<?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-4747303173422038536</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:12:34.397-08:00</updated><category term='weekends'/><category term='Boy stuff'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Rasmussen Boys and 1 girl!</title><subtitle type='html'>Loving my life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-376691151999336082</id><published>2010-10-01T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:59:03.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way they sleep.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXUVa3eFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G432owBA-5Q/s1600/SAM_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523338737363679314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXUVa3eFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G432owBA-5Q/s320/SAM_0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTxk6cwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/C8R8kWS4nP4/s1600/SAM_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523338727742141186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTxk6cwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/C8R8kWS4nP4/s320/SAM_0144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTh5BAoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x26iXLVjGak/s1600/CIMG1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523338723531489922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTh5BAoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x26iXLVjGak/s320/CIMG1139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTSCpFvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PHlXpg-FCe4/s1600/CIMG1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523338719276898034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTSCpFvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PHlXpg-FCe4/s320/CIMG1764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTGjaniI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UGMj1Bf-KUc/s1600/100_2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523338716193136162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXTGjaniI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UGMj1Bf-KUc/s320/100_2219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-376691151999336082?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/376691151999336082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=376691151999336082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/376691151999336082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/376691151999336082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/10/way-they-sleep.html' title='The way they sleep.....'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TKbXUVa3eFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G432owBA-5Q/s72-c/SAM_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-2377702008691934944</id><published>2010-09-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:09:41.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long,long,long break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been 6 months since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Time flys when your having fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518888198097117826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TJcHk2qsooI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LYiUKsuyE_8/s320/SAM_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay tuned, lots has happened over 6 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to disneyland, moved, started kindergarten and got a dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-2377702008691934944?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2377702008691934944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=2377702008691934944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/2377702008691934944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/2377702008691934944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/09/longlonglong-break.html' title='Long,long,long break!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/TJcHk2qsooI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LYiUKsuyE_8/s72-c/SAM_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-6574223397550739719</id><published>2010-03-02T22:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:42:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/S44EfrjQsCI/AAAAAAAAASk/qrWUej14Nto/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444293941850583074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/S44EfrjQsCI/AAAAAAAAASk/qrWUej14Nto/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY  BIRTHDAY BABY GARRETT!!! I guess now that your 3, I should quit calling you baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you more than you'll ever know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-6574223397550739719?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/6574223397550739719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=6574223397550739719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/6574223397550739719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/6574223397550739719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/03/3.html' title='3....'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/S44EfrjQsCI/AAAAAAAAASk/qrWUej14Nto/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-1289687720740308329</id><published>2009-11-18T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:31:31.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/S43l_0Lf8cI/AAAAAAAAASc/TGWc-W2HiK8/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444260409062191554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/S43l_0Lf8cI/AAAAAAAAASc/TGWc-W2HiK8/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woody and Buzzlightyear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-1289687720740308329?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1289687720740308329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=1289687720740308329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1289687720740308329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1289687720740308329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/S43l_0Lf8cI/AAAAAAAAASc/TGWc-W2HiK8/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-4939736442516146321</id><published>2009-08-30T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:07:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my 27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday this year, me and the hubby left the kids and jetted of to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt; San Lucas Mexico for a whole week to celebrate. And celebrate we did! As you can see below, I drank my fair share of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tequila&lt;/span&gt; while we were there. We stopped in at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wabo&lt;/span&gt; for this refreshing beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr_bj420NI/AAAAAAAAASM/8dr77U2L6C8/s1600-h/CIMG2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889954175373522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr_bj420NI/AAAAAAAAASM/8dr77U2L6C8/s320/CIMG2051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parasailing&lt;/span&gt;, which was awesome. I was totally freaked out at first, but once I was up there it was beautiful. I only went up 200 hundred feet, but that was good enough for my first time. After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parasailing&lt;/span&gt; we ran into this ugly lizard. I was really freaked out but knew Mikey would love a picture of me with it. You only live once right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-6yiXIII/AAAAAAAAAR8/deaHQAjwNoQ/s1600-h/CIMG2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889391171870850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-6yiXIII/AAAAAAAAAR8/deaHQAjwNoQ/s320/CIMG2043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr_bCZqhQI/AAAAAAAAASE/MX4PPPl_GTw/s1600-h/CIMG2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889945186174210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr_bCZqhQI/AAAAAAAAASE/MX4PPPl_GTw/s320/CIMG2047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swimable&lt;/span&gt; beaches there and here is a view of the ocean and lover's beach from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mondando&lt;/span&gt; beach. It's was so beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-6tu_8PI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3KO7YKGFjnk/s1600-h/CIMG2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889389882700018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-6tu_8PI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3KO7YKGFjnk/s320/CIMG2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-6a3zoEI/AAAAAAAAARs/rtEr4ufcOiM/s1600-h/CIMG2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889384819368002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-6a3zoEI/AAAAAAAAARs/rtEr4ufcOiM/s320/CIMG2003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hour is 24/7 down there. It starts out with a free shot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tequila&lt;/span&gt; with every beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it's but one get one free. Topped of with 2 dollar drinks. I could have very well died of alcohol &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poisoning&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-57ZRzfI/AAAAAAAAARk/YBVZF1upVes/s1600-h/CIMG1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889376369823218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-57ZRzfI/AAAAAAAAARk/YBVZF1upVes/s320/CIMG1993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-5r8mY5I/AAAAAAAAARc/POAbSKB209s/s1600-h/CIMG1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375889372223005586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-5r8mY5I/AAAAAAAAARc/POAbSKB209s/s320/CIMG1992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-EmoxGdI/AAAAAAAAARU/9dETOrNGSRA/s1600-h/CIMG1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888460264577490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-EmoxGdI/AAAAAAAAARU/9dETOrNGSRA/s320/CIMG1990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here are a few shots of the view from our room. We had a beautiful view of the ocean to the left and the resort to our right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-D-0uAhI/AAAAAAAAARE/1qFsthHaljM/s1600-h/CIMG1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888449577288210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-D-0uAhI/AAAAAAAAARE/1qFsthHaljM/s320/CIMG1970.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-EJ7-EyI/AAAAAAAAARM/2DSxQyhp2qI/s1600-h/CIMG1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888452560491298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-EJ7-EyI/AAAAAAAAARM/2DSxQyhp2qI/s320/CIMG1979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-CyCw8SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XlfZ2SrcatM/s1600-h/CIMG1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888428966670626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-CyCw8SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XlfZ2SrcatM/s320/CIMG1967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went on a dinner cruse and I broke the camera, damn that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tequila&lt;/span&gt;! We also went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;, and deep sea fishing. It was by far the best birthday and a great get away with the husband. Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr-CyCw8SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XlfZ2SrcatM/s1600-h/CIMG1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4747303173422038536-4939736442516146321?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4939736442516146321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=4939736442516146321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4939736442516146321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4939736442516146321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/08/27.html' title='27....'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Spr_bj420NI/AAAAAAAAASM/8dr77U2L6C8/s72-c/CIMG2051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-8101716578865691450</id><published>2009-08-03T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:19:06.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today he turns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365957551832140098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sne19pzHiUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AT1oM40HIcs/s320/Rasmussenbe1862.