<?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-4105991493964888722</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:39:08.657-08:00</updated><category term='The earth moved'/><category term='fall'/><title type='text'>Indiana Cabbage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8900520520294909700</id><published>2011-09-30T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:38:06.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing happiness</title><content type='html'>I'm trying...everyday.  I often succeed.  On the days I don't, I try to ensure I do the next day.  Today was a C+ day.  Shooting for an A tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8900520520294909700?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8900520520294909700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8900520520294909700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8900520520294909700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8900520520294909700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2011/09/choosing-happiness.html' title='Choosing happiness'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-6507746443117460868</id><published>2011-09-28T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T05:58:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple - the forbidden fruit!</title><content type='html'>Apple has done such a WONDERFUL job of making (and advertising) products for young consumers that I can hardly have a conversation w/members of my family where the word Apple...(iPod, iPad, iPhone, etc.) doesn't come up. Thankfully, my family went and picked actual apples yesterday...right off the trees. Real apples...Jonathan's...the kind you eat and let the sweet &amp;amp; tangy juice run done your chin. I was reminded that apples have been around since the Garden of Eden...and perhaps, in thier most recent manifestation, the tempatation remains the same as the one that took place there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-6507746443117460868?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/6507746443117460868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=6507746443117460868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6507746443117460868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6507746443117460868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2011/09/apple-forbidden-fruit.html' title='Apple - the forbidden fruit!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5645395984645425329</id><published>2011-08-31T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:09:00.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a GREAT day!  Ally comes home today.  Danny &amp;amp; Todd are working and preparing to serve the Lord in Uruguay.  Jordan is happy rooming w/Braden.  Shelley &amp;amp; Rob are having a baby.  Kristin &amp;amp; Troy are loving one another and their family.  Anna &amp;amp; Andy have settled in in Noblesville.  Nate &amp;amp; Shauna are enjoying their kids being in school!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurel is the love of my life and blossoming into an AMAZING Seminary Teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost 40 pounds and am successfully maintaining my weight around 260&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5645395984645425329?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5645395984645425329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5645395984645425329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5645395984645425329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5645395984645425329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-great-day-ally-comes-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7023571127595247274</id><published>2011-03-10T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:23:40.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ally wondered why we haven't done anything with our blog for a while, so instead of waiting for Jim to do it, she inspired me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLzQI_fsEUw/TXlOqm34XbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wfHKqrDNe-s/s1600/352%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLzQI_fsEUw/TXlOqm34XbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wfHKqrDNe-s/s320/352%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582579706998840754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ally and I have enjoyed our visit with Kristin and her family, Blake is a cutie and Bryn is a great big sister.  Blake loves to sleep and we have had fun trying to wake him up so he can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rokxsd0Q764/TXlOqYgEjgI/AAAAAAAAASs/L_O2r-fVm2o/s1600/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rokxsd0Q764/TXlOqYgEjgI/AAAAAAAAASs/L_O2r-fVm2o/s320/259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582579703140879874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ally took Bryn outside to blow bubbles, a windy somewhat chilly day, but that doesn't phase Bryn, she loves to be outside as most kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuk5XseZ6iY/TXlOqHBq9wI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT1rkoisOLw/s1600/238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuk5XseZ6iY/TXlOqHBq9wI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT1rkoisOLw/s320/238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582579698449970946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ally and Kristin were able to get Bryn to sit long enough for a few pictures with Blake, Ally was dancing to keep her entertained.  We will miss them when we leave tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7023571127595247274?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7023571127595247274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7023571127595247274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7023571127595247274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7023571127595247274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2011/03/ally-wondered-why-we-havent-done.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLzQI_fsEUw/TXlOqm34XbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wfHKqrDNe-s/s72-c/352%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-841512407780032836</id><published>2010-05-23T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:27:51.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/S_lyhYVSS1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/KmB-UlU9ziQ/s1600/Danny_Avon_exhileration+after+a+try.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474532739838528338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/S_lyhYVSS1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/KmB-UlU9ziQ/s400/Danny_Avon_exhileration+after+a+try.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny and his Ruby team were down 12-0 in the second half Saturday when they caught fire!  It was an exciting game.  They won 24-17 and have advanced to the State Semi-finals on Memorial Day.  Regardless of the outcome, it will be an AWESOME day because most of our family will be there (Andy &amp;amp; Troy will be the only absentees).  In the pic to the right, Danny just scored the try (5 points) that changed the tone of the game...he was EXCITED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the game VERY hoarse...but it was sooo cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-841512407780032836?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/841512407780032836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=841512407780032836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/841512407780032836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/841512407780032836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-game.html' title='What a game!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/S_lyhYVSS1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/KmB-UlU9ziQ/s72-c/Danny_Avon_exhileration+after+a+try.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1472693290618180487</id><published>2010-05-16T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:08:21.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday to Remember</title><content type='html'>It was a GREAT plan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick-up my pants from the tailor, go to ally's Mayfest performance, see Danny's Rugby match and then enjoy the Leadership and Saturday evening sessions of Stake Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most GREAT plans, it quickly required revision.  Ally's Mayfest performance lasted 2 hours, not 1 which meant it ended just after Danny's AWAY Rugby match started.  In the past, I have been BAD about letting my feelings show when things don't go the way they were "supposed to" (sorry, Laurel!!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I was prayerful about 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  That I would be patient...remembering that I couldn't do anything about the fact that it was going to end just after 2.&lt;br /&gt;2.  That I would be able to catch the end of his game (which was happening down by the Indianapolis Zoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ally's performance, I was upbeat and positive.  We shared an enjoyable ride home chatting about things that happened during her show.  I left her @ home and, without any tension, just kept praying for 1 &amp;amp; 2 above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the Rugby field w/4 minutes left in the match (it was their second game of the state tournament).  They were down 10 - 5.  It was beginning to rain (thankfully, Mom keeps umbrellas in the car!!).  With about 1 minute left in the game, Danny got the ball.  He knifed into the center of the field.  First one Cathedral player hit him, then another until he had drawn 4 guys to him.  He was fighting forward, standing tall and just as they were about to take him down, he passed the ball.  That pass led to 3 more as his team reversed their direction and ran to the left.  Two of their fastest guys were on the wing.  Around the corner they went...and scored a try!!!  Five points...it's tied!!!  Because the try was touched down near the sideline, the kicker had the most sever angle possible to kick and score 2 more points to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time was expiring, the kicker drop-kicked the ball through the uprights...it was good!!  Make that GREAT!!  Two more points...the Nobleville Rampage had won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a game Saturday and if/when they win that one...they go to the State semi-finals in South Bend on Memorial Day!!  I'm looking forward to a Family Reunion picnic @ the State Semi-Finals in South Bend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the game was over, I hopped back in the car and drove to Muncie for Stake Conference.  I cried for several minutes because it was clear to me that the Lord had answered my prayers.  I felt so blessed!!  I was so happy for DAnny &amp;amp; his teammates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to my meeting about 10 minutes late.  The rest of the evening was full of GREAT talks from inspired sons and daughters of a loving Henavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday to remember...and I always will!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1472693290618180487?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1472693290618180487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1472693290618180487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1472693290618180487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1472693290618180487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday-to-remember.html' title='A Saturday to Remember'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-440928626671719177</id><published>2010-05-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:19:34.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It sure is quiet!!</title><content type='html'>Mom's in the beehive state&lt;br /&gt;Todd's at work&lt;br /&gt;Danny &amp;amp; Ally are @ school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's WAY quiet in the house when I'm home alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's rugby team won their first tournament game last night 20 to 5.  They play again Saturday.  Ally's choir sings @ May Fest Saturday as well.  Stake Conference starts Saturday...it will be a busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-440928626671719177?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/440928626671719177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=440928626671719177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/440928626671719177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/440928626671719177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-sure-is-quiet.html' title='It sure is quiet!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7803868558919352463</id><published>2010-05-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:20:11.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indifference</title><content type='html'>I have been pondering the concept of indifference for several weeks now.  It's a sad concept!  To feel nothing about an idea, a person, a family...not positive or negative...just indifferent.  So empty.  So lazy.  I believe indifference is a choice.  I believe it'san easy way out of difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to settle on an antonym of indifference that made sense to how I have been feeling.  I couldn't settle on a single word, but the phrase "make a difference" just connected as I was cutting the grass last week.  It fits with the outlook on living that I believe brings happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing to "make a difference"...in everything I do (or trying to anyway).  It's hard...but I am becoming more of the man, the husband, the father, the priesthood holder, the Oracle employee the Lord intended me to become because I AM trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps "making a difference" resonates w/you as well.  It's worth thinking about and acting upon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7803868558919352463?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7803868558919352463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7803868558919352463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7803868558919352463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7803868558919352463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/05/indifference.html' title='Indifference'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7344059157020972449</id><published>2010-05-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:55:53.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom celebrated her 54th Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grows more beautiful every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by spending Thursday - Saturday in St. Louis w/my parents and Sister...Dr. Aunt Trish.  Trish bought a home and we helped her settle in.  Mom &amp;amp; I enjoyed the chance to help...painting, unpacking, fixing small things.  It was GREAT to be together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast &amp;amp; testimony meeting today was amazing.  Person after person bore testimony to how they had been blessed by the service of others.  It came at a time when some members had become weary of all the service they had been providing.  I felt uplifted both for them and for myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself to find myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7344059157020972449?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7344059157020972449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7344059157020972449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7344059157020972449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7344059157020972449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1057297359562845389</id><published>2010-04-25T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:24:10.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite movies</title><content type='html'>The Mighty&lt;br /&gt;Second-hand Lions&lt;br /&gt;The In-Laws (original w/Peter Falk &amp;amp; Alan Arkin)&lt;br /&gt;IronMan&lt;br /&gt;The Testaments&lt;br /&gt;Nate's Group Stupid series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day: No!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1057297359562845389?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1057297359562845389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1057297359562845389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1057297359562845389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1057297359562845389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/04/favorite-movies.html' title='Favorite movies'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-637952129638488578</id><published>2010-04-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:22:44.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the ache from our labors</title><content type='html'>Ya gotta love Saturday's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mom and I started spreading mulch @ about 8:00 a.m.  We took down a tree in the front yard @ about 10:00 a.m. (it fell the wrong way and landed on the front porch roof...no real damage.  I made 2 judgement errors and paid a price).  Todd &amp;amp; I chopped it up.  We went to Danny's Rugby match (they won!) and returned home to finish cleaning up the tree (Danny &amp;amp; Todd both helped).  