, resting from a hard day's work: "A Day in the Life of Hank the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cowdog&lt;/span&gt;", or something like that. Good boy!
&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/4837056783247931153-9053216423516654690?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9053216423516654690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=9053216423516654690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/9053216423516654690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/9053216423516654690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/rat-killin-on-ranch.html' title='Rat-killin&apos; on the ranch'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SfnV5LF63UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PPuFrQI_lGY/s72-c/101_0678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-9204721124675669389</id><published>2009-04-20T14:32:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:58:41.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Caution: Domestication in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net//volumes/narkau/20051214/openphotonet_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://openphoto.net//volumes/narkau/20051214/openphotonet_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For those of you who don't know this yet, I took a leave of absence from &lt;a href="http://www.rmdfw.com/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; beginning March 1. There were several reasons for this, but basically our family just had too much going on between work and extracurricular activities to keep up at the pace we were going. Our lives were pretty chaotic and stressful, day in and day out. Now it's just Ryan's days that are extreme stress...only kidding! We needed to get some things under control, and Ryan tried to get me to do this long ago but I wasn't going to go without some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;screamin&lt;/span&gt;'. I don't know why, but I just have never seen myself as the "stay-at-home" mom type. Maybe because I am very challenged when it comes to tasks such as cleaning, cooking, ironing, laundry, and gardening. Besides, I enjoy working and the success and moo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; that it brings BUT I also realized that my kids needed some more attention and mom time. So, after lots of prayer and 1,348,291 late-night conversations about this topic, I finally made the decision to take a break from my career. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RG&lt;/span&gt; hopes we NEVER revisit any of those conversations again, he just can't take it anymore.)

So, what am I doing now? I wish I could say laying around and taking naps but I haven't quite gotten to that yet. I am managing our two small real estate investment companies, helping Ryan out with his insurance business (just got my insurance license last week), spending a lot of time in the bathroom teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devynn&lt;/span&gt; how to go potty, taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devynn&lt;/span&gt; on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt;", driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; to batting lessons, cleaning and organizing my home, laundry (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ugghh&lt;/span&gt;), catching up on things I haven't been able to do the last several years, trying to get back into some of my hobbies like photography, and well you see how my days are.

But here's something I didn't expect to happen: I have been cooking. You heard me. Many of you know that I don't like to cook, don't want to cook, will pretty much do anything to avoid to cook. And I think it is mostly because I've never had the time to get good at it. I don't like doing things I'm not good at, and after a long day of work I don't really feel like making supper, i.e. failing. (Some would probably call that pure laziness.) Anyway, I have decided to conquer this challenge and learn how to at least be good at the basics. I've received a lot of inspiration from "The Pioneer Woman." (More about her later, I'll have to devote an entire post to that.) I do consider myself semi-intelligent and able to learn so hopefully that will get me somewhere.

I will update you on both my successes and disasters as I journey towards domestication (gosh, I sound like a wild animal that needs trained or something). I would appreciate any tips or other suggestions you'd like to make!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-9204721124675669389?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9204721124675669389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=9204721124675669389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/9204721124675669389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/9204721124675669389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/caution-domestication-in-progress.html' title='Caution: Domestication in progress'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-4744855682330950435</id><published>2009-04-17T08:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:57:57.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things I love right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeiI19Sq5XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jTuo64Duq8c/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657019932927346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeiI19Sq5XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jTuo64Duq8c/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love #1&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;! Why is shopping at Super-Target always better than shopping at Super-Wal-Mart, even when you are shopping for the exact same things? Here are some things I currently would love to blow money on at Target: a window treatment for my bathroom, home decor--anything and everything, shirts and shoes (did you know that they even have Converse now), workout apparel, as many things as I could buy in that $1 section, stationary, patio furniture, and OK I better stop now.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love #2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.scentsy.net/"&gt;Scentsy Candles&lt;/a&gt;! My sister got me one for Christmas and my MIL (mother-in-law) brought one for me last time she was here. I swear this wickless thing is the best thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love #3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stolen-horses.com/"&gt;Stolen Horses &lt;/a&gt;in Argyle. This store is cowgirl chic, and I love it! My latest purchase is a huge wall cross and even RG has told me he likes it too a time or two. (And he is usually oblivious to my decorating.)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love #4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.containerstore.com/"&gt;The Container Store&lt;/a&gt;. So what, I like to organize.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love #5&lt;/strong&gt; My cleaning lady. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love #6&lt;/strong&gt; Baby horses (aka foals). My mom's got them everywhere right now and I just think they are so adorable. P.S. Can you believe I actually know the difference between a colt and a filly?!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love # 7&lt;/strong&gt; That my MIL got sentimental and called me a few nights ago to tell me how great I am! I don't know about you, but I think praise from ANYBODY is great, but getting your ego stroked from your MIL is enough to keep you on a high for a week or two or more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-4744855682330950435?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4744855682330950435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=4744855682330950435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4744855682330950435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/4744855682330950435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-love-right-now.html' title='Things I love right now'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeiI19Sq5XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jTuo64Duq8c/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-2414263572909912594</id><published>2009-04-15T22:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:56:03.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Disclaimer about my blogging</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:

1) I have just begun blogging and I'm not very good at it yet.