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365957003690770146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sne1dv0B_uI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3eXx_cX1tLE/s320/rasmussenla_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365955913072741794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sne0eQ8bjaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qAv1mGpONQg/s320/mikey+3rd+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365955240554727282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Snez3HnpB3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Va8KfWPAflM/s320/mikey+3rd+bday+003.jpg" /&gt;Its been the best four years ever...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-8101716578865691450?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8101716578865691450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=8101716578865691450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8101716578865691450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8101716578865691450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/08/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sne19pzHiUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AT1oM40HIcs/s72-c/Rasmussenbe1862.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-5843147092188477842</id><published>2009-07-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:24:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of our labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Or should I say vegetables?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is, the crown jewel of the garden:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MARSHMALLOW TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(or dead branch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664508564621314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slax_V3vyAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ptur3VGA3Io/s320/CIMG1868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We have &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664074333762402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SlaxmEPCs2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zDH3iG7afLw/s320/CIMG1767.JPG" /&gt;We have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664069409617618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slaxlx5CNtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SLKQ4n2sSKY/s320/CIMG1766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664063669391602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SlaxlcgdUPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wojFgls5ncE/s320/CIMG1760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664078046722626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SlaxmSER-kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TMWYyuFUPiY/s320/CIMG1768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664058886494722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SlaxlKsIGgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NC0Uk_PYC70/s320/CIMG1765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-5843147092188477842?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/5843147092188477842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=5843147092188477842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5843147092188477842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5843147092188477842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruits-of-our-labor.html' title='Fruits of our labor'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slax_V3vyAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ptur3VGA3Io/s72-c/CIMG1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-5410551196246274252</id><published>2009-07-08T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:08:22.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god! It's the ice cream truck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is shortly followed by the ice cream dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660097995595106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slat-nOJXWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DHNcbHd1OR4/s320/CIMG1719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Mikey is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bustin&lt;/span&gt; his moves from soul train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660103110723186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slat-6RsBnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E9hQk9ukAFo/s320/CIMG1725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrett is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;screamin&lt;/span&gt; "Ice Cream, Ice Cream!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660113150410786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slat_frVgCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bodjRmrk5NE/s320/CIMG1730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then we run, literally, into the middle of the street with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 other kids to get the goods. It's always the same p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opsicles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love them, and as you can see, they are delicious. What a way to spend a summer day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660971137162706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slauxb7UXdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lwDHH7E9-MU/s320/CIMG1690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660116975276418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slat_t7QUYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8L1wb7R2e9I/s320/CIMG1735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660121820767426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slat__-gpMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7j9IQLGxxUU/s320/CIMG1726.JPG" /&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/4747303173422038536-5410551196246274252?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/5410551196246274252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=5410551196246274252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5410551196246274252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5410551196246274252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god-its-ice-cream-truck.html' title='Oh my god! It&apos;s the ice cream truck!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Slat-nOJXWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DHNcbHd1OR4/s72-c/CIMG1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-4898695020356064085</id><published>2009-05-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:18:49.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I posted some news. Where to start? Mother's day. What a wonderful day. I did Mom's on the run for the first time. I will be doing it every year from now on. I spent the morning with Em. This was something that her family used to do with her mom before she passed away from breast cancer. It was a privalege to spend this day with her family. Here we are, still and awkard pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139182322116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ShThTbvnZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/mPNW1RfjpEw/s320/CIMG1576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is just so damn tall! Anyway, the day was beautiful. All the money goes to help local women struggling with breast cancer. They had a kiddie run at the end which Mikey and Matt both ran in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139960269125730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ShTiAt0ouGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BTFz83qeHoA/s320/CIMG1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My friend Krysta came with us. She is Matt's mom. She also has a daughter named Charlie Rae. All of us have know or lost someone to breast cancer. We decided that we weren't just walking for women who had or survived breast cancer, but we were walking for future ta ta's as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338140739202505746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ShTiuDk03BI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TlaLA6U1Rnk/s320/CIMG1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't she too cute! Mikey and Matt ran a whole quater mile without stopping. They held hands the whole way that way they couldn't loose each other. I couldn't think of a better way to spend mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;Em, I love you. We will do this together every mothers day from now on. It is such a great way to remember the good things about your mom. I think about her every single day. I think this last picture sums up our feelings about breast cancer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338141807226420946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ShTjsORkftI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bDewoGKiOGI/s320/CIMG1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-4898695020356064085?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4898695020356064085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=4898695020356064085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4898695020356064085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4898695020356064085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ShThTbvnZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/mPNW1RfjpEw/s72-c/CIMG1576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-915607751565170623</id><published>2009-04-22T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:16:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love the hot weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUepAhh8nI/AAAAAAAAANk/nknIX1C3vHI/s1600-h/CIMG1528_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329199423926956658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUepAhh8nI/AAAAAAAAANk/nknIX1C3vHI/s320/CIMG1528_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week the weater was wonderful. It was almost 80 degrees the whole week&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lahontan Pond for a nice sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was jet skiing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201258751989666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUgTzx6F6I/AAAAAAAAANs/k2ugiI1C8pI/s320/CIMG1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And lots of fun with the kids and their friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 boys and 1 girl to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;They dug a huge hole and it filled up the water,&lt;br /&gt;and they kept saying they were in the jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202037637180146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUhBJWm6vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xkJXqXQgfgU/s320/CIMG1555_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mikey thought he was a bird for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202996665668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUh4-A0UwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SnNgZpwsZ0o/s320/CIMG1536_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course, there was delicious snacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329204211451402882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUi_rcTmoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PbFPsN1si2o/s320/CIMG1540_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. Garrett wears his hat like that all by himself. I miss you too Em, we have to see each other soon. Garrett is a direct decendent of the true gangster himself-Tupac! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-915607751565170623?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/915607751565170623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=915607751565170623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/915607751565170623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/915607751565170623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-love-hot-weather.html' title='Gotta love the hot weather...'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SfUepAhh8nI/AAAAAAAAANk/nknIX1C3vHI/s72-c/CIMG1528_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-2622640992077544478</id><published>2009-04-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:29:28.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouths of babe's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet Mikey has been full of things to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey: Hey mom, do you need my muscles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey: I was just wondering if you need me to open or break something, I am strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey: Mom, can I have some cookies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Nope, it's time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey: WHAT! There is NO cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: No, we have cookies, but it's time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey: FINE, I will just be sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my personal favorite. Last week we were in walmart and there was a lady COVERED with freckels. I mean covered. I have never seen so many freckels on one person in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had seen her when we got to the store. While we were checking out, she got in line behind us. Mikey get this super concerned look on his face and says to his dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That lady is sick. Mike looks at her and says No she's not, she is fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then mikey says no she's not dad, she has polka dots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322559171247234882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sd2HXbowX0I/AAAAAAAAANc/_jyyS-iVS7o/s320/CIMG1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-2622640992077544478?