Mom and the boys went to MC Sports to purchase a Trampoline (yes, another one...so the grandkids can bounce when they visit in 6 weeks).  While they were gone, I cut the grass.  During the grass cutting Mom, Danny, Todd &amp;amp; I assembled the Trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A the while Ally babysat Lucy Marquart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm feeling the muscle ache of a Saturday well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Sacrament meeting.  Josh Lefgren gave a talk on Humilty...it was a wonderful talk.  Looking beyond all the great things he said, I believe it's the first Sacrament talk where I've heard "cajones" referred to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:  “Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.”  Rosaleen Dickson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-637952129638488578?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/637952129638488578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=637952129638488578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/637952129638488578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/637952129638488578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoying-ache-from-our-labors.html' title='Enjoying the ache from our labors'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-3838900129096148917</id><published>2010-04-07T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:42:32.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April!</title><content type='html'>Mom had pneumonia in March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut the grass on April 2nd and then got a stomach virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny has earned "Man of the Match" in his last 2 Rugby matches...beyond his obvious skill and passion for the sport, his sportsmanship pleases us the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally's on her "right of passage" journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd is enjoying the pleasant weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all sons and daughters of a loving Heavenly Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-3838900129096148917?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/3838900129096148917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=3838900129096148917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3838900129096148917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3838900129096148917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html' title='April!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-3714706005988749504</id><published>2010-03-22T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:17:52.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Flash from the Past</title><content type='html'>During the time in our lives when I was actively edging slightly ahead of everyone else in the world (but our bank account didn't realize it!), I was out and about, in my suit when the water pump went out on our car.  I recall being in the parking lot outside of an auto parts store, changing my water pump in my suit.  I haven't the slightest idea where the $ came from to purchase the water pump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow" came and with it a renewed desire to seek the Lord's guidance.  With his blessing, I ended up working @ NCR w/my good friend Randy Wardwell...and stopped trying to edge slightly ahead of the world.  What do you know...the scriptures are true..."seek first..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-3714706005988749504?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/3714706005988749504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=3714706005988749504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3714706005988749504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3714706005988749504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/03/flash-from-past.html' title='a Flash from the Past'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-4388356225384706438</id><published>2010-03-22T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:09:34.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I like being busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my mind and body both engaged in good work is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my best thinking is done while my body is working (like cutting the grass...or in Saturday's case, fertilizing).  The future looks bright when I'm thining about ways to make life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-4388356225384706438?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/4388356225384706438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=4388356225384706438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4388356225384706438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4388356225384706438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7458259612574834395</id><published>2010-03-13T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:01:46.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY quiet Saturday</title><content type='html'>The clouds hang low in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Rain drizzles down in fits and starts.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the 50's.&lt;br /&gt;Danny is in Nashville for Nash Bash.&lt;br /&gt;Todd's on his way to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Ally's learning about her new phone.&lt;br /&gt;It's VERY quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm using the time to get caught up on important things that don't always get down in the rush to deal with the urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mom and I were watching a DVR of our favorite show - NCIS.  during a commercial, we were talking and she reached down, gently pulled my head up to hers (I was on the floor, she on the couch) and gave me the most wonderful, soft, loving kiss.  It melted my heart and reminded me yet again how blessed I am to be able to be her husband.  It was heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Troy &amp;amp; Kristin for letting Todd &amp;amp; his buds spend the night last night.  You guys ROCK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7458259612574834395?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7458259612574834395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7458259612574834395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7458259612574834395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7458259612574834395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-quiet-saturday.html' title='A VERY quiet Saturday'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8353583097160687518</id><published>2010-03-07T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:26:41.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in a row!!</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening...looking @ being on the road all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly quiet today...really tired, for no apparent reason!  I'm definitely worn down a little after a VERY busy work week w/another coming up...BUT...knowing the God lives and that his Son, Jesus Christ is my Savior SHOULD help bouy me up.  Perhaps I'm feeling "quiet" because I haven't given the Lord a chance today.  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; I participated in a neighborhood "Progressive Dinner" last night.  We visited 5 homes w/about 15 people and had a VERY nice time.  We ended @ our house for dessert...Carrot cake, chocolate Creme pie &amp;amp; Lemon Cheescake!!!  We enjoyed chatting w/our neighbors!  They asked me to bless the food...nice to be known as someone williing to do so in ANY situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a physical last week...my cholesterol is "High" so I'm to begin taking some medication and visit the Dr. again in 3 months...no more Carrot Cake, 1/2 stick of butter on my toast and BLT's w/6 pieces of bacon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my fam.  I love my wife.  I'm working on felling happy at this moment.  I'm trying to understand "what I REALLY want" (I know the Lord wants it to be "Eternal Life" for me...I want to develop a burning desire for the same thing) so I can let it guide me around all the "what I want today" that comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is to be, it's up to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8353583097160687518?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8353583097160687518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8353583097160687518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8353583097160687518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8353583097160687518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-in-row.html' title='2 in a row!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8150550878961192193</id><published>2010-02-28T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:59:50.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>2:40 p.m., 28 February 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of February.  The last day of Oracle's 3rd Quarter.  The first day of the rest of my life and my best day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the anniversay of the day that Laurel &amp;amp; I were sealed for time AND eternity.  March 1st, 1980...30 years ago.  We had been married for more than 1 1/2 years before I was prepared to take her to the Temple.  I'm grateful to Heavenly Father that I'm even more prepared now...so we have been attending monthly doing @ least 2 sessions.  I cherish the moments in the Temple when I can gaze @ her for a few un-interrupted moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were sealed that first time (by Grant Bowler...Laurel's former HS Principal and then member of the St. George, Utah Temple Presidency), "they" (I don't remember who it was) brought Nate into the sealing room and laid him on the alter between us.  He was 3 1/2 months old.  I had no appreciation @ that moment how blessed and challenged we would be honoring our covenant to "multiply &amp;amp; replenish the earth".  Nathan, Anna, Shelley, Kristin, Todd, Jordan, Danny &amp;amp; Ally have loving and oft times unintentionally shown me my limitations while also showing me that something called a limitation today, is only a limitation tomorrow if I let it be so.  I'm grateful to the Lord for this knowledge &amp;amp; his example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can become a more regular blogger...if it is to be, it's up to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILU4E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love U 4 Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8150550878961192193?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8150550878961192193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8150550878961192193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8150550878961192193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8150550878961192193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-4657982660519757681</id><published>2009-11-11T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:13:18.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kristin gave me this idea and I have wanted to try it for the longest time, OH, oh, oh for the longest time- oops got off track, anyways, I am going to post recipes that I have found and tried and liked.  I will probably tweak them, as I normally do and as I did with this first one.  Hope you enjoy.  Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPgRYDDWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QiLZyN6hOyU/s1600-h/fmlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402929225055538530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPgRYDDWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QiLZyN6hOyU/s400/fmlogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many things that Ally and I like to do together is to go to the Noblesville Farmer's Market.  Sometimes we even get Dad to go.  It starts in May and ends the end of October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPgN4g6vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3N2WWSfUOeU/s1600-h/fmgoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402929224117971698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPgN4g6vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3N2WWSfUOeU/s400/fmgoods.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the wonderful fresh produce- the best corn on the cob, state produced honey(where you can even see the bees working and the queen bee just lazin' around)- plants, crafts and our favorite----- KETTLE CORN- fresh and hot.  The booth is near the end of the line (though there is still a whole other side to go by) and we make sure each week that we are able to go to the Market we buy our bag of KETTLE CORN- now those of you who have never tasted fresh, hot, right off the whatever it is they make it in- oh right out of the kettle, you don't know what Kettle Corn is suppose to taste like.  So one day as I was looking at a food blog that Anna introduced me to I found a recipe for:  you guessed it, KETTLE CORN-  I found it several weeks ago, but last week decided to give it a try- can we say Ummmmmm, Ummmmmm, Ummmmmm.  So far, Ally has made it at least once a day  except on Monday, when I made monkey bread. So I just knew that this had to be my first recipe entry.  So give it a try, I promise you it is good and is easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPf6D-v5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gun41NL08NU/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402929218797354898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPf6D-v5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gun41NL08NU/s400/DSC03642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         STOVE TOP KETTLE CORN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 TBLS. canola or vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup popcorn kernels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 TBLS. granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recipe for kettle corn isn't complicated-- it's the little tricks that matter.  So I'm going to teach you all the little tricks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Place a large stock pot on the stove top.  Set heat to medium-high.  Add oil.  While your oil is heating (it won't take long) measure out your popcorn into a small bowl.  Add sugar to the kernels.  When it's time to cook, everything moves very quickly, so it's important to have it all ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Wait until you see your oil smoke.  This is one little trick that a lot of people overlook, but it's important.  The smoke is very faint, but if you just stare at the pot (it helps to get down parallel to it), you'll see little billows of smoke coming up.  That's your cue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pour popcorn kernels and sugar into the pot.  Immediately stir using a wooden spoon or rubber spatula, scraping sugar from bottom of pan.  This step should only take about 10 seconds because I don't want a lawsuit from someone who got pooped in the eye with a popping kernel.  That is your first disclaimer.  ONLY 10 SECONDS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Cover the pot with the lid.  You will need to shake the pot with your hands and you'll want to make sure the lid stays on, so get a dish towel and drape it over the top of the pot and the two handles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Hold the pot by the handles in a way that you're securing the lid on as well and shake the pan side to side in all directions and up and down a few times.  (Ally takes the pot  away from the stove as not to break the stove top) Then place the pot back on the burner.  Do this every 20 seconds or so.  It will keep the sugar from burning  on the bottom and help the kernels to be evenly coated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. After a few minutes you should start hearing the pops. (if it doesn't start popping after a few minutes, crack the lid to let some of the pressure out.  Chances are when you put the lid back on, it will pop away).  Continue the shaking every 20 seconds or so until you can tell almost everything is popped.  Remove from the heat, remove the lid and stir immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sprinkle salt to taste and then keep stirring.  You can eat it warm right out of the pan (Disclaimer #2 caramelized sugar is HOT so don't eat it right away.) or let it cool completely.  It's great either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPfSz3NJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/J93RwBf8vCw/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402929208260768914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPfSz3NJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/J93RwBf8vCw/s400/DSC03643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use our largest pot, the first two times we made the recipe as is- but found that if we halved the recipe and added it to the first amount that it made more and was a good amount for that size of pot, I haven't tried doubling it yet, but since so far it's just Ally and me eating it, we really don't need any more- so here is the amount so you don't have to think:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup plus 1 1/2 tsp. canola or vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup plus 3 TBLS. popcorn kernels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup plus 1 1/2 tsp. granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-4657982660519757681?