2) I started blogging to keep all of my family and friends (many of which live out of town or out of state) updated on my crazy life.  Hopefully those of you that live by me will still enjoy this blog.

3) I would love, love, love to have a better blog site, but that is down the road. Expect improvements on this website soon, and later a new blog layout!

4) I have not been editing my pictures on this blog and it is driving me CRAZY! But, I am trying to get this blog going and not worry too much about the pictures for now. I WILL have better quality photos sometime in the near future.

5) I am taking my pictures with a point and shoot, but will be begging Ryan for a &lt;a href="http://imaging.nikon.com/products/imaging/lineup/digitalcamera/slr/d80/"&gt;Nikon D80 &lt;/a&gt;(used of course) when it gets closer to my birthday. After that I will be obsessed with sharing my photos with you.

6) If you are interested in viewing more pictures than what I have posted here, you might want to connect with me on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.

7) Feel free to post your comments, but no guarantees on when I will get to those comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837056783247931153-2414263572909912594?l=thegrandifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2414263572909912594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837056783247931153&amp;postID=2414263572909912594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2414263572909912594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837056783247931153/posts/default/2414263572909912594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrandifamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/disclaimer-about-my-blogging.html' title='Disclaimer about my blogging'/><author><name>Jenny from the Block</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeAGZpEmEyI/AAAAAAAAABw/pyOjFP7TKmM/S220/Grandi+family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837056783247931153.post-262593130585864565</id><published>2009-04-15T21:19:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:55:14.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter food and fun</title><content type='html'>Easter weekend started out deliciously with a cookie bouquet from Kiki. Technically it was delivered to the kids, but it didn't stop Ryan and I from enjoying the yummy little bunny rabbits. Although biting off those decorated ears did remind me that I'm a rabbit killer. I just ran over one the other day and I can't stop feeling guilty. It doesn't help that he is still laying in the road for me to see every time I have to leave my house.


&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Seacksq3HCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jxMCRWpzlw8/s1600-h/Easter+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325115763692346402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Seacksq3HCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jxMCRWpzlw8/s320/Easter+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Kade has zero guilt about eating rabbits.


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Saturday was a busy day with us with birthday parties and baseball. We didn't get home until about 10:00 Saturday night and guess who had procrastinated and not made any Easter eggs? That would be me. Kade was too tired to stay up and help me, so I spent my Saturday night making Easter eggs. But I kept it REALLY simple, see picture below. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeacLIXA6aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Irv1VUZItVo/s1600-h/Easter+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325115324448696738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeacLIXA6aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Irv1VUZItVo/s320/Easter+eggs.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;While I was making Easter eggs, I made dessert. This was the first time I made these delicious little cake balls. They were so cute and delicate-looking, but I bet they had a million calories per bite.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Seab94-AqkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/71Kzjet3dF4/s1600-h/Easter+cake+balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325115096978991682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Seab94-AqkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/71Kzjet3dF4/s320/Easter+cake+balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Then, I put peeps on a stick and stuck them in an Easter basket. I figured that at least the kids would enjoy these.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeabrFH670I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sgamRA9_pr4/s1600-h/Easter+peep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325114773824270146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeabrFH670I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sgamRA9_pr4/s320/Easter+peep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up staying up until about 1:00 that night doing Easter duties. I only gained about 3.2 lbs. from eating all the things I made. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The next morning Kade was up and at 'em, but Devynn slept in until 8:00, yippee! After the kids finished checking out their Easter baskets, Ryan surprised each of us with a cross necklace from &lt;a href="http://secure.jamesavery.com/index.jsp?utm_source=rkg&amp;amp;utm_medium=ppc&amp;amp;utm_campaign=brand&amp;amp;cid=james_avery&amp;amp;gclid=CNm_4-G09JkCFRxinAodn07zRw"&gt;James Avery&lt;/a&gt;. It was SO SWEET! The first Easter that Ryan and I were together he organized a scavenger hunt with the clues in Easter eggs all over town. The final Easter egg was a beautiful cross necklace he had purchased for me from a local jeweler. Isn't this guy amazing?!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Then we were off to the egg hunt. I made 16 eggs, but we only found 12. I suspect that Mr. T.J. had a midnight snack...or two...or four. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeabahiWJMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pMbV5wKnsUU/s1600-h/Easter+hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325114489393521858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeabahiWJMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pMbV5wKnsUU/s320/Easter+hunting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Devynn kind-of had the "deer in the headlights" look here. Not sure why, she had a blast hunting eggs, but we had to make it quick because the rain early that morning brought in some chilly weather.