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2622640992077544478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=2622640992077544478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/2622640992077544478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/2622640992077544478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the mouths of babe&apos;s...'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sd2HXbowX0I/AAAAAAAAANc/_jyyS-iVS7o/s72-c/CIMG1405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-812825064048076178</id><published>2009-03-28T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:42:34.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy stuff'/><title type='text'>Busy Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we planted a garden.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night we went to lowe's to get supplies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys picked out some potted flowers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They also picked out 2 packages of seeds each for the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garrett picked pumpkins, and yellow squash.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikey picked peas and carrots.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said that the peas were his "special favorites."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; eaten a pea in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, mikey wakes up this morning at 6:30 ready to plant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We forgot to get shovels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So off to walmart we go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 wheelbarrows, 4 shovels, 2 buckets, and 2 trellis's later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikey looks at me and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wow mom, we got yada stuff to do today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as soon as we get home, we soak the dirt and start digging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318475184813070450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sc8FAImDWHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gKMC27bH14E/s320/CIMG1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey is the cleanest dirty kid I know. He loves to dig in the dirt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hates to have dirt on him. See the longsleeve shirt, gloves and boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a inch of skin exposed to dirt.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318475196451273346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sc8FAz80OoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CzYg2KN74LU/s320/CIMG1448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrett on the other hand isn't complete without some mud on him at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318475194186393714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sc8FArg06HI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xR8gFL8XveU/s320/CIMG1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He picked this outfit out all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not sure what he is digging for, but he's is cute either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318475195406942146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sc8FAwD0_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/cImYvPd3hyw/s320/CIMG1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He was a big helper when it came to running the shovel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very serious, but still very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we planted a few different kinds of flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carrots, strawberries, peas, watermelon, cantaloupe, pumpkins, and according to Mikey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a marshmallow tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully that works out for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a long busy day, but it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys are exhausted and sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318480001423692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sc8JYf3g0dI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IIsTXd5-yvU/s320/CIMG1439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-812825064048076178?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/812825064048076178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=812825064048076178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/812825064048076178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/812825064048076178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-saturday.html' title='Busy Saturday...'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sc8FAImDWHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gKMC27bH14E/s72-c/CIMG1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-1205954046971842031</id><published>2009-03-03T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:50:37.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrett's story, part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up from surgery and was greatful to be alive. Of course the first thing out of my mouth was how's my baby. He was doing good. He weighed in at a healthy 5 pounds, which isn't bad for being born 6 weeks early. The doctor told me that we had gotten in to surgery just in time. Once they were able to visualize my uterus, they say a window that was half the length of my previous incision.( A window is a thin spot in my uterus wall.) They didn't even make an incision. The doctor said once he got in there, Garrett was looking up at hime from inside my uterus. Then it tore open on it's own and he fell onto my lap. Luckily we were already in surgery so they could control the bleeding and work on Garrett. Every kept telling me that I must have a few guardian angels looking out for us, becasue they never catch a rupture before it happens. My beautiful baby was born on March 3rd, 2007 at 7:03 pm. He was 5 pounds and 18 inches long. He had some health problems, but at this point was doing good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309048696806320882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2HqURkKvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nMea_1nlc3M/s320/100_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first picture I got to see of him. They wouldn't let me go to the NICU to see him until morning so I could rest. It is a very daunting thing to see your baby for the first time like this. Everyone is telling me that he is ok, and then to see this just freaked me out. The doctors came down to tell me he was having a hard time breathing so they put him on a ventalitor. They would leave him on that and see how he was in the morning. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309049842200014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2Is_Ms7cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pzoHamtncIw/s320/100_2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They started an IV in his umbilical cord, and kept him on the vent for a few days. He had jaundice for about a week, but once that was behind him we started working on his eating. Babies don't have the sucking reflux until they are about 34 weeks. Since he was born at 34 weeks and had other things to deal with at the time, eating became his last priority.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309050760711581986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2Jic67MSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gV5LhFO-G8w/s320/100_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here he is under the bili lights to help with his jaundice. It was pretty cute that the eye covers looked like sunglasses. The bili lights look like a tanning bed so when you would walk in there would be these naked babies with sunglasses tanning all over the NICU, it was pretty cute. Anyway, his days got better and better, and his eating improved. He had a feeding tube in his nose the entire month he was there. They took it out the day before we left. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309051799097863522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2Ke5NgbWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3WMcK6nclrM/s320/100_2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They only let the siblings of these babies come into the NICU once to see them. We had brought mikey in about 2 weeks before they let us go home. It was so hard for him to understand. That we had a baby that we couldn't bring home. The day I brought Garrett home, Mikey was asleep when we got home. Here is his reaction when he say me home with his new brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309053045188518530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2LnbQq4oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mo-LBAwV3fY/s320/100_2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was stoked! It has been a long haul. Garrett for the most part is a healthy 2 year old boy. He has asthma, with chronic bronchitis. He was born with no enamel on some of his teeth, and if small for his age. Last week he weighed in a 22 pounds. I guess my reason for posting his story is this: Nothing in life is guarenteed. I wake up every day knowing that anything can happen at a moments notice that could turn my world up side down. Garrett has defienatly given me a new outlook on life. I am greatful that he chose me to be his mom, and given me the oppurtunity to love him unconditionally. You will never know what a blessing you are to me little boy, but I loved you my whole life. Happy Birthday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love mommy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PkL9ql5I/AAAAAAAAALE/UukIJl4lN8c/s1600-h/100_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309057387589179282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PkL9ql5I/AAAAAAAAALE/UukIJl4lN8c/s320/100_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PkYbgTUI/AAAAAAAAALM/LKPZ8kbXzhI/s1600-h/100_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309057390935559490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PkYbgTUI/AAAAAAAAALM/LKPZ8kbXzhI/s320/100_2576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2Pk4pcUTI/AAAAAAAAALU/0xBkvdA8tzE/s1600-h/rasmussenla_03.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309057399583953202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2Pk4pcUTI/AAAAAAAAALU/0xBkvdA8tzE/s320/rasmussenla_03.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PlOYI0AI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZKxr3mu0LDE/s1600-h/100_2831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309057405416951810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PlOYI0AI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZKxr3mu0LDE/s320/100_2831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PlmccdlI/AAAAAAAAALk/_lRxvFVV3sE/s1600-h/CIMG0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309057411877467730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2PlmccdlI/AAAAAAAAALk/_lRxvFVV3sE/s320/CIMG0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/4747303173422038536-1205954046971842031?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1205954046971842031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=1205954046971842031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1205954046971842031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1205954046971842031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/03/garretts-story-part-2.html' title='Garrett&apos;s story, part 2.'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/Sa2HqURkKvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nMea_1nlc3M/s72-c/100_2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-2308508856529745183</id><published>2009-03-02T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:45:19.