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/4657982660519757681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=4657982660519757681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4657982660519757681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4657982660519757681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/11/kristin-gave-me-this-idea-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvsPgRYDDWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QiLZyN6hOyU/s72-c/fmlogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-128318423671201139</id><published>2009-11-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:08:43.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fall, though these pictures were taken a couple of weeks ago before peak and now that they say it's peak, we have no leaves. But I had to show this picture it is one of my favorites. I woke up one saturday morning (one of two days I can sleep in and wake up to daylight. As the sun was coming up, it shined through the trees and created this. A thing a beauty. Now that the trees are bare it's another kind of beauty, I will try one day to capture that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtEnT1XZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yM-53qT4Fco/s1600-h/DSC03620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401483991628209554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtEnT1XZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yM-53qT4Fco/s400/DSC03620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtEVE462I/AAAAAAAAAOI/9obSwOX70mg/s1600-h/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401483986733689698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtEVE462I/AAAAAAAAAOI/9obSwOX70mg/s400/DSC03618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of two trees in our yard that we have with leaves, it is one of my favorite trees because of the color. Two bad it can't be that way all season long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtD0xUStI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5e-7uo8jMBM/s1600-h/DSC03604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401483978061662930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtD0xUStI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5e-7uo8jMBM/s400/DSC03604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the leaves were blown out of the gardens and the hammocks were taken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtDrHmERI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f6n7iNkVSp0/s1600-h/DSC03600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401483975470747922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtDrHmERI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f6n7iNkVSp0/s400/DSC03600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That touch of red in this picture is a Japanese Maple. A friend of mine is remodeling her house and she had two of these trees that needed to go. I took the smaller of the two. (The other one bit the dust as the workmen didn't know how to transplant a tree, let alone even dig one up.)Never did I realize that it would turn red in the fall. Sure hope it grows a lot next year and fills up that space. (I can dream can't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4105991493964888722-128318423671201139?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/128318423671201139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=128318423671201139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/128318423671201139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/128318423671201139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-fall-though-these-pictures-were.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SvXtEnT1XZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yM-53qT4Fco/s72-c/DSC03620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8529215340985914671</id><published>2009-10-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:48:53.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chestnuts roasting on a open fire- It's time of the year.  The time to finally start playing Christmas Music- well at least for one day while the kids carve their pumkins.  Yes we did it late this year, and only picked out the pumpkins yesterday.  We have found as the kids get older, harder to get them all together at the same time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SutgZGtqiSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_TBTZA-BTpo/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398514562748811554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SutgZGtqiSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_TBTZA-BTpo/s200/DSC03630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SutgY6h2GvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QslMbi1juuY/s1600-h/DSC03629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398514559478012658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SutgY6h2GvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QslMbi1juuY/s200/DSC03629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf5GRTM1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/AyUGYrSh4zg/s1600-h/DSC03639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398514012874027858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf5GRTM1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/AyUGYrSh4zg/s200/DSC03639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan ever so thoughtful- if you can't tell he carved Obama with the words HOPELESS underneath- I told him "if we get egged- it will be your fault"-  Danny believes there is no teenager around this area that would do it as they really don't care for the man. (not in his words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf4tLNQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/G8gUynJEZb8/s1600-h/DSC03635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398514006137586498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf4tLNQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/G8gUynJEZb8/s200/DSC03635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danny has guts coming out of his month and will have more out the top or in this case the side tomorrow night on Halloween when the Pumpkin is lying down in it's postion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf4LX2x6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Nqw4Vc5OR7c/s1600-h/DSC03633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398513997063833506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf4LX2x6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Nqw4Vc5OR7c/s200/DSC03633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd did carve his, two lines,  only able to see them when it is one its side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf36kfPvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AdUXzEa5Yr0/s1600-h/DSC03634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398513992553414386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sutf36kfPvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AdUXzEa5Yr0/s200/DSC03634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ally more traditional with the face- though I told her my faces would be the triangle eyes, nose and a smiley face with a couple of teeth.  So scary.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8529215340985914671?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8529215340985914671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8529215340985914671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8529215340985914671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8529215340985914671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/10/chestnuts-roasting-on-open-fire-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SutgZGtqiSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_TBTZA-BTpo/s72-c/DSC03630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-2862015311187985326</id><published>2009-08-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:56:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is from our trip to Atlanta and Erie, see I got it right this time and put the last ones on first.  Sort of, the reunion should of been before Lake Erie.  Oh well, maybe next time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMyuEzFT_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/sMCreQLcL8g/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694547526504434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMyuEzFT_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/sMCreQLcL8g/s200/DSC03065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brynley is so much fun or at least as much fun as a few week old baby can be.  It was just wonderful to just sit and hold her.  She has the longest fingers and toes that I have seen on a baby, and her feet reminded me of when I was carrying Kristin and how I could feel this body part go across the top of my stomach, I kept thinking that couldn't be her feet- it was, but she definitely has grown into her feet, just as Bryn will grow into hers.  Her arms remind Dad and I of Nathan's when he was this age- he seemed to be all arms.  But she is a cutie and we can't wait to see her in less than 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMytQ8OefI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BY2KyrTaWJc/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694533606210034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMytQ8OefI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BY2KyrTaWJc/s200/DSC03190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally walking on the beach of Lake Erie, I think after walking the beach on a Sunday she wishes we had one more day so she could go swimming.  It was a pleasant day- at least it became a pleasant day as earlier it had been raining.  But the sun came out and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMys25QgXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PTvVbN1S9xo/s1600-h/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694526614438258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMys25QgXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PTvVbN1S9xo/s200/DSC03124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the two of us walking on the beach- not shown is the picture where this man tried to throw this lady into the water.  Who would dare to do something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMysEIM3uI/AAAAAAAAALw/1YEsTmZBEl0/s1600-h/DSC03115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694512986906338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMysEIM3uI/AAAAAAAAALw/1YEsTmZBEl0/s200/DSC03115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad pouted at the reunion.  That's just like him, always pouting to get his way.  The reunion was great.  I didn't know more than three fourths of the people there.  I think the ones I know best are Aunt Carol's kids and Aunt Gerry's (mispelled maybe) kids.  It was great to see them and the Uncles and Aunts and of course Grandma and Grandpa Kohl, Aunt Trish, Aunt Margie and her family and Uncle Ken and his friend Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMyrgrioYI/AAAAAAAAALo/tgG-C80_Kgk/s1600-h/DSC03107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694503471456642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMyrgrioYI/AAAAAAAAALo/tgG-C80_Kgk/s200/DSC03107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a nice picture of Aunt Trish, Dad took one of when she bent over, not very becoming and I don't think she would of wanted that pose here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get my haircut while we were there.  I had asked Aunt Margie if she had brought her scissors (sp?) and she told me no and asked why, I told her I told her I felt like I had a mulet, she told me she didn't need scissors to cut hair she could cut hair with a butcher knife if it was sharp enough.  We all had a great laugh, but then she tried to, but the knife was to dull, luckily I had my sewing scissors in the car and she did cut my hair, I have liked it ever since. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-2862015311187985326?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/2862015311187985326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=2862015311187985326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2862015311187985326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2862015311187985326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-from-our-trip-to-atlanta-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMyuEzFT_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/sMCreQLcL8g/s72-c/DSC03065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-699060009457883959</id><published>2009-08-24T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:33:27.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvP36Wm6I/AAAAAAAAALg/ipwoZHRb-bk/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690730136378274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvP36Wm6I/AAAAAAAAALg/ipwoZHRb-bk/s200/DSC03052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the fact that the last pictures you pick are the first to go on the blog- I don't think I will ever get this down.  And I'm sure that I have already posted most of these. Which I say "so what" at least I'm blogging.  And I want to remind all those you have commented about my lack of blogging- let me just remind you just who started this blog- it wasn't me, ok, now that that is over.  I am finally home, not going any place until a week from Friday when we head down to Atlanta to see Brynley blessed.  I had the realization (is that even a word?) that Dad and I will have seen all of our Granddaugthers blessed this year, that is so cool.  Anyways- I love this picture of Ezra, he is so intent in what he is looking at, I'm sure it is the watermellon as that had all the kids looking.  At this time we had the Maten's staying with us.  It was hard to keep all the kids away from the little watermelon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvPBGtA1I/AAAAAAAAALY/AnxDox78sfA/s1600-h/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690715424228178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvPBGtA1I/AAAAAAAAALY/AnxDox78sfA/s200/DSC03051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alas, it really hasn't grown much more than this and some animal even ate one.  Hey it's our first attempt at growing watermelon, the tomatoes are doing well and providing us with enough for every day eating- got loves those BLTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvOnFZKAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OGtviwotu8M/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690708439410690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvOnFZKAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OGtviwotu8M/s200/DSC02854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at our Pool at the hotel when we took Jordan to the MTC.  Out to eat for Jordan's last supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvN8NMUvI/AAAAAAAAALI/9AY2eJ6a1IM/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690696929399538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvN8NMUvI/AAAAAAAAALI/9AY2eJ6a1IM/s200/DSC02924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvNHDLMkI/AAAAAAAAALA/L3zfyngwszc/s1600-h/DSC02852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690682660303426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvNHDLMkI/AAAAAAAAALA/L3zfyngwszc/s200/DSC02852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, has Ashlyn grown since this picture, she now has what we affectionately call Thunder Thighs.  Why is it so cute on a baby and so NOT on me.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-699060009457883959?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/699060009457883959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=699060009457883959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/699060009457883959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/699060009457883959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-fact-that-last-pictures-you-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SpMvP36Wm6I/AAAAAAAAALg/ipwoZHRb-bk/s72-c/DSC03052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-4348079666627697457</id><published>2009-07-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:27:57.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmH0Z3_mI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UNPTerlprwU/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003303781138018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmH0Z3_mI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UNPTerlprwU/s320/DSC02983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday Noon July 1st.  After we had a last meal at the Brick Oven, We are in front of the MTC, taking our pictures as this supposedly is as  close as we can come, because of the "Pig" Flu.  Jordan sure looks like a Missionary.  Though still need to work on the hands in the pocket approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan the new Missionary is now surrounded by "Babes" he looks like he is enjoying himself.  Shelley is wishing she could go with him.  She is so excited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmHSUzX8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gldivoLBiVQ/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003294633058242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmHSUzX8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gldivoLBiVQ/s320/DSC02987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a family shot, well  3.33333333 of his family.  