Here is my Easter Bunny...please tell him to use sunscreen next year...

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeabJEqdvmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8Wv-v4Rvax4/s1600-h/Easter+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325114189585170018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeabJEqdvmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8Wv-v4Rvax4/s320/Easter+bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And here are my baby bunnies all ready for church. Devynn wore her hat all day long. And Kade stripped off his church clothes as soon as we got home.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Seaaz7eNiyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/igdBSkdkbFU/s1600-h/Easter+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113826340604706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/Seaaz7eNiyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/igdBSkdkbFU/s320/Easter+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We had a great day, thank you God for sending your Son to die for our sins!


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It starts off on an innocent Sunday afternoon when we take Kade to watch an older friend play baseball. While meandering over to the concession stand for a funnel cake, Kade discovers the &lt;a href="http://www.kelleyusa.com/"&gt;Kelley&lt;/a&gt; booth. For those of you like me who don't have a clue who &lt;a href="http://www.kelleyusa.com/"&gt;Kelley&lt;/a&gt; is, apparently it is one of the best brands of baseball bats available. Next thing I know Ryan and Kade are both at the booth checking out the best of the best. Guess who wants a new bat now?

A new bat is great and all, but guess how much it costs? No really, guess. Better prepare yourself: $350. That is A LOT of money for a 9 year old. But it is Texas sports you know...

Ryan decides that he will pay for half of the bat, but that Kade has to pay the other half. Since Kade only has about $40 saved up, it will be a while before he can get the bat. And baseball season has just started.

Fast forward about four weeks. On Friday, Ryan calls me and says he is going by the &lt;a href="http://www.kelleyusa.com/"&gt;Kelley&lt;/a&gt; bat store to get Kade's bat. I ask what he plans on doing with the bat since Kade has only about $110 saved up (he needs $175 total). By the way, Kade was able to increase his savings quickly because he was given some money from family and because he earns $10 per week allowance. "I'm going to go ahead and give it to him" he says...

Ryan loves to give things, and it didn't hurt that he was almost in love with this bat as much as Kade was. He decided to offer Kade one of two choices. Choice 1 is to hold on to the bat and when he has the remaining balance of $60 saved up, he pays Ryan and gets to start using the bat. Choice 2 is to be able to go ahead and start using the bat right away, but instead of owing Ryan $60, he owes him $75 ($15 in interest). Is my husband not the smartest dad on the face of the planet or what? I thought this was a creative way of demonstrating to Kade what debt is. If you want it now, but don't have the money, you are ultimately going to have to pay extra for it.

Saturday was the first game since the purchase of the awesome, amazing, all-powerful, mind boggling, super-powered, ball-crushing, pricey bat. Do you think he went with Choice 1 or Choice 2? Here are some hints...

On 2nd base...

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeVVkbmxkSI/AAAAAAAAADs/_Mlmr3ncZb0/s1600-h/2nd+base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324756218809520418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeVVkbmxkSI/AAAAAAAAADs/_Mlmr3ncZb0/s320/2nd+base.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On 3rd base...


&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeVVYQ_RpgI/AAAAAAAAADk/07l6Kx3N_5M/s1600-h/3rd+base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324756009801065986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeVVYQ_RpgI/AAAAAAAAADk/07l6Kx3N_5M/s320/3rd+base.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Home...

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeVVITVozQI/AAAAAAAAADc/8FPlwTLrhqA/s1600-h/Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324755735553821954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeVVITVozQI/AAAAAAAAADc/8FPlwTLrhqA/s320/Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
That's what I'm talking about...


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This weekend started out with a big “first.” On Friday, we all met to watch Devynn get her first haircut. She was desperately in need of a trim but as I had done with Kade, I waited until well after her second birthday to part ways with the baby hair. I was afraid that it would make her hair go dark, that she would lose her curls and that (gasp) she wouldn’t be my little BABY anymore!

&lt;div&gt;I was afraid she would be too busy for a haircut, but she surprised us all by sitting perfectly still and letting Shanna, my wonderful hairstylist, put the cape around her and prepare her for her new 'do.&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn’t Shanna just too cute? And her place, &lt;a href="http://www.laposhsalon.biz/index.html"&gt;La Posh&lt;/a&gt;, is the most wonderful artsy little place to escape to when you are in need of some hair help.

&lt;p&gt;Devynn continued to be patient as Shanna layered her hair up and made her look less like an orphan and more like a groomed 2 year old.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324269761967052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATBQ52g44x8/SeObI6pmV2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eQiStXZiaeA/s320/D+first+haircut1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All done! I caught Devynn looking in the mirror at herself. You look beautiful Miss D!


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