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrett's story. Part one, it's a long one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't even know where to start. Motherhood didn't come easy for me. I tried to get pregnant for a really long time and had no luck. After 3 years of trying, it happened. Then it was gone. I was sad, but glad because I knew I could get pregnant. And get pregnant I did. Two more times, and then came two more losses. After my last miscarriage, I was devastated. Shook to my core. What did I do in my life to deserve this? I went on this roller coaster of emotion. After two months of unstable hormones, I was finally feeling normal again! And then came the fourth positive pregnancy test. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; happy, and equally as scared. As the weeks went on, I got more excited. Every time I made it past the point that I had had miscarriages in my past pregnancies, I was just amazed. I wasn't at ease though until Mikey was out and screaming. That beautiful boy came into my life 10 day early weighing in just under 9 pounds! 9 pounds! ( Jen if you read this, thank you for helping me experience the joy of motherhood, finally) The doctors said to wait a year before we started trying for another. We waited 11 1/2 months. I thought it would be as hard the fifth time around to get pregnant and stay pregnant. Imagine my surprise when I found out I was pregnant on Mikey's first birthday. Really nervous, but excited. Even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mikey&lt;/span&gt; was a very healthy full term baby, I was still worried about this pregnancy. I went to a specialist because of my history. At 6 weeks, I saw Garrett for the first time. What a relief that was! I couldn't help but think he was lower in my uterus then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mikey&lt;/span&gt; was at that time. But the doctor said everything looked good, so I didn't worry. 3 weeks later, I woke up to a lot of bleeding. I panicked. I went straight to the doctor. As I waited for him to come in and do my ultrasound, all I could think about was I can't do this again. The doctor came in, said with the amount of bleeding I was having that it didn't look very promising, and he would look and see where we stood. As soon as he put the wand on my belly, there he was, just kicking away, like nothing had even happened. The doctor couldn't believe it. The baby was fine. I had a partial placenta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;previa&lt;/span&gt;, so it was covering my cervix a little. I had been carrying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mikey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; the day before, so that caused some contractions, causing the bleeding. I spent the rest of my pregnancy being monitored very closely. A doctors visit every two weeks, with an ultrasound. The rest of my pregnancy was pretty uneventful. I had to take heparin, which is a blood thinner for a clotting disorder, but other than that, it was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308869915670498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SazlD4pMTSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9lzGTaLon1s/s320/Rasmussenbe1864.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had these pictures done at 29 weeks. For those of you who don't know, a full term pregnancy is 40 weeks. I was huge! I am glad we did it, because the next week I woke up in the middle of the night with this horrible recurring back pain. I tried to reposition myself, going pee, and walk around, but nothing helped. After about 2 hours I remembered having that same pain when I was in labor with Mikey. I kept thinking this can't be right, it's way to early. I went to the hospital in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carson&lt;/span&gt; city. They hooked me up to the monitor, and sure enough I was contracting away. They gave me shots to stop the labor but it didn't work. So they sent me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reno&lt;/span&gt; where my doctor was. When I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;carson&lt;/span&gt;, the bleeding started again. When I got to St. Mary's the hooked my up to the monitor, and confirmed I was in labor. My doctor came over and did an ultrasound. I had a very large blood clot in my placenta. He told me that I would spend the rest of my pregnancy in the hospital on bed rest. I was shocked. I was feeling fine, and now my baby's life was in danger. He told me that the best case scenario was 48 hours. He didn't think I would make it longer than that. They put me on this medicine called mag. I swear it's poison. But it worked. The days passed, and before I knew it, a month had passed! I was slowly taken off the mag and was doing great. I woke up on Saturday morning and felt like crap. I couldn't put a finger on where the pain was coming from, but it was really bad. I had another ultrasound and found out that I had hardly any amniotic fluid. Every where they thought was fluid was umbilical cord. They told me that the likely hood of him stretching and pinching off his blood supply was very high. They wanted to keep him in another week, for his health. So they put me back on the monitor and said if there was one dip in his heartbeat, they would take him immediately. As the day went on, the pain got worse. I had the most amazing nurse that day. She had been my nurse most of the month I had been there. She kept coming in and checking on me because she said I was acting funny. Finally I broke down. I just started crying. I told her the pain was unbearable. She called the doctor and he came to talk to me. I told him I felt like I was going to explode. He started freaking out. He said he thought my uterus was rupturing and we had about 5 minutes to get me to surgery before I bled to death. Panic took over. I called mike who was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;carson&lt;/span&gt; and said to please hurry because we were in trouble. I called my sister and asked her to call my dad. Anyone who knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt; knows she had 2100 questions. I just said, call dad, we might not make it. My dad was just up the street at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;UNR&lt;/span&gt; basketball game. As soon as I hung up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt;, about 10 people came rushing in my room. They were starting new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;IV's&lt;/span&gt; for blood transfusions, making sure Garrett hadn't died, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prepping&lt;/span&gt; me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt; surgery. I just laid there and thought this can't be happening. I can't die. Mikey needs his mom. And then the most horrible thought crossed my mind, what if I live and he dies? Just then the doctor said it was time to go. I was terrified. I was alone, and thought that me and my baby were going to die. Just then my dad appears out of no where. He grabbed my hand and told me it was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. He came with me to the O.R. but they wouldn't let him in because it was emergency surgery. My nurse that day had been talking about how she couldn't wait to get home to see her kids. They put me in the O.R. and she came in and sat down next to me and asked if she could stay. She said she didn't want me to be alone. I asked her to tell mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mikey&lt;/span&gt; I loved them. She smiled and said they made it, and I could tell them when I woke up, and that's the last thing I remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-2308508856529745183?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2308508856529745183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=2308508856529745183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/2308508856529745183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/2308508856529745183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/03/garretts-story_226.html' title='Garrett&apos;s story. Part one, it&apos;s a long one...'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SazlD4pMTSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9lzGTaLon1s/s72-c/Rasmussenbe1864.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-8958224999047383690</id><published>2009-03-01T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:09:00.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrett's birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet boy turns 2 on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had his party this weekend so all of our friends could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to boomtown, and he had such a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308449880637736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatnCoNgh8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y4BeBheY4vs/s320/CIMG1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were cupcakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308450447163209522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatnjmrtNzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rgxm_VJJ0Lw/s320/CIMG1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And pizza and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Every kids dream. Garrett thought they were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308451190877769090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatoO5PEzYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Qn1TYp7sOXo/s320/CIMG1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was this wind machine. Garrett got to go in for a whole minute with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo funny. I thought he would be scared, but that wasn't the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatphK473lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QVbkHvAXSBc/s1600-h/CIMG1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308452604366020178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatphK473lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QVbkHvAXSBc/s320/CIMG1368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatphD-l0NI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g2L5ZgVxC78/s1600-h/CIMG1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308452602510692562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatphD-l0NI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g2L5ZgVxC78/s320/CIMG1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/4747303173422038536-8958224999047383690?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8958224999047383690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=8958224999047383690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8958224999047383690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8958224999047383690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/03/garretts-birthday.html' title='Garrett&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SatnCoNgh8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y4BeBheY4vs/s72-c/CIMG1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-7608707071327699770</id><published>2009-02-03T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:42:57.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Emily...(Roda)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A wonderful best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A wonderful girlfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A amazing teacher, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best daughter your mom could have asked for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You did more for her than most do in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am confident saying she is eternally grateful for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em (Mary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-7608707071327699770?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/7608707071327699770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=7608707071327699770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/7608707071327699770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/7608707071327699770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-emilyroda.html' title='Dear Emily...(Roda)'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-1860739305617453655</id><published>2009-01-29T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:47:18.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That took forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krisandem.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-long-tag.html"&gt;A really long TAG.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 2009 edition of getting to know your friends. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little things about your friends that you might not have known!&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? Which time? 5:45, 6:30, and then 7:15&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Big Diamonds Please&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Marley and Me&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?Biggest Loser, Big love&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Fruit or bagels.