Shelley is taking the picture, thanks Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmHCYuKjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/93XD-qL72TA/s1600-h/DSC02989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003290354526770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmHCYuKjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/93XD-qL72TA/s320/DSC02989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmHCYuKjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/93XD-qL72TA/s1600-h/DSC02989.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan and Dad- yes he now has hair, get use to it.  I believe it will not go away with a razor again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmGm92esI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xufwcx78I8E/s1600-h/DSC02994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003282994068162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmGm92esI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xufwcx78I8E/s320/DSC02994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmGSP133I/AAAAAAAAAKY/gJO9KmVWHwM/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003277432381298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmGSP133I/AAAAAAAAAKY/gJO9KmVWHwM/s320/DSC02997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hug for two years.  We are at the drop at the curb, take out bags and missionary and then drive away.  They first told us that we had to say our goodbyes in the parking lot as no one was to get out of the car except the Missionary, but when we drove up to the curb, my door was opened and they told us to say our last goodbyes, we will say that it was much easier this time, not the long drawn out, tearful goodbyes in times that are past.  We will miss Jordan, but excited for the growth in him that will take place in the next two years.  Serve well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-4348079666627697457?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/4348079666627697457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=4348079666627697457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4348079666627697457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4348079666627697457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/07/mtc.html' title='MTC'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfmH0Z3_mI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UNPTerlprwU/s72-c/DSC02983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-3542259293793280892</id><published>2009-07-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:02:07.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early July in Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiXbnkWWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SiqtbuEEec0/s1600-h/DSC02981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 3px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 7px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999173959080290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiXbnkWWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SiqtbuEEec0/s320/DSC02981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiWxjMFaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VF5lQW6DaI4/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999162666423714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiWxjMFaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VF5lQW6DaI4/s320/DSC02924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, so much for my weekly pictures of how does your garden grow, man where did the last two months go.  Anyway we went to Utah to take Jordan to the MTC here is a few pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan felt bad that he had given his Germany blanket to Liam and had nothing for Gavin, so he gave his BYU hat to him, Gavin proudly worn it for at least a few mintues.  It was so good to see everyone, we sure miss you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our first day in Utah.  The boys went swimming and I took pictures of them and Ashlyn, Ally took some too, but she was in the pool also at time.  Ashlyn continues to grow as do all babies do, wow she is sure cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiWc4m8sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0uflCFk7MLs/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999157119120066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiWc4m8sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0uflCFk7MLs/s320/DSC02881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys acted like they were fish in the water, it was fun to see them, glad we had a pool at the hotel, next time Grandpa and Grandma need to bring their swimming suits so we can join them.   Sure glad Ally brought hers.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiVptVx2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JHRI0_VdraM/s1600-h/DSC02864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999143381649250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiVptVx2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JHRI0_VdraM/s320/DSC02864.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/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiUoALdXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/40H89f_QbI8/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999125743924594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiUoALdXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/40H89f_QbI8/s320/DSC02854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-3542259293793280892?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/3542259293793280892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=3542259293793280892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3542259293793280892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3542259293793280892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/07/early-july-in-utah.html' title='Early July in Utah'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SlfiXbnkWWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SiqtbuEEec0/s72-c/DSC02981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7639587024227832642</id><published>2009-04-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:39:55.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The First of the weekly pictures of the gardens- I like to see the difference of the growth, now granted the spring flowers will go away, but I thought they looked pretty.  Just wanted to share.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0RW5QCkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/N44cX49H0x0/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901038313114178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0RW5QCkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/N44cX49H0x0/s320/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0RM-4pSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rb_n_Zbc0F4/s1600-h/DSC02413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901035652392226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0RM-4pSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rb_n_Zbc0F4/s320/DSC02413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week we had a few days of warmth-it was great and things really started to come up.  Now if I can keep the animals from pulling up the newly planted hostas that I split from others.  I think things will really be filled in this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0Q1k4-RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M5Zzx9qO8_A/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901029369346322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0Q1k4-RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M5Zzx9qO8_A/s320/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hamocks came out on Saturday and Dad and I both took time to enjoy them.  Always need to take time to smell the roses by laying and just listening to the sounds of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0QW7jS-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1rZmEQqKBso/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901021142895586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0QW7jS-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1rZmEQqKBso/s320/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7639587024227832642?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7639587024227832642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7639587024227832642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7639587024227832642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7639587024227832642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-of-weekly-pictures-of-gardens-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/Sez0RW5QCkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/N44cX49H0x0/s72-c/DSC02415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1455493388876259618</id><published>2009-04-05T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:04:04.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Tramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT_NDj-6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-ASb4Ld6DhI/s1600-h/DSC02397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321236042528062370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT_NDj-6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-ASb4Ld6DhI/s320/DSC02397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YESSSSSS!!!!!!  After many tries and much inpatience I finally succeed in down loading pictures from the camera to the computer.  We had wanted to show the pictures of what happened to the Trampoline during a major storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT-h6Sx0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FrKEp0RJk2k/s1600-h/DSC02395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321236030946461506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT-h6Sx0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FrKEp0RJk2k/s320/DSC02395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT-Xqg4oI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rm9CcOUSfAA/s1600-h/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321236028195922562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT-Xqg4oI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rm9CcOUSfAA/s320/DSC02392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were marks on the swingset and the wood around the play area where the Trampoline was dragged and tried to resist the power of the wind, but the wind won.  It finally ended wedged in between the trees.  It took some work but Dad and I were able to get it freed from the trees.  We gave the mat and springs to the Larsons.  The net went into the trash and all the metal we sold to a metal salvage place for 3 bucks Whahoo!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall miss the trampoline, hopefully we will replace it.  Ally, when she is better likes to jump, as does her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad suggested that we buy a 10ft tramp put in in the ground in front of the swings so kids can swing, jump off onto the tramp and then do a flip onto the ground.  I believe Dad thinks we are all gymnasts.  I'm sure in his youth he would of loved to try that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4105991493964888722-1455493388876259618?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1455493388876259618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1455493388876259618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1455493388876259618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1455493388876259618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-tramp.html' title='Goodbye Tramp'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SdjT_NDj-6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-ASb4Ld6DhI/s72-c/DSC02397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-3529110403560143768</id><published>2009-03-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:29:20.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March - a little bit of this and a little bit of that!</title><content type='html'>Really warm one day, cold the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny then dreary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windy then REALLY windy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocus's blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta's curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows open in the evening and closed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my FAVORITE time of year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-3529110403560143768?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/3529110403560143768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=3529110403560143768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3529110403560143768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3529110403560143768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit.html' title='March - a little bit of this and a little bit of that!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5933107090072442268</id><published>2009-01-27T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:34:35.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rNkrLc9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3fJ4Bhysgbo/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069567738246098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rNkrLc9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3fJ4Bhysgbo/s320/DSC02370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow-  Anna told me to take some pictures of our big snowfall and put them on our blog.  Well it has taken me over a week to do it and now they are saying we could get even more snow than what we got in this snowfall.  I'm hoping for a 2 hour delay.  Please not a snow day.  It just takes away a 3 day weekend and that's not fun.  But anyway, here is our "big snowfall"  a big 4 inches. &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rMYrnKGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DpF1Y4y0Kqs/s1600-h/DSC02373_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069547338967138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rMYrnKGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DpF1Y4y0Kqs/s320/DSC02373_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But of course I couldn't resist and I took a picture of one of my favorite bird.  Just second to the colorful Cardnial.  This is the Pileated Woodpecker.  It is our largest Woodpecker, it measures about 19 inches.  It is so cool to see it in the yard and even better at one of the suet feeders,  When we had small suet feeders it would wrap it's tail up over the bottom of the feeder up to the other side as it enjoyed the suet.  It was  fun to watch.  When it makes its sound you feel like you are in a jungle, almost like a monkey.  But you'll just have to come here in the summer to hear it's unusual sound.  Here it is on a tree, looking for some frozen bugs.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rLavbIhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/J00hMO6e4VQ/s1600-h/DSC02374_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069530711958034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rLavbIhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/J00hMO6e4VQ/s320/DSC02374_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Ally coming home from school.  The snowflakes were really big.  Can you see that she is wearing flip flops?  That's my daughter, or better yet she is her father's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5933107090072442268?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5933107090072442268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5933107090072442268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5933107090072442268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5933107090072442268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SX9rNkrLc9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3fJ4Bhysgbo/s72-c/DSC02370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1247386020928962760</id><published>2008-11-18T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:48:53.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUh-pbYKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Aid9TC5XKw/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008194194432162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUh-pbYKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Aid9TC5XKw/s320/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUN6s75TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4mbDhLLioFs/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007849538020658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUN6s75TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4mbDhLLioFs/s320/DSC02175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUNQG8X8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/IYM4_eU6rW8/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007838104379330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUNQG8X8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/IYM4_eU6rW8/s320/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUNPAM-7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l69BLP6_17A/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007837807672242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUNPAM-7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l69BLP6_17A/s320/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUMmC8wjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XdEe51U54GA/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007826813338162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUMmC8wjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XdEe51U54GA/s320/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1247386020928962760?