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? Ann&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike?  fish&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? I listen to my ipod or itunes.&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? 2000 Escalade&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? sub sandwiches, any of them!&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristics do you despise? lying and people who are fake.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? Comfy flip flops&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Going to Mexico for my next birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing? Don't really have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you like to retire? Somewhere warm and tropical.&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? 23, I got Mikey as a present, who could ask for a better present?&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch? football.....&lt;br /&gt;18. Farthest place you are sending this? Who knows&lt;br /&gt;19. Person you expect to send it back first? All my friends did it first, so maybe Traci&lt;br /&gt;20. When is your birthday? August 13, 1982&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a morning person or a night person? definitely a night person&lt;br /&gt; 22. What is your shoe size? 7&lt;br /&gt;23. Pets? 1 big ugly fish&lt;br /&gt;24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? If I tell you, then I have to kill you!&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want to be when you were little? A nurse&lt;br /&gt;26. How are you today?Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your favorite flower? Stargazer lilies&lt;br /&gt;28. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? Feb 5th. Wedding anniversy&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite pastime? Playing with my kids&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you listening to right now? Radio&lt;br /&gt;31. What was the last thing you ate?? Cinnamon Raisin Bagel, yum&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you wish on stars? sure do&lt;br /&gt;33. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? purple&lt;br /&gt;34. How is the weather right now? Sunny but cold&lt;br /&gt;35. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? Mike&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite soft drink? H2O&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite Food at a Restaurant? depends on where I am, but good ol' american food is always a winner.&lt;br /&gt;38. Real hair color?  Dirty Blonde&lt;br /&gt;39. What was your favorite toy as a child? my little ponies&lt;br /&gt;40. Summer or winter? Summer....fo sho&lt;br /&gt;41. Hugs or kisses? kisses&lt;br /&gt;42. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;43. Coffee or tea? tea&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you want your friends to email you back? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;45. When was the last time you cried? last week I was sick, and everything on t.v. was so sad! I am a huge baby when I am sick!&lt;br /&gt;46. What is under your bed? forgetten toys and shoes&lt;br /&gt;47. What did you do last night? made dinner, went to the store, gave garrett a bath, cuddled, went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you afraid of? losing my kids&lt;br /&gt;49. Salty or sweet? sweet&lt;br /&gt;50. How many keys on your key ring? To many&lt;br /&gt;51. How many years at your current job? Almost a year&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite day of the week? Saturday...mornings.&lt;br /&gt;53. How many towns have you lived in? 3&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you make friends easily? no, I only have few GREAT ones and I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;55. How many people will you send this to? whoever would like to read it I guess&lt;br /&gt;56. How many will respond? Not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-1860739305617453655?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1860739305617453655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=1860739305617453655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1860739305617453655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1860739305617453655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-took-forever.html' title='That took forever!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-8542624653890818491</id><published>2009-01-20T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:58:47.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So seeing how christmas was almost a month ago, I figure that I could pull it together and post our christmas stuff. This was the first year that Mikey was really excited. Garrett a little, but Mikey asked everyday when santa was going to come. It was a awesome day. We woke up to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293550745633693410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ4W1IAHuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zFgKXr0RUKo/s320/CIMG1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't remember the last time I woke up to a white christmas. Fresh snow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like a kid a again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then on to opening presents. Mikey woke up early and we made him wait until Garrett woke up. Garrett is the kid who sleeps until 10 a.m. Mikey was going crazy, so we decided to wake up Garrett and let the gift exchange begin. As you can see, Garrett didn't care much at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293552113441368034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ5mcmw5-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/6RIZPu1bEYA/s320/CIMG1155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mikey got a coloring table, equipped with like 7,000 colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293553135633097554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ6h8kQ41I/AAAAAAAAAIg/W3NBmFEhl-g/s320/CIMG1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got matching everything. I didn't even chance the fight, just bought two of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ask me, the best gift was the Incredible Hulk fighting gloves. They are so FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8tzDo8WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7aZYweIIiIU/s1600-h/CIMG1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555538262028642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8tzDo8WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7aZYweIIiIU/s320/CIMG1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uLQ-ovI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xsn-eKuTVjs/s1600-h/CIMG1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555544760427250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uLQ-ovI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xsn-eKuTVjs/s320/CIMG1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uYckUGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GoLsthun12A/s1600-h/CIMG1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555548298694754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uYckUGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GoLsthun12A/s320/CIMG1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uQ8qPII/AAAAAAAAAJA/klvrmYrUtJk/s1600-h/CIMG1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555546285816962" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uQ8qPII/AAAAAAAAAJA/klvrmYrUtJk/s320/CIMG1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8ujbxAAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4sfw8nNpNmw/s1600-h/CIMG1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555551248121858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8ujbxAAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4sfw8nNpNmw/s320/CIMG1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ8uQ8qPII/AAAAAAAAAJA/klvrmYrUtJk/s1600-h/CIMG1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let the size of the gloves compared to the size of his body fool you. He can hold his own and have a good time. Bye the way, don't mess with him, he's tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293557334790993522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ-WXphdnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VmlQkCSbELc/s320/CIMG1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-8542624653890818491?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8542624653890818491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=8542624653890818491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8542624653890818491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8542624653890818491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/01/christams.html' title='Christams...'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SXZ4W1IAHuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zFgKXr0RUKo/s72-c/CIMG1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-1478708475835755089</id><published>2009-01-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:58:05.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things tag....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Things I can DO:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~make others laugh&lt;br /&gt;~be a great friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~make my kids smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~deal with other people's sick kids all day&lt;br /&gt;~cook a mean meal&lt;br /&gt;~listen with an open mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Things I have a hard time doing:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~taking time for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Letting go of a grudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Not taking things personally.&lt;br /&gt;~Staying away from junk food&lt;br /&gt;~Calling my friends&lt;br /&gt;~Driving the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;~being patient with people who are ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Things that attract me to Mike:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~He smiles with his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He's a GREAT dad. ( mikey says his dad is his best friend :) )&lt;br /&gt;~He gives great hugs&lt;br /&gt;~He smells good&lt;br /&gt;~He makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;~He pays attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Things I say often:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Did you have very very good baby sleeps and very very good baby dreams?&lt;br /&gt;~I hope you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~I love you the mostest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Stop hitting your brother&lt;br /&gt;~Don't stand on that, you'll fall and get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;~When are you going to be home?&lt;br /&gt;~Dr. Wadia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Admirations:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ Emily's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;~Parents of kids with disabilities&lt;br /&gt;~Em&lt;br /&gt;~Valerine&lt;br /&gt;~My dad&lt;br /&gt;~My boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Favorite foods:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pizza&lt;br /&gt;~broccoli&lt;br /&gt;~Rum&lt;br /&gt;~Artichokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~Any sub sandwhich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shaken Black Ice Tea Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;~Rocky Road ice cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-1478708475835755089?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1478708475835755089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=1478708475835755089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1478708475835755089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1478708475835755089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-things-tag.html' title='7 things tag....'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-8201076471508967651</id><published>2008-12-30T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:24:23.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ourteicherttale.blogspot.com/2008/04/abc-tag.html"&gt;ABC Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Attached or Single: Attached&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: Em and Krysta&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie: Pie&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of Choice: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: Lip Gloss&lt;br /&gt;F-Favorite Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy Bears or Worms: Gummy Worms&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Fallon, NV&lt;br /&gt;I- Favorite Indulgence: Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;J-January or July: July, I LOVE the summer&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: 2 Boys Mikey and Garrett&lt;br /&gt;L- Life isn't complete without: My WONDERFUL friends, family, and husband.