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1247386020928962760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1247386020928962760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1247386020928962760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1247386020928962760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLUh-pbYKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Aid9TC5XKw/s72-c/DSC02176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-9170291797881037515</id><published>2008-11-18T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:55:17.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRhvJOzLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MZYZ9MM_1uE/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270004891497974962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRhvJOzLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MZYZ9MM_1uE/s320/DSC02175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so who said it was okay that when Ally was  14 she could be taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRhH6kHuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WPYCVEuqJHM/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRgxTcsHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1NDoTZeWLnY/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270004874897830002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRgxTcsHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1NDoTZeWLnY/s320/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This- now I guess I can be called "little Mama" time just goes by way to fast. Parents enjoy your little ones the grow up fast. I was told that when our 4 younger ones were small and I had taken them all grocery shopping with me. Well you can imagine they were all over the store and when someone said that to me, I wanted to laugh in their face. Having older kids have to easier than this- yes they get older but their problems and issues just change to match their size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with the boys- I don't think any will pass Dad.  Danny will give it a good try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRgrvWujI/AAAAAAAAAGo/grIYG6fNtZY/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270004873404267058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRgrvWujI/AAAAAAAAAGo/grIYG6fNtZY/s320/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-9170291797881037515?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/9170291797881037515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=9170291797881037515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/9170291797881037515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/9170291797881037515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-who-said-it-was-okay-that-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SSLRhvJOzLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MZYZ9MM_1uE/s72-c/DSC02175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8145372641227408184</id><published>2008-11-15T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:51:19.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad again!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  This was a great week!  I spent Wednesday evening w/Troy and Kristin and then Thursday evening and Friday with my parents while in the Atlanta area for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was GREAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my first episode of "Fringe" w/the Wardwell's and I swapped stories w/my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give up what you really want for what you want today!"  Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8145372641227408184?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8145372641227408184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8145372641227408184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8145372641227408184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8145372641227408184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/11/dad-again.html' title='Dad again!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-755961114151959937</id><published>2008-11-06T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:51:15.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9cDifjiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VENMdn3PQ88/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549572777676322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9cDifjiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VENMdn3PQ88/s320/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some more of the pictures that Ally and I took, the one on the left is deep in the woods.   There looks like there is a trail, not sure if it is the one that Bill Prebble made back there or not, this is my favorite time of the year for the woods, as the ground gets its blanket of leaves and you can actually walk back there without fear of poison ivy.  Now when the snow falls that creates another kind of beauty, espically when the deer are back there-as long as they still in the woods and not come and eat my tender plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9bxGjeCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1nx5H2rOKH4/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549567828654114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9bxGjeCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1nx5H2rOKH4/s320/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played around with different settings, these are kind of dark but they are still pretty.  No wonder my house is a wreck, when I have this to look at for just a short time in the span of the fall season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9bCzEveI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OQwLeKQycvg/s1600-h/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549555398917602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9bCzEveI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OQwLeKQycvg/s320/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-755961114151959937?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/755961114151959937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=755961114151959937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/755961114151959937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/755961114151959937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-are-some-more-of-pictures-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL9cDifjiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VENMdn3PQ88/s72-c/DSC02140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-889742355548489010</id><published>2008-11-06T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:18:56.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6rirhOuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B4iJnQrSdKY/s1600-h/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546540300188386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6rirhOuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B4iJnQrSdKY/s320/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ally and I are having fun taking different pictures of the yard.  This is what I see when I look out the back window.  When the sun shines on the leaves everything takes on a orange hue.  It is absolutely beautiful and pictures can't show even 10% of the beauty that is around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6rW1h3OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FmSIRv-hP7U/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546537120947426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6rW1h3OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FmSIRv-hP7U/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6qzAyS3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CZZv8pj_Qxg/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546527504485234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6qzAyS3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CZZv8pj_Qxg/s320/DSC02076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lot of the hostas have turned this yellow color, I really prefer this to the brown. Our newest Maple that we put in about 3 years ago is one of the latest to get its red color,  while most of the other tree have already lost their leaves the maples are hanging in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6qGwAwGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BLKQacm-gRw/s1600-h/DSC02031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546515622969442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6qGwAwGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BLKQacm-gRw/s320/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6qftKz7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OrE4BqxjlsM/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546522321932210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6qftKz7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OrE4BqxjlsM/s320/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ally is turning into quite the little photographer (not so little though I think she is as tall as me now)  I thought this was a cool picture. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-889742355548489010?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/889742355548489010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=889742355548489010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/889742355548489010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/889742355548489010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SRL6rirhOuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B4iJnQrSdKY/s72-c/DSC02122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1847442438728929028</id><published>2008-10-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:15:25.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carvin' those pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQhCOjUu_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kpVIeDS5esU/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262528982350233138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQhCOjUu_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kpVIeDS5esU/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The time had come to put on the Christmas Music, get out the carving sets and get down to the yuck and muck.  It was a little quiet this year,  everyone just got down to doing there thing.  I felt a little left out this year, NO ONE needed my help.  Wow, after 28 years of doing pumpkins, I had nothing to do, but take pictures and play computer games as the kids got down to carving their masterpieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9BGOaAaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e7s6PqY1Spc/s1600-h/DSC02024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262523253642625442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9BGOaAaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e7s6PqY1Spc/s320/DSC02024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9A14_YtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jz8CIQjbYpc/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262523249257833170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9A14_YtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jz8CIQjbYpc/s320/DSC02023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Pictures are out of order, but please be patient with me, I'm still a beginner, someday it will all go the right way, but anyway, back to the Pumpkins.  I was saying to the kids that I didn't have anything to do.  Todd said to me "You could of carved your own pumpkin"  Do you think?????  Maybe next year, when there is only 2 kids at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9Ar0sKXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zvzIrro77KU/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262523246555441522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9Ar0sKXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zvzIrro77KU/s320/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQg9ACuvm3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NB_8XU1biM8/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;Now I have all the guts of the pumpkins in the frig in the garage, waiting for me to clean them up and salt the seeds.  Yummmm, luckliy this can wait for a couple of days.  I don't have young children that need me all the time.  But other things just seem to fill up my time.  Now when will I get to the apples that are sitting in the garage?????&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/4105991493964888722-1847442438728929028?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1847442438728929028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1847442438728929028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1847442438728929028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1847442438728929028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/10/carvin-those-pumpkins.html' title='Carvin&apos; those pumpkins'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQhCOjUu_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kpVIeDS5esU/s72-c/DSC02020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-4634831679925712728</id><published>2008-10-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:49:18.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJMCfEAPI/AAAAAAAAADw/E6cNvApFsdo/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129260873285874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJMCfEAPI/AAAAAAAAADw/E6cNvApFsdo/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today October 25th, 2008 is in honor of Hobie- Hobie was put to sleep today after having suffered from a large tumor on the side of his neck for a good part of a year, but lately he lost all the hair on the tumor and it started coming out with bumps and then the bumps started ozzing, after many thoughtful hours we came to the conculsion that this needed to end.  He was suffering and it was time to stop.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJLizvMzI/AAAAAAAAADo/S-BR2924mzE/s1600-h/Allys+Pictures+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129252370068274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJLizvMzI/AAAAAAAAADo/S-BR2924mzE/s320/Allys+Pictures+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes Hobie was a pain, he would jump up on the counter when no one was around and then sheepishly look away when someone walked into the room, he knew he had did something wrong, but the lure of the food was just to great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJLJ9XscI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZNpU4JWAFcs/s1600-h/Allys+Pictures+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129245699584450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJLJ9XscI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZNpU4JWAFcs/s320/Allys+Pictures+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there were the times that he would steal food off your plate you when left it for a second or two.  Then there was the cat hair everywhere, we are just truely amazed that he was advertised as a short hair male cat- male he was- and he even had hair, but short it wasn't.  The 12 years he lived with us hold many good memories, he loved to cuddle and be petted, though he would drool if petted to long.  He loved to lick you, especially if you were a little sweaty (he loved the salt) He loved to play with strings and plastic bags and chase after the laser light.  He let you know when he wanted to be fed and would often be found by my (Mom) chair whenever we ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJK760kQI/AAAAAAAAADY/tN8LPws18KI/s1600-h/Allys+Pictures+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129241930797314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJK760kQI/AAAAAAAAADY/tN8LPws18KI/s320/Allys+Pictures+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We will miss this member of our family, though now it will be safe to let small children loose and not worry about an animal that didn't like anyone close to his size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJKhGaPmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qgPLy6xEnBI/s1600-h/946200-R1-06-8_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129234731646562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJKhGaPmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qgPLy6xEnBI/s320/946200-R1-06-8_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hobie will be buried on Monday, in the back under a tree.  He loved to roam back there and would often hide under the Hostas waiting for an unsuspecting squrriel or chipmonk.  So in his honor we will plant a hosta over his grave.  He will truely be missed.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-4634831679925712728?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/4634831679925712728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=4634831679925712728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4634831679925712728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4634831679925712728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/10/hobie.html' title='Hobie'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SQNJMCfEAPI/AAAAAAAAADw/E6cNvApFsdo/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8225231456770242525</id><published>2008-10-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:17:17.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Ghost in the Graveyard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SPc85B7XHVI/AAAAAAAAACo/JIkFbz_3abU/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257738040445967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SPc85B7XHVI/AAAAAAAAACo/JIkFbz_3abU/s320/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since we lived in Fairfield Farms where fine families find fun-and the Yargers put up the hand holding ghosts.  I had wanted to do the same thing.  But I figured it would cost a lot and take a lot of time to put together, but, this was the year, I found sheets at a really good price and then was able to obtain the dowl rods and styrofoam balls.  It took me less than 45 minutes to make them.  The hard part was working around the tree roots.  It looks pretty cool so cool that the doorbell rang a couple of days ago and there was a teenage girl there, she said her name was Ashley and could she take pictures of some of our Halloween decorations for her AP Photography class.  I told her yes, she immediately went to to my ghosts.  At night, because I purposely put them around one of the landscaping lights they light up, sort of ghostly looking.  The effect in the picture isn't as cool as the real thing and looking out of Ally's bedroom window they really look awesome.  Wrong thing for Ally to see, I don't thing she has looked out her window since I put them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SPc85eslLuI/AAAAAAAAACw/11W8ai6KfHU/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257738048168603362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SPc85eslLuI/AAAAAAAAACw/11W8ai6KfHU/s320/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8225231456770242525?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8225231456770242525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8225231456770242525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8225231456770242525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8225231456770242525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghost-in-graveyard.html' title='Ghost in the Graveyard?'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SPc85B7XHVI/AAAAAAAAACo/JIkFbz_3abU/s72-c/DSC02010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7567756045326184044</id><published>2008-10-10T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:01:22.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The red walnut picture!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SO-YKpzlPwI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7bWsKHF7SY/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255586598952976130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SO-YKpzlPwI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7bWsKHF7SY/s320/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here is the long awaited red walnut picture.  That thing stayed up there for more than a day, kind of weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7567756045326184044?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7567756045326184044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7567756045326184044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7567756045326184044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7567756045326184044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-walnut-picture.html' title='The red walnut picture!!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SO-YKpzlPwI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7bWsKHF7SY/s72-c/DSC02001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-642614971802094381</id><published>2008-10-10T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:50:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big thank you to Kristin</title><content type='html'>Ok the last post was to read as the above read, but, my wonderful lap top is so sensitive that all of a sudden I had posted my blog with out finishing it.  So here is the story to the last picture.   When we were out in Utah for Kristin and Troy's wedding we had the oppurtunity to go to one of Gavin's soccer games, boy did it bring back memories.  He is so like his father, though if I might say, a little more dramatic.  Course, Nathan, may not of thought of it, but Gavin did.  He got to show that he was hurt and very dramatic like.  We loved t and who cares how he played, he is our Grandson and we love him and loved watching him play or should I say lay on the ground and hold different body parts that he felt was hurt.  It was great.  We love our family!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-642614971802094381?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/642614971802094381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=642614971802094381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/642614971802094381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/642614971802094381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-thank-you-to-kristin.html' title='A big thank you to Kristin'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8364273916384629952</id><published>2008-10-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:45:20.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABGavin and Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SO-P4YDM7yI/AAAAAAAAABw/bYF6pTH63AE/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577488855985954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SO-P4YDM7yI/AAAAAAAAABw/bYF6pTH63AE/s320/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is my big Thank you to Kristin who talked me through on how to put pictures on this blog.  Maybe now I will write more (me/Mom) now that I can make it a little more exciting.  Anyway on to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8364273916384629952?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8364273916384629952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8364273916384629952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8364273916384629952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8364273916384629952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/10/abgavin-and-soccer.html' title='ABGavin and Soccer'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SO-P4YDM7yI/AAAAAAAAABw/bYF6pTH63AE/s72-c/DSC01892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1523932731858233745</id><published>2008-09-22T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:46:43.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.</title><content type='html'>It all started Sunday morning at 7:30ish am.  We got a pleasant wake up call from a very happy little guy, with another one in the background.  Though he wouldn't say anything to us, we knew he was happy just to have his Mom's cell phone.  The morning continued to be normal, Dad got up and started on his sunday school lesson (how he can do it in just one sitting I will never know and the morning of)  I, Mom got up and took my shower, got Ally up to take hers while I did my hair.  It continued normal, we ate breakfast, I even had time to read the paper and start the puzzles.  Dad had gone up stairs, suddenly he called me up, telling me, he knew it was a bother, but he needed me.  I came up the stairs, when I got to the room he had me close my eyes.  He guided me to his desk and then told me to open my eyes and look out a certain window. I opened my eyes and there on a high tree branch was a red walnut?- no, not a red walnut, but a red TOMATO!!!!!  After a good laugh and my running downstairs to get the camera, we took a picture, now I'm sure everyone would like to see the tomato on the tree branch, but alas, I have yet to figure out how to post a picture on this wonderful blog.  I decided that it was probably better that I just write this time, rather than try once again to post a picture and get frustrated and do nothing at all, since it has been a rather long time since the last time Dad blogged.  Now back to the tomato, earlier we had watched a chipmonk grab the last few remaining tomatoes that were on the ground and scamper up in Big Bertha.  Not realizing that it had just set one of the tomatoes on a branch.  Dad did say later that it came back and took a couple of bites and then left it.  Even this morning it is still there.  I wonder if the chipmonk is looking for salt to go with it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1523932731858233745?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1523932731858233745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1523932731858233745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1523932731858233745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1523932731858233745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-shoe-on-wall-shouldnt-be-there-at.html' title='That shoe on the wall shouldn&apos;t be there at all.'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-2114554793708849346</id><published>2008-07-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:40:09.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a jouney!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been an adventurous 2 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd and I left Indianapolis @ 8:00 p.m. EDT on Sunday, 6/22 and drove straight through to SLC.  We made it @ about 4:45 p.m. MDT...nearly 23 hours later.  We had the van set up with a bed in the back (only had our bags in car top carrier and some boxes for Nate), so we alternated driving and resting.  I don't hink I could have done it w/out Todd...THX, son!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent several days in Syracuse, UT w/Nate and his fam, bought Shelley a car, had dinner w/Nate's fam and the girls @ Macaroni grill, packed up Kris's belongings and then just kicked back and relaxed for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel and Ally had flown out the week before.  On Friday, 6/27 we packed up the car (our stuff and Kristin's...it was TIGHT!) and set out for Atlanta.  Our first stop was Topeka, KS for the night.  We had a SMOOTH journey.  I was AMAZED to so clearly see why the star spangled banner uses the phrase..."amber waves of grain".  It's EVERYWHERE this time of year in Kansas.  Golden and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early the next morning and made it to Newnan, GA (just SE of Atlanta) by 9:45 p.m. Saturday night.  We drove through a WHOPPER of a thunderstorm between Chattanooga and Atlanta.  One side benefit was that the MAJOR bug layer on the front of the ca and car top carrie was washed right off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended church w/Kristin, her fianceTroy Wardwell and much of the Wardwell family in thier son Trent's ward...he's the Bishop.  After church, we unloaded Kristin's stuff @ Troy's cond0 (CLEARLY a bachelor's abode!) and spent the afternoon w/the Wardy's.  That evening, we went up to my sister Margie's and spent the evening w/my folks (who came over for a visit) and Margie's fam.  She had baked a cake that looked like a cupcake for Todd's bd...which we celebrated there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was "spend the day w/the Kohl's" day.  Todd, Ally and Grant (Margie and Biil's youngest) spent 4 hours @ White Water doing the water slides.  The adults chatted, shopped and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we packed up the car yet again (but there was WAY more room!) and headed home.  We arrived @ about 5:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4400 miles later, we were done w/an AMAZING trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...when you can afford one, get a GPS...they are OUTSTANDING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-2114554793708849346?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/2114554793708849346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=2114554793708849346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2114554793708849346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2114554793708849346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-jouney.html' title='What a jouney!!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5671491701193004947</id><published>2008-06-20T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:25:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey begins...</title><content type='html'>Mom and Ally left today to visit the fam in Utah!  Danny is at a LDS Encampment.  Jordan, Todd and I are trying to decide who will make the stroganoff.  I think it's going to be me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fry my noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel blessed for all the wonderous things that are happening in my life right now...Krisitin is engaged to a man who is named after an ancient city.  Jordan is enrolled @ the "Y".  Ally likes Chase.  Todd is becoming the world's great WOW player.  Danny has his drives license.  Mom is a foxy babe.  Shelley is getting a new car.  Nate and Shauna have a shady patio.  Andy and Anna live in a sata bigger than many countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo many blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...never stop dreaming...while you work to make those dreams some true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5671491701193004947?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5671491701193004947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5671491701193004947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5671491701193004947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5671491701193004947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/06/journey-begins.html' title='A journey begins...'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7913453504808606352</id><published>2008-05-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:52:35.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SDsGwVjtBGI/AAAAAAAAABg/I4hsEpsSHmo/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204761221847123042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SDsGwVjtBGI/AAAAAAAAABg/I4hsEpsSHmo/s320/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, the first of Jordan and Danny's LDS Prom pics.  they both looked SHARP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7913453504808606352?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7913453504808606352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7913453504808606352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7913453504808606352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7913453504808606352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-promised-first-of-jordan-and-dannys.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SDsGwVjtBGI/AAAAAAAAABg/I4hsEpsSHmo/s72-c/DSC01526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1777670090903323180</id><published>2008-05-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:32:57.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another BEAUTIFUL Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful, beautiful, busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I accomplished LOTS, Jordan and Dan went to the "Mormon Prom" (it's where they are right now...pictures to follow).  Ally played with friends all day.  Todd played video games and didn't come out of the basement much at all (although he did cut the front yard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're winding down now...bed sound REALLY good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1777670090903323180?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1777670090903323180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1777670090903323180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1777670090903323180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1777670090903323180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-beautiful-saturday.html' title='Another BEAUTIFUL Saturday'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5168011969563199754</id><published>2008-05-20T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:27:47.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Madness!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SDNsNv3jFqI/AAAAAAAAABY/oabeRANDqPI/s1600-h/speaking+to+a+vice+president.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202620977986606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SDNsNv3jFqI/AAAAAAAAABY/oabeRANDqPI/s320/speaking+to+a+vice+president.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May...Spring time! Yard work! The end of our Fiscal Year blitz! More yard work! Rugby! More yard work! BEAUTIFUL weather...this year anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a GREAT time of year...yet more yard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We replaced the playground mulch in our playground area. Spread 45 yards of decorative mulch in our growing inventory of garden space (Mom did most of that!!). Planted LOTS of flowers and plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also replaced our trampoline with a slightly larger one...that has the webbed enclosure. Can't keep grandkids safe enough, I always say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We added a "baby" swing to the play set and repaired the rope swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom has turned our yard into an Eden...it's beautiful...just like her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is generally well. Jordan gradudates on 5/30...it can't come soon enough for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5168011969563199754?