&lt;br /&gt;M-Marriage date: 02/05/2005&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Brothers and Sisters:  1 Sister&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Oranges...sweet and juicey&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias and Fears: Losing more loved ones, weird sounds in the night, something bad happening to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;Q-Quirk: Video games on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason to smile: Mikey opening the bathroom door to tell me to stop that noise(blowdryer) so he can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;S- Season of Choice: Summer&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag 4 people: Em, Jen, Hayley Traci&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact about me: I am a ninja! haha&lt;br /&gt;V-Vegetable: artichokes, trees( as mikey calls them), greenbeans&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;X- X-ray or Ultra Sound: Ultrasounds&lt;br /&gt;Y-Yogurt or Yo-Yo: Yougart, I am not talented enough for the yo-yo&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac Sign: Leo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-8201076471508967651?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8201076471508967651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=8201076471508967651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8201076471508967651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/8201076471508967651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-639486441797401981</id><published>2008-12-10T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:37:42.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Only use one word. Tag 5 of your favorite bloggers to do the same!&lt;br /&gt;1. Today I am feeling motivated.&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite person is working.&lt;br /&gt;3. One thing I did today was excercised.&lt;br /&gt;4. Today my hair is blonde.&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends are always fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;6. People who bug me are liars.&lt;br /&gt;7. Blogging makes me feel informational.&lt;br /&gt;8. Instead of blogging I should be working.&lt;br /&gt;9. My kids are precious.&lt;br /&gt;10. My job is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love my family because it's/he/she is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;12. One person who makes me laugh really hard is: Mikey&lt;br /&gt;13. One person who i tell everything to is: nunya&lt;br /&gt;14. My weakness is: food! haha&lt;br /&gt;15. My favorite gameshow is: Supermarket Sweep&lt;br /&gt;16. No one knows I'm really good at: everything!&lt;br /&gt;17. One thing I have not experienced but want to is: ???&lt;br /&gt;18. My favorite subject in school was: Science&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a secret crush on: Bob&lt;br /&gt;20. My favorite word is: bufanda&lt;br /&gt;21. My favorite thing to wear is: grey&lt;br /&gt;22. One word to describe myself is: superstar!&lt;br /&gt;23. One thing I miss is: Em&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite nick-name is: mama&lt;br /&gt;25. A pet peeve of mine is: I can't explain all of them in one word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-639486441797401981?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/639486441797401981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=639486441797401981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/639486441797401981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/639486441797401981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-use-one-word.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-6822761358571981509</id><published>2008-12-08T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:32:52.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bragged all of Thanksgiving about how I have been so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about keeping up my blog at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then no blogs from me in forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I say, I am a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving was AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of food, family, friends, shopping, friends, and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277669963074171138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4M3n7I8QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MEIJ61vr9QA/s320/CIMG1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey learned how to play baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277669706321084578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4MorcbwKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OpL4Bx7dnGs/s320/CIMG1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then came the christmas tree. This year Mikey was all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about helping decorate it. Mike always puts the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lights on, then I put on the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a traditon, every year the boys pick out an ornament of their choice. They get to put it on the tree, and every year we have 3 new ornaments. One for each kid, and a 49er one the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a giant niner fan, anyone who has watched them play in the last 10 years knows how painful this condition is. Yet we still have a dedication wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year Mikey and Garret both picked a Lightening McQueen ornament, big suprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4NoKGlTPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4aDbvih2iaI/s1600-h/CIMG1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277670796882693362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4NoKGlTPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4aDbvih2iaI/s320/CIMG1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4N4KSQWoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kjLd2GkTXW8/s1600-h/CIMG1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277671071809559170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4N4KSQWoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kjLd2GkTXW8/s320/CIMG1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey just wanted to put up all the ornaments all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;Here he is tellimg me he doesn't need help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277671600102462418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4OW6VGU9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6vuJ78x7ZHo/s320/CIMG1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After it was all said and done, I found some non decorations in our tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277672085036612994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4OzI2aPYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HAVUVuE-h_4/s320/CIMG1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we got everything on the tree, we turned off all the lights, Mikey looks up at me, smiles, and says "Mom, it's so beautiful" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277672726663317506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4PYfGIyAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Da8K6NFNSfM/s320/CIMG1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope everyone noticed the dedication wall behind the tree, sometime I wish our tree was tall enough to cover up all that niner stuff. Oh well, maybe next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-6822761358571981509?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/6822761358571981509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=6822761358571981509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/6822761358571981509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/6822761358571981509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/ST4M3n7I8QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MEIJ61vr9QA/s72-c/CIMG1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-1226705745504666326</id><published>2008-11-25T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:32:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much to be thankful for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not sure where to start, but here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Healthy babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. A stable job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Unconditonal love from my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Mikey and Garrett's laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Mikey and Garrett's smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Mikey and Garrett in general!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. My true friends(Love you Roda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. My family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Did I mention Mikey and Garrett?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily was right when she said hug your mom. You should also hug your dad's, grandparents, brothers, sisters, friends, and if your feeling really giving, hug your inlaws :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful 4 day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember that Thanksgiving is family disfunction at it's best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-1226705745504666326?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1226705745504666326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=1226705745504666326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1226705745504666326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/1226705745504666326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful!'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-4624609018295051236</id><published>2008-11-13T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:16:55.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a plane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a train!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No, it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUPERMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268334597017208386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRziZzUchkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y4Bz6Yt-72M/s320/CIMG0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I found these SUPER cute pj's the other day at the store. They had this one and a batman one. I couldn't resist, I got them both. It even came with a little cape!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268335280825192034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjBms-TmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NAFr26imIPU/s320/CIMG0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the camera came out, he became quite the diva. Normally it's Mikey that is the camera hog, but this night Garrett made an exception. Here are some of his runway faces:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjygVIsTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Rjx41sPHNDs/s1600-h/CIMG0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268336120928186674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjygVIsTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Rjx41sPHNDs/s320/CIMG0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he was trying to put the new cape to good use and fell down. Even superman get's his feelings hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjyxAx7_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/e3RP6O9kiuE/s1600-h/CIMG0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268336125406212082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjyxAx7_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/e3RP6O9kiuE/s320/CIMG0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;After narrowly escaping death as shown above, superman makes a full recovery, and even feels good enough to do that weird thing with his tounge. That's weird!