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5168011969563199754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5168011969563199754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5168011969563199754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5168011969563199754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-madness.html' title='May Madness!!!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/SDNsNv3jFqI/AAAAAAAAABY/oabeRANDqPI/s72-c/speaking+to+a+vice+president.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5352603906186238876</id><published>2008-04-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:00:33.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is a special day...</title><content type='html'>What a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball this morning @ 7:00 am.  I LOVE assists and I had some great ones!  Assists are like service...helping those around you be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there were 3 High School kids there...not members.  They were commenting on my size and joking about trying to get taller.  I told them the Crisco joke.  They laughed!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't supposed to be nice enough to work outside...but it was, so Mom and I worked outside.  I pressure washed the deck, patio and bird feeders.  Momma edged in preparation for mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I work in the yard, I often think...deeply.  Today was no different.  I've been troubled by several things @ work and I decided on a course of action.  I was also able to appreciate how great this planet really is...what a miracle!  Truely a gift from our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be "becoming" something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5352603906186238876?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5352603906186238876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5352603906186238876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5352603906186238876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5352603906186238876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturday is a special day...'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5897297057683578328</id><published>2008-04-18T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:58:00.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The earth moved'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“We felt the earth move under our feet.”  Wow, what a wake up call, or would have been if we were still in bed.  We had an earthquake this morning at 5:39am.  Jordan thought he must be sick as the mirror was moving and it doesn’t normally.  Danny had his head underwater and didn’t hear or feel to much.  Todd and Ally were both asleep, but for this to happen right now for Ally is pretty neat as her science class is teaching about earthquakes, she was happy not to be awake.  Dad was upstairs and I was in the kitchen, I had just turned off the mixer (making cinnamon bread)  it sounded like a big wind gust, the windows rattled and rattled, I thought maybe Dad had fallen down or something.  then I heard him come down the stairs.  It was kind of weird.  But now we have had nothing but items about the earthquake on the local news and they even pre-empted the Today show.  Wow! 5.4.  Cool!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5897297057683578328?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5897297057683578328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5897297057683578328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5897297057683578328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5897297057683578328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-felt-earth-move-under-our-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-6011386189813490941</id><published>2008-04-12T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:08:09.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Willing Tax Payer!</title><content type='html'>Finally!  Done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY small Federal return.  Larger State payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always worry how it will come out...but not enough to estimate throughout the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe it's a blessing to be a conservative taxpayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chilly, rainy day.  Had enough dry time to replace 3 steps on the deck.  More need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom worked outside ALL day long yesterday...because it was BEAUTIFUL and spring-like and she LOVEs to work in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusta National is one BEAUTIFUL spot on this wonderful planet that the Lord has given us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-6011386189813490941?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/6011386189813490941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=6011386189813490941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6011386189813490941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6011386189813490941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/04/willing-tax-payer.html' title='A Willing Tax Payer!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-2832852818279439677</id><published>2008-04-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:28:26.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and Happy!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday morning...the grass is VERY green (fertilized before we left on vacation!), the daffodils are out, we have some tulips blooming, the wind is blowing and it's in the 60's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's GREAT to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the fam invested in a Time Share vacation home through Starwood Vacation Properties.  Two weeks a year of a 2 Bedroom, 2 Bath condo.  Sleeps 6 easily.  We can use the time anywhere @ any time, based on availability.  It's the fam's.  we'll figure out a way to sahre it w/all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow always comes...so work hard @ and make the most of today and your tomorrow's will always be the BEST they can be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-2832852818279439677?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/2832852818279439677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=2832852818279439677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2832852818279439677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2832852818279439677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-and-happy.html' title='Home and Happy!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7692411174800790351</id><published>2008-04-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:34:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney and the Universe</title><content type='html'>What a GREAT 3 days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Monday and Tuesday on the Disney campus, visiting the Magic Kingdom, Disney Studios and Epcot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode all the cool rides, walked over 12,000 steps each day and had a GREAT time.  My favorite ride was the Tower of Terror @ Disney Studios...I kept my eyes closed the whole ride and had a GREAT time!!!!!    =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we spent the day @ Universal's Islands of Adventure...again riding all the cool rides...the Incredible Hulk roller coaster, the Spiderman 3D ride and LOTs of other rides.  Ally, Mom and I we on a VERY wet rafting ride...then Ally and I went again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going back (our flights not until 8:00 pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to going home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sunning in Florida, our daughter Kristin was getting to know a young man our family has known for his whole life...he and Kristin were born in Detroit, MI.  Kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, our family donated to the American Idol "giving back" charity.  We fet good doing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give up what you really want for what you want today."  Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7692411174800790351?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7692411174800790351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7692411174800790351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7692411174800790351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7692411174800790351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/04/disney-and-universe.html' title='Disney and the Universe'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-6062277951067732400</id><published>2008-04-05T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:07:56.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Feelings!</title><content type='html'>We're here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're staying @ a Sheraton Vacation Resort.  Lots of room. Cool place!  Has a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night here, we ate @ Bennigan's and shopped @ the most crowded WalMart I have ever shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're driving over the the beach today...wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day..."Rebel agaist the machine...before it's too late"  Nathan Kohl (before he bacame Nate Kohl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-6062277951067732400?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/6062277951067732400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=6062277951067732400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6062277951067732400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6062277951067732400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/04/florida-feelings.html' title='Florida Feelings!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-747008143242123560</id><published>2008-03-31T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:14:41.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days and Mondays...</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Monday and it is raining...occasional Thunder showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Doctor this a.m. and was diagnosed w/Bronchial Pneumonia.  Stiff antibiotics and some congestion relief and I should be feeling better in a day or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad yesterday that I missed Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great family home evening...Dan picked "Down by the river" as our song (Jordan doesn't like it but he accepted it), Todd gave a lesson out of the Ensign about getting the most out of General Conference.  Jordan picked Rummikub for the activity, and Ally took us to Maggie Moo's for refreshments.  EVERYONE kept the spirit about them and we had a GREAT time!  Family Home Evening is WORTH the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the strongest of the species that survives, not the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change."  Charles Darwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this a TON @ work...because what we do is all about dealing with change.  BUT...I think it really applies to us as well.  While the Gospel contains truths that are CONSTANT, life changes constantly...school, marriage, chlidren, politics, economics...etc.  Our ability to stay tightly anchored to truth and adapt to the changes around us...in the world, not of the world, is a determining factor in our eternal "survival".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Michelle Elizabeth Kohl!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-747008143242123560?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/747008143242123560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=747008143242123560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/747008143242123560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/747008143242123560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title='Rainy Days and Mondays...'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-2281053873858099003</id><published>2008-03-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:02:25.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A talentless cabbage goes to a talent show</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the Noblesville Ward talent show...and for the first time I can remember, our family has NO one entered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could go and exhibit my talent for embarassing my children?  Maybe I could talk to (OK, lecture) my children...I do have THAT talent!  Why not sing the first 4 words of 100 songs in less than 10 minutes?  Or, I could display my talent to "NOT listen when my family needs someone to listen and then try to solve their problem".  I guess I could show the HUGE lint ball I've collected from lint I dig out of my belly button each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the world have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't state your position in eight words or less, you don't have a position."  Seth Godin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have any positions!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-2281053873858099003?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/2281053873858099003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=2281053873858099003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2281053873858099003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/2281053873858099003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/03/talentless-cabbage-goes-to-talent-show.html' title='A talentless cabbage goes to a talent show'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1529998964973708255</id><published>2008-03-15T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:55:03.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting caught up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6UhFCP7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KQg4hDCk488/s1600-h/08+NASH+BASH+Danny+running.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178148164464689074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6UhFCP7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KQg4hDCk488/s320/08+NASH+BASH+Danny+running.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Several weks ago, Jordan, Danny and I went to Nashville, TN for the NASH BASH Rugby event.  this is Danny "moving in for the tackle".  Note the mohawk haircut on the other player...a tradition for NASH BASH that Danny ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6UxFCP8I/AAAAAAAAABA/cO2EO2zLMKM/s1600-h/08+Nash+Bash+Jordan+catching.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178148168759656386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6UxFCP8I/AAAAAAAAABA/cO2EO2zLMKM/s320/08+Nash+Bash+Jordan+catching.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jordan catching a kick!  It's an AMAZING testimonial to how far the boys have come since their "gangly youth" that he is actually makes LOTS of great catches. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6VRFCP9I/AAAAAAAAABI/U3_VTdEdpJE/s1600-h/08+NASH+BASH+throw+in.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178148177349590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6VRFCP9I/AAAAAAAAABI/U3_VTdEdpJE/s320/08+NASH+BASH+throw+in.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the ball goes out of bounds, the players take turns giving each other a wedgie puttin gthe ball back into play &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6VhFCP-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/5givJQ3g9I4/s1600-h/08+NASH+BASH+rugby+bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178148181644558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6VhFCP-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/5givJQ3g9I4/s320/08+NASH+BASH+rugby+bag.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a bag that Jordan purchased...a Hooker is a postion on the team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's Saturday night, 3/15/08.  Mom had a Stake Activity Day activity.  I was the shuttle bus.  Dan and Jordan played Rugby.  Todd baked "puffins".  Ally baked cookies.  We went out to eat @ Steak and Shake...I had a Frisco melt.  Upon our return, we watched "Dan in real life"...and enjoyable movie.  Don't forget to enjoy life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quote for the day..."Don't give up what you really want for what you want today"  President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1529998964973708255?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1529998964973708255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1529998964973708255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1529998964973708255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1529998964973708255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-caught-up.html' title='Getting caught up!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8MutmVLKUs/R9x6UhFCP7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KQg4hDCk488/s72-c/08+NASH+BASH+Danny+running.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-3493736879275015822</id><published>2008-03-07T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:03:20.