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjyh1NwaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/il9s4WprIOk/s1600-h/CIMG0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268336121331171746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzjyh1NwaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/il9s4WprIOk/s320/CIMG0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, what would any modeling job be without the magnum face? Here is it ladies, he is currently single if anyone is looking for a young super hero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They didn't have these pj's in Mikey's size, but that didn't seem to stop him for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Jumping &lt;/span&gt;off everything like he is superman. After watching Garrett get all the camera attention, Mikey decided's it's his turn. He finds a winter coat that is like 2 sizes to small and is so bright, he could glow in the dark. At this point, I can't not take his picture. So here it is, the fat guy in a little coat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzsmcHO0sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8LGRWS5wlmA/s1600-h/CIMG0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268345809242346178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzsmcHO0sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8LGRWS5wlmA/s320/CIMG0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm not even sure how he could breathe in that coat, but he sure was having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzsmS8YupI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MYuivF05nzk/s1600-h/CIMG0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268345806780938898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRzsmS8YupI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MYuivF05nzk/s320/CIMG0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-4624609018295051236?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4624609018295051236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=4624609018295051236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4624609018295051236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4624609018295051236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/11/its.html' title='It&apos;s a.....?'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRziZzUchkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y4Bz6Yt-72M/s72-c/CIMG0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-5567316813612120682</id><published>2008-11-04T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:26:06.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times...</title><content type='html'>&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;My wonderful little mikey, who is now 3 years old, has been saying the funniest things lately. I posted the blog about the "punkie patch", and when it came time to carve those pumpkins, Mikey crawled up on the kitchen table and puts his arms around the pumpkin and says " Mom, I love this pumpkin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057347620136658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRE9wx71ZtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePYPTEaIeu4/s320/CIMG0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So after this 10 minute love story about him and his pumpkin he says, " mom, you take a picture of us?" Like the pumpkin is someone he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057350368284834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRE9w8LC0KI/AAAAAAAAADo/6IHtwWpw-b0/s320/CIMG0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the pumpkin's have been carved and it's time to go trick or&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFBNy8roeI/AAAAAAAAADw/cq7iSa6xH0o/s1600-h/CIMG0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061144643215842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFBNy8roeI/AAAAAAAAADw/cq7iSa6xH0o/s320/CIMG0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; treating. Mikey has been straying from his first true love, Lightening McQueen, and been spending more time with his new Toy Story movie. We went to get his costume and he picked out 3. Buzz Light Year, Woody, and Sponge Bob. After much thought, he looks up at me and says " Mom, I be Woody." Who can say no to that? So long story short, Mikey was Woody and baby Garrett was a pumpkin. Mikey wore his costume almost everyday before Halloween. He would have slept in it if I let him. Here he is playing with Ariana on her birthday all dressed up and waiting for a gun fight. He was so excited to have a shooting gun like a real cowboy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFGpFC2XoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9PXubRhpa4/s1600-h/CIMG0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265067110915530370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFGpFC2XoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9PXubRhpa4/s320/CIMG0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett's costume was really fluffy around his belly and when he would sit down, he was less than pleasent. He is not much of a hat kid, but he did great with his hat for his costume. So I will now unveil the great halloween pumpkin, Baby Garrett!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFDXL2cqAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xSMna74guS8/s1600-h/CIMG0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063504970033154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFDXL2cqAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xSMna74guS8/s320/CIMG0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, he wasn't the happiest kid when he was sitting, but he sure is the cutiest little pumpkin! Just a little side note, that huge pink smear on my wall is finger nail polish. That is a whole other story I will have to let you in on another day. Any way, we load everyone into the car and off to day care we go for the party. They had a costume parade, and trip to the pumpkin patch, and a trick or treat around the center. All in all, I think they had a good time. Halloween night, I got home late from work. Anyone who grew up in Nevada can share my disappointment in the fact that I had to work on Nevada day. I think we were the only doctors office in Nevada that was open. Boo :( Anyway, off we went to go trick or treating. We went with my friend Krysta and her family. Her son Mathew is a year older than Mikey and they are best friends. Mat says to me on day " Auntie Emmy, Mikey is my brother from another mother." He cracks me up. Mat was the incredable hulk, and was he so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFG6fwNsUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fCegn2LloR0/s1600-h/CIMG0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265067410142900546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFG6fwNsUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fCegn2LloR0/s320/CIMG0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed Garrett around in the stroller, and when we got to a house, he would get out and walk up to the door with the big boys. When I would put him back in the stroller, he would sit there with his bucket of candy, very content. So imagine my suprise when we take this picture. He is so sneeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068390767511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFHzk3Vx5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/RhPIxnZBCu4/s320/CIMG0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He looks like he has been busted! Eating the chocolate in the dark! Needless to say, this halloween was great. The boys really enjoyed their costumes, had a great time trick or treating, and had a great day hanging out with their dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFJOxL9ZiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/S2fIBHU8f1A/s1600-h/CIMG0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265069957443315234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFJOxL9ZiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/S2fIBHU8f1A/s320/CIMG0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFJPI_YW2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFeqFzzfJhg/s1600-h/CIMG0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265069963833006946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRFJPI_YW2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFeqFzzfJhg/s320/CIMG0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-5567316813612120682?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/5567316813612120682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=5567316813612120682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5567316813612120682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5567316813612120682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-times.html' title='Good times...'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SRE9wx71ZtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePYPTEaIeu4/s72-c/CIMG0829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-6851851562357455963</id><published>2008-11-02T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:00:03.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krisandem.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagi-am-it-sunday-ramblings.html"&gt;TAG......I am IT. :) Sunday Ramblings....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "5 things" tag. Answer the questions and then tag 5 of your favorite bloggers to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;5 restaurants you like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza Barn&lt;br /&gt;2. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;3. Port of Subs&lt;br /&gt;4. Sierra Joe's&lt;br /&gt;5. Claim Jumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Took a shower&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;3. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;4.Worked out&lt;br /&gt;5. Saw my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of your worst pet peeves:&lt;br /&gt;1. people who are fake/two faced.&lt;br /&gt;2. people who have kids and don't take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Putting stuff in the fridge that's almost gone!&lt;br /&gt;4. Old people who drive 30 under the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;5. people with annoying voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mike&lt;br /&gt;2. My babies&lt;br /&gt;3. my family&lt;br /&gt;4. fresh sheets&lt;br /&gt;5. my GREAT true friends (especially you Roda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you will do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to work&lt;br /&gt;2. laugh with my kids&lt;br /&gt;3. work out&lt;br /&gt;4. put up pics of the boys trick or treating&lt;br /&gt;5. Snuggle with my man. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-6851851562357455963?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/6851851562357455963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=6851851562357455963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/6851851562357455963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/6851851562357455963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-5520096832972800402</id><published>2008-10-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:10:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently my best friends mom passed away from breast cancer. She was diagnosed shortly after Garrett was born. I remember when Emily told me, I was shocked. We went to dinner and I was venting about how bad the last 2 months had been. I went into labor at 30 weeks and was admitted to the hospital. I stayed there for a whole month before Garrett was born. He was six weeks early. We had a close call, they said 5 or so more minutes and we would have blead to death. He stayed 3 weeks after his birth mastering the skill of eating. I am just going on and on and when I finally ask Em how things are with her, she says" My mom has stage 4 breast cancer." My heart sunk. What do you say to that? I made a commiment that day to be there for Emily whenever she needed. We have know each other our whole lives, but been best friends for about 12 years. As she says, we can go months without talking and just pick up where we left off. Over the last 19 months we have had many dinners, long phone calls, and too many rain checks on get togethers. Her mom made this awesome journal through her battle with cancer. At her funeral Emily shared some pieces of it. It was AMAZING! It got me to start thinking about what I have in my life and how blessed I am. Here are some of the things I am truely blessed to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love: My husband loves me no matter what. No matter how crazy our day is or what happens, I can always look at him and he just smiles and it makes all the drama of the day melt away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260220153867447266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQAOXC-eq-I/AAAAAAAAADA/4PNWVy6iHuI/s320/100_2649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Healthy babies: Mikey came into this world weighing almost 9 pounds! He has never been really sick. A cold here or there but nothing serious. Garrett had a close call in the beginning, but he is a very busy little boy now. He was 6 weeks early and weighed 5 pounds. He would have been a giant like mikey if he was full term. I am greatful for modern medicine and the will of that little angel to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQAQJaGcc3I/AAAAAAAAADI/NlRAcf6dSq8/s1600-h/100_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260222118579958642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQAQJaGcc3I/AAAAAAAAADI/NlRAcf6dSq8/s320/100_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQAQJi0hm-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/iNHabqWs_Ns/s1600-h/CIMG0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260222120920718306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQAQJi0hm-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/iNHabqWs_Ns/s320/CIMG0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My friends: I have had many friends through the years, but I feel that I am one of the few who has had the same best friend from childhood. Emily you are my bestie. We have been through so much together, and we are so young. I feel very blessed to have you in my life and it's my honor to call you my best friend. Here is an inside joke for you , hopefully it brings a little smile to your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260225853141137586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQATiybNuLI/AAAAAAAAADY/YSYBqIsYLbg/s320/joe-dirt-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My family: Is crazy! Anyone who know my dad or sister can appreciate this one. I am 26 years old and my parents still call me every day to see how we are. My mom calls every night to talk to my boys. I talk to my sister on average 10 times a day. We may not always see eye to eye, but we love each other and are there for one another when we need it. Thank you guys, I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/4747303173422038536-5520096832972800402?