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Frigid but Fantastic Friday!</title><content type='html'>It's GREAT to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain."  Matthew 5:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struugling with some Leadership opportunities @ work...feeling a bit like I'm over my head.  It's been frustrating.  I've allowed it to get me down.  For the first time in a LONG time, I haven't been sure about what actions to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading last night and was reminded to "...seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be addeed unto you."  Matthew 6:33 (and Luke, 3 Nephi &amp;amp; Doctrine &amp;amp; Covenants).  It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.  I felt light and happy for the first itme in days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing to have the Gospel of Jesus Christ as an active part of my life.  If I seek the Lord first, I'll find the answers I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm doing!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well w/everyone.  The Indiana Cabbage sure love you LOTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-3493736879275015822?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/3493736879275015822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=3493736879275015822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3493736879275015822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3493736879275015822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-frigid-but-fantastic-friday.html' title='It&apos;s a Frigid but Fantastic Friday!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-3072527785177034825</id><published>2008-03-03T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:27:26.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 degrees, cloudy, blustery.  It was a BEAUTIFUL week-end...both in Nashville (Nash Bash) and Indy.  Mom said I even got a bit of sun...hard to tell, though.  The temp's supposed to plummet this eveing and we have winter storm watches in effect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is a CHANGABLE time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash Bash was FUN!  We arrived Friday night and our Hotel had given away our rooms.  We found other accomdations and woke up Saturfday morning to a crystal clear spring day!!!   The team was clearly over-matched against many of the teams @ the tournament.  Games 1 and 2 proved they have room to grow.  Jordan and Danny played GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Matern broke his left collarbone in game 2.  We spent Saturday evening in the Hospital in Nashville.  We started for home @ 11:00 pm and got home about 4:00 am.  A LONG night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fine and everyone enjoyed the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  "A year from now you may wish you had started TODAY!"  Karen Lamb&lt;br /&gt;2.  "The most successful people are those who are good at plan B!"  James Yorke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-3072527785177034825?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/3072527785177034825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=3072527785177034825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3072527785177034825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/3072527785177034825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-is-coming.html' title='Change is coming!!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1480657128687698819</id><published>2008-02-29T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:20:40.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nash Bashin</title><content type='html'>Jordan, Danny and I are going to Nashville, TN this afternoon for the annual "Nash Bash" Rugby tournament held @ Vanderbilt University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pics and let everyone know how it went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the trip w/the boys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1480657128687698819?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1480657128687698819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1480657128687698819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1480657128687698819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1480657128687698819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/nash-bashin.html' title='Nash Bashin'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1879067572473661425</id><published>2008-02-28T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:54:30.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Thursday @ home!</title><content type='html'>I worked from home all day today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature was in the low 30's and we have a melting blanket of snow in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirrels attacked Mom's bird feeders...just like they always do.  I can tell they are out there because I can hear feet pounding across the floor and out onto the deck as Mom scares them away...it's quite funny to listen to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd &amp;amp; I shared "Penn Station" subs for lunch...bad for you be REALLY tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm home, one of my favorites things to do (besides look @ Mom) is to day dream about things I'd like to do to the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make Daniel's closet into an office that opens into our room (and is walled off from his).  There is a 4 ft space between the back of his bathroom and the garage attic that could be his closet!)&lt;br /&gt;- Make the attic above the foyer into a loft...with stairs going up on Ally's bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;- Make the deck into a year round "Florida room"&lt;br /&gt;- Open up the Family room/Kitchen area and use part of the Dining room as a pantry&lt;br /&gt;- Re-fiinish the basement and open up the stairs to the basement on the first floor...get rid of the doors and walls...use railings&lt;br /&gt;- A deck out in the woods (this one WILL happen...someday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to have dreams...and still be able to enjoy them with the knowledge that most just aren't practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day (a favorite)..."You miss 100% of the shots you never take"  Wayne Gretzky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1879067572473661425?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1879067572473661425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1879067572473661425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1879067572473661425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1879067572473661425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursday-home.html' title='a Thursday @ home!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-5466571816237820265</id><published>2008-02-22T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:11:16.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  Have you seen the movie "Terminal" starring Tom Hanks?  About a fellow from another country who gets stuck in NY @ the airport and lives in the terminal for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little bit like that today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Milwaukee, WI early this morning and flew home this evening and never left the terminal.  I rented a conference room, had several web meetings and an interview (which was the reason I went in the first place), ate a meal, made some calls and looked around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT something I'd recommend to anyone...   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now, watching MONK w/momma!!!  It was a FANTASTIC Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-5466571816237820265?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/5466571816237820265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=5466571816237820265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5466571816237820265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/5466571816237820265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/fantastic-friday.html' title='Fantastic Friday!!!'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-4107442236869446031</id><published>2008-02-20T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:47:39.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A snowy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>We received 3" of snow this morning...it was cold so the snow was very fluffy!  It gave me the chance to use our snow blower (since we purchased it this year, I've looked for chances to "blow snow"!!!).  After I got done w/ours, I did our neighbors (Ramey's) because they both work during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a difference in the world today by telling your Mom that she was BEAUTIFUL (and by changing a light bulb for her).  Remember to make a difference in the world...everyday (the world is as small or as large as you choose to see it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sinuses and tooth are doing GREAT!  Thanks for asking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-4107442236869446031?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/4107442236869446031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=4107442236869446031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4107442236869446031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/4107442236869446031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/snowy-wednesday.html' title='A snowy Wednesday'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-8085131702171979459</id><published>2008-02-19T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:14:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>Some VERY interesting thoughts from a successful businessman with whom I served on the HC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;1.  Do not confuse poor execution with an unwise strategic direction when analyzing disappointing results.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It is vital to look at the world the "way it is", not the way we hope or wish it to be.  Always be equally, brutally honest with your achievements as with your failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The path to greatness is not without obstacles and more onerous challenges.  The closer to greatness you get - even if the path is shorter, the more and more difficult it becomes. More times that not, greatness is achieved by diligently staying the course, than changing directions at the first sign of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Great companies have great foundations, which were built brick by brick over a period of time, without shortcuts.  Remember, if the directions to bake a cake say 1) prepare the ingredients, 2) bake @ 400 degrees for 30 minutes, you will NOT get the same results if you try and bake it at @ 800 degrees for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  No amount of individual greatness can overcompensate for the lack of teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note about #2...I believe it is IMPORTANT to have hope and a vision of the way I WANT things to be...BUT...when evaluating where I am today, being HONEST with myself is critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure love you guys...TONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tooth extracted today!  I'm doing groovy and a little loopy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd's working on lining up a summer job...and taking the inititive.  He's a good young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Freshman on the Rugby club took his life last night, a few hours aftern he practiced w/our boys.  Please keep him and his family and our boys in your prayers.  Remembering that we are daughters and sons of a loving Heavenly Father and using that knowledge to reach out and lovingly serve one another WILL make a difference in lives (ours and others)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-8085131702171979459?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/8085131702171979459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=8085131702171979459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8085131702171979459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/8085131702171979459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-1496614754581542851</id><published>2008-02-18T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:43:35.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth troubles</title><content type='html'>This was President's Day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No School!  The kids had a great day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dentist...for an absess.  Since it was on a tooth that had a crown and had been absessed 4 years ago...Dr. Bailey gave me a couple of options...each ended up w/an extraction so I opted for that.  Going to have it pulled tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally has a persistent sinus infection.  The Dr. feels that she has been invaded by a virus from another galaxy.  We'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby has started.  Jordan and Danny are practicing in the COLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-1496614754581542851?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/1496614754581542851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=1496614754581542851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1496614754581542851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/1496614754581542851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/tooth-troubles.html' title='Tooth troubles'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-6652047548382336445</id><published>2008-02-17T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:55:48.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Priesthood Meeting Sunday</title><content type='html'>Jordan, Daniel and I went to Stake Priesthood meeting tonight. I ALWAYS treasure the meetings I can attend w/my children...this was no exception!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were reminded to AWAKEN and rise up from the dust. Wake up! My life is the Lord's! Keep moving forward, don't get caught up in the dust of living life, doing jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School is a joy to teach...the kids (16 - 18 yo) are paying more and more attention. It feels so good when they listen and participate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-6652047548382336445?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/6652047548382336445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=6652047548382336445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6652047548382336445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6652047548382336445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/stake-priesthood-meeting-sunday.html' title='Stake Priesthood Meeting Sunday'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-7489369344874734252</id><published>2008-02-16T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:48:07.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts @ the end of a great day</title><content type='html'>I've reflected several times today that my life has been about doing jobs...@ work, @ home, @ Church...serving in each situation as a Priesthood man.  I'm at my best when there's a job to do.  It occurs to me that the Lord asks his children to serve...always, seeking him first.  I'm thinking that, at least for me, I need to change my paradigm and and view seeking the Lord first as my "job" and all those other "jobs" are just situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day..."You miss 100% of the shots you never take."  Wayne Gretzky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-7489369344874734252?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/7489369344874734252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=7489369344874734252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7489369344874734252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/7489369344874734252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-end-of-great-day.html' title='Thoughts @ the end of a great day'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105991493964888722.post-6506468002224608242</id><published>2008-02-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:10:25.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our name (so I am told) means Cabbage in German.  We live in Indiana.  Hence the blog name...Indiana Cabbage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to keeping the extneded family up to date on activities, happenings and just plain stuff on the "home front".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with you again soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105991493964888722-6506468002224608242?l=indianacabbage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/feeds/6506468002224608242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105991493964888722&amp;postID=6506468002224608242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6506468002224608242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105991493964888722/posts/default/6506468002224608242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianacabbage.blogspot.com/2008/02/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>jkohldadof8</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