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/5520096832972800402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=5520096832972800402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5520096832972800402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/5520096832972800402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SQAOXC-eq-I/AAAAAAAAADA/4PNWVy6iHuI/s72-c/100_2649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-7472672994401993778</id><published>2008-10-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:24:15.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkie Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since the grocery stores have had their pumpkins out, Mikey has been asking me " Mom, you get me a punkie?" Normally I would have, but this year I thought that the boys would be old enough to go to and actually enjoy the pumpkin patch, and I was right. There was a big slide covered with hay bails. You had to climb up this hay stairway to the top. At the bottom was a big pile of loose hay. Mikey went down once and got scared, so he just pulled a wagon with one lonley pumpkin. Garrett on the other hand LOVED IT! I couldn't get him off. He even climbed the stairs all by him self.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256499267831408370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLWO-UxJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/oxmAgjLZ4Vs/s320/CIMG0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once he got to the top, me or ariana would get him ready to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256499657735280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLWlq1GFjI/AAAAAAAAABk/5FZuGpSwxOY/s320/CIMG0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, it's a little steep for a 19 month old, but that didn't stop him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256500340484909522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLXNaRSqdI/AAAAAAAAABs/SPQF_VDEDm4/s320/CIMG0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't let his size fool you, he's not afraid of anything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256500961602118530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLXxkHLI4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QwK4TQLbnQw/s320/CIMG0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a crash landing in hay, he rolls right out and makes a full recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256501675370715874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLYbHG3muI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e5gRhgaUM30/s320/CIMG0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He then runs around to the stairs by him self to do it again. I would just wait at the top for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256502140247670738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLY2K6K_9I/AAAAAAAAACE/FEFbaAf8MFo/s320/CIMG0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mikey and Ariana had a great time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZm1gUc0I/AAAAAAAAACM/RtUe8CtcF68/s1600-h/CIMG0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256502976315683650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZm1gUc0I/AAAAAAAAACM/RtUe8CtcF68/s320/CIMG0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZnf_nBaI/AAAAAAAAACU/PruGWGtIjis/s1600-h/CIMG0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256502987721213346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZnf_nBaI/AAAAAAAAACU/PruGWGtIjis/s320/CIMG0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZnb_uM6I/AAAAAAAAACc/TFDTSe71hwg/s1600-h/CIMG0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256502986647942050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZnb_uM6I/AAAAAAAAACc/TFDTSe71hwg/s320/CIMG0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZnoKQFfI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFrH8uErAlI/s1600-h/CIMG0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256502989913331186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLZnoKQFfI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFrH8uErAlI/s320/CIMG0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost forgot, here is a picture of Mikey pulling around that little baby punkie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256503844346634114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLaZXLBn4I/AAAAAAAAACs/yc6JCsn42QE/s320/CIMG0790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-7472672994401993778?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/7472672994401993778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=7472672994401993778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/7472672994401993778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/7472672994401993778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/10/punkie-patch.html' title='Punkie Patch'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SPLWO-UxJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/oxmAgjLZ4Vs/s72-c/CIMG0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-257022782714074405</id><published>2008-10-08T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:55:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots and Gangsters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey has a pair of bright blue Thomas the Train snow boots. He has never been much into Thomas, but he loves trains. So last winter, he wore the blue boots every day. Summer came and he still wants to wear the boots, every day. They are way to small and its about 100 degrees outside, but still, they are the only shoes he will wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254995400064715250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO1-eWUrSfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QheGP8URDI0/s320/CIMG0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this summer, after much anticipation, I finally bought mikey a new pair boots. Lightening McQueen is mikey's idol. He eat's, sleeps, and breaths Lightening McQueen. I got a pair of bright red boots. He LOVES them. I am so excited to get rid of the STINKY blue boots. So imagine my suprise when I come down the hall and see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254997304863395474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2ANOQEjpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rvHukvNy6gA/s320/CIMG0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The boots live on!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey got a bike for his third birthday in august. He love it. It's red and blue and he has a matching helmet, gloves, and knee and elbow pads. He rides it pretty good on the side walk, but gets scared anywhere else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2Bg15y-mI/AAAAAAAAABA/kQQWHEdeEOg/s1600-h/CIMG0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254998741436529250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2Bg15y-mI/AAAAAAAAABA/kQQWHEdeEOg/s320/CIMG0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2Bg15y-mI/AAAAAAAAABA/kQQWHEdeEOg/s1600-h/CIMG0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2Bg15y-mI/AAAAAAAAABA/kQQWHEdeEOg/s1600-h/CIMG0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are about 10 other kids who live in our neighborhood and like 8 of them are boys. They are anywhere between 6 and 11 years old. Everyday Mikey looks out the window and asks " I go play with my friends mom?" Who can say no to that? However, he is not big enough to play in the street. Yesterday all his friends are riding there bikes in the street and Mikey wants to go SOOO BAD! After like 10 minutes of pathetic begging, I agree to get his bike and take him to ride with his friends. Mind you, he is so excited to ride with the big boys that he cant even petal. I am just pushing him down the street on his bike while he is laughing. Around the corner comes this entourage of bicycles, and he gets more excited. All the boys pull up around us and are saying" Mikey, your riding your bikes with the big boys." Out of the blue, they all start laughing and making these faces and throwing up these signs. All of a sudden, I feel like saying," I hear your gangster, I'm pretty gangster myself" They are soooo cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2FGTNEK9I/AAAAAAAAABI/Dri4nNH4lLs/s1600-h/CIMG0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255002683492019154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2FGTNEK9I/AAAAAAAAABI/Dri4nNH4lLs/s320/CIMG0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2FGYTrytI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d7qcmT_PdpA/s1600-h/CIMG0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255002684861958866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO2FGYTrytI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d7qcmT_PdpA/s320/CIMG0760.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;I know that was kind of a random blog, but that is a day in my life. Sometimes my kids say and do the funniest things.&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/4747303173422038536-257022782714074405?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/257022782714074405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=257022782714074405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/257022782714074405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/257022782714074405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/10/boots-and-gangsters.html' title='Boots and Gangsters.'/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SO1-eWUrSfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QheGP8URDI0/s72-c/CIMG0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4747303173422038536.post-4806868546730322343</id><published>2008-10-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:07:34.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SOruaSROf6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zIsiBfT_UJE/s1600-h/CIMG0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254274050629205922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SOruaSROf6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zIsiBfT_UJE/s320/CIMG0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have never been much of a blogger, but more and more of my friends are doing it, so why not! I figure it's a good way to keep everyone posted on my ever so hectic life. I am married to my wonderul husband Mike. We have two wonderful boys, Mikey and Garrett. Everyday is an adventure in our house. We don't own anything that isn't sticky, stained, or broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4747303173422038536-4806868546730322343?l=emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4806868546730322343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4747303173422038536&amp;postID=4806868546730322343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4806868546730322343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4747303173422038536/posts/default/4806868546730322343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandmikerasmussen.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-have-never-been-much-of-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Rasmussen boys and 1 girl!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727620171024362509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SWbs0G6M9mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iuHhgKMB6Z8/S220/yerington.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVf0FvrEUFo/SOruaSROf6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zIsiBfT_UJE/s72-c/CIMG0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
