<?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-5482615449494258225</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:27:04.533-07:00</updated><category term='Brandon'/><title type='text'>Okay, so it's really more like a party of 14 but who's counting...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-8121248787984496961</id><published>2010-02-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:21:15.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Officially a Party of 5 ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our sweet baby is finally here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and I'm finally blogging about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He came a day early so he didn't get the cool birthday I picked for him (01-10-10), I guess he wanted to pick his own day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My water broke Saturday afternoon so I had to hurry to the hospital before my placenta ruptured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m91qp4J7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/csQuhvITkMg/s1600-h/Jenny+hospital+day+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443090354334607282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m91qp4J7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/csQuhvITkMg/s400/Jenny+hospital+day+2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m91JttnCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CFCS95gwc7w/s1600-h/Jenny+hospital+day+2010+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443090345492323362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m91JttnCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CFCS95gwc7w/s400/Jenny+hospital+day+2010+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was on the phone with my amazing friend Lisa when it happened so she hurried over to take me to the hospital. Rick was on his way to the airport to pick up my mom, so I called him to tell him what was going on. Imagine my mom's surprise when she got in the car "a day early" and he told her they were going to pick up the kids and head straight to the hospital! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They all got there in plenty of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I got to the hospital,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; took me right into triage to make sure my water had actually broken. It was such a tiny bit that I wasn't positive that was what had happened (and I was still holding out hope that the baby would wait one more day). The nurses were afraid to do anything that might disturb my placenta so we had to wait for my doctor to check me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m5GQyd9nI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tHQw4OK4OqA/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443085141890954866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m5GQyd9nI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tHQw4OK4OqA/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always wanted to marry a Dr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just Kidding!! Used car salesman was at the TOP of my list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m5F4JmnsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0sZXqEHiwfk/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443085135277104834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m5F4JmnsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0sZXqEHiwfk/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going through a little labor before my c-section &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My placenta ruptured just a few minutes before I moved onto the operating table. It was pretty scary but everything turned out just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a difficult time of getting him out and the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times, our screaming baby boy arrived. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m5FLFoA1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/lo8voNRmuW0/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443085123180823378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m5FLFoA1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/lo8voNRmuW0/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m4PLYeyzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EQBr-sgpcz4/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443084195546975026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m4PLYeyzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EQBr-sgpcz4/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Justin Kent Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born 1-9-2010 at 4:19 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 lbs 5 oz and 20 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m4OWYGIPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KTufGYeRVmA/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443084181318279410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m4OWYGIPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KTufGYeRVmA/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Grandma Margie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m4NSmxWYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AxlSCCB_CA4/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443084163126221186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m4NSmxWYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AxlSCCB_CA4/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Hansen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m1Kykt45I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0Sc6io5eL8E/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443080821633049490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m1Kykt45I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0Sc6io5eL8E/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Daddy and super excited Michelle and Brandon. Michelle called dibs on being the first one to hold him when we came out of the operating room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m1JkUWNEI/AAAAAAAAATs/7XB65iPfspk/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443080800626422850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m1JkUWNEI/AAAAAAAAATs/7XB65iPfspk/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m1JNx3r-I/AAAAAAAAATk/VyOrVn4fvT4/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443080794576236514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m1JNx3r-I/AAAAAAAAATk/VyOrVn4fvT4/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swaddled in the blanket Michelle made for him the Monday before he was born&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvlCuFlYI/AAAAAAAAATc/wI96tek4KHI/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443074675574150530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvlCuFlYI/AAAAAAAAATc/wI96tek4KHI/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvjtTHBWI/AAAAAAAAATU/Rp3W7XH-1WA/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443074652643984738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvjtTHBWI/AAAAAAAAATU/Rp3W7XH-1WA/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvikXLZ4I/AAAAAAAAATM/TuhaGKtHX1o/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443074633065260930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvikXLZ4I/AAAAAAAAATM/TuhaGKtHX1o/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvCc2NJcI/AAAAAAAAATE/AopM5_Petpc/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443074081292101058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4mvCc2NJcI/AAAAAAAAATE/AopM5_Petpc/s320/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was quite the ordeal picking a name for this little guy. There were a few we crossed off as soon as we saw his face. We had been talking about using my dad's name as a middle name and when he was born with two features that were distinctly my dad, it was settled. But we discovered there aren't many names that go well with Kent. All of the one syllable names were out. Blake was one of our favorites but Brandon said Blake Kent sounded like Blanket. And with the whole Michael Jackson thing... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We himmmed and hawwed for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4murb8gbeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bSrY5sPtG3I/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443073685913103842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4murb8gbeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bSrY5sPtG3I/s320/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were torn between Jordan and Justin. Justin wasn't even on our original list but we added it when we saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kids liked Jordan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rick and I liked Justin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the birth certificate lady came around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rick had the paper in his hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Baby Boy Hansen became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Justin Kent Hansen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4muMCovx2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g0F39aAMDzc/s1600-h/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443073146543392610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4muMCovx2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g0F39aAMDzc/s400/Jenny+Hospital+day+part+2+401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His folded over ear and cleft chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like my dad. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome to our family baby J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have waited for you for so long. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-8121248787984496961?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8121248787984496961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=8121248787984496961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/8121248787984496961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/8121248787984496961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/02/officially-party-of-5.html' title='♥Officially a Party of 5 ♥'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/S4m91qp4J7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/csQuhvITkMg/s72-c/Jenny+hospital+day+2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-7445609270935553546</id><published>2009-10-18T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:09:35.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dad...</title><content type='html'>I just had the best dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in a padded chair in the corner of a room wearing this funny flapper dress costume and a pink-orange jacket.You, Mom and Michelle were there and we were all talking. Mom left the room and I was thinking about movies I had rented that I wanted to watch. I started to sing, "Why do birds suddenly appear, every time, you are near?" You joined in with me, "Just like me, they want to be, close to you." You stood up and started to dance with Michelle and suddenly the room was our kitchen, right in front of the railing to go downstairs. You and I sang the whole song together. Each verse lasting forever as you and Michelle danced on the cracked linoleum of the kitchen floor. I could hear your smooth dark voice so clearly, like you really were right there singing to me, like so many times...&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking, "I've GOT to go get my video camera! When I thought he was gone the thing I regretted the most was not having a recording or a video of him singing. I don't want to make that mistake again."&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the song, I stopped singing and Michelle joined in with you. You were still dancing. At the end you were standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; her, helping her do silly actions, until she took over. She stepped forward and belted out, "Just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meeeeee&lt;/span&gt;" (arm movements and spinning) "They want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;" (Stop. Arm actions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!) "Close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yoooooOoooouuuu&lt;/span&gt;!!!" (Arms in the air for a final pose)&lt;br /&gt;You were grinning, we were both applauding wildly. I yelled, "Bravo! Take it on the road!"&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "If they do it again for a video, I hope it will be just as cute the second time." I got up to get the camera and that's when I woke up, grinning from ear to ear with my heart so full of love. Your voice still lingering where I could almost hear it, and the image of you looking so proudly at Michelle, loving every second of this little moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;Laying there with my eyes open I slowly realized, you really are gone. I can't go get a video and I'll never be able to see, or hear, a replay of our duet and Michelle's finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. And there you are, your voice still ringing in my ears and images of you fresh in my my mind. My eyes and cheeks wet and my heart so full.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-7445609270935553546?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7445609270935553546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=7445609270935553546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/7445609270935553546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/7445609270935553546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-dad.html' title='Oh Dad...'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-1197012286260879491</id><published>2009-08-12T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:36:27.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of summer, First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For the last day of summer, Michelle really wanted to do something fun. I was all shopped out (not to mention out of money) and all the Jr. High pools were closed to get ready for the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not wanting to go anywhere too crowded or too far from home, I decided to call my friend Susan and see if we could come to her house to swim. Of course she said yes, so we called some friends and headed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Brandon, being the good big brother he is, didn't want to let any of the kids down the big slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Luckily there were enough kids to overthrow his totalitarian dictatorship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197739698090610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM45aOI8nI/AAAAAAAAASU/YeD1tbdTfBM/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM1acZrrhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xXCZ67g0t9M/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369193909172547090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM1acZrrhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xXCZ67g0t9M/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197727466627826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM44sp7ovI/AAAAAAAAASM/8pR5-y2YwX4/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM0ibr5puI/AAAAAAAAARs/2oFa3XksJ0A/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369192946907850466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM0ibr5puI/AAAAAAAAARs/2oFa3XksJ0A/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM0h2-eu2I/AAAAAAAAARk/nrIRsr4glhY/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369192937053666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM0h2-eu2I/AAAAAAAAARk/nrIRsr4glhY/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The rope swing is always fun, if you can get a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMy1JcbzqI/AAAAAAAAARU/OXqN5j8VjUo/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369191069405400738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMy1JcbzqI/AAAAAAAAARU/OXqN5j8VjUo/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369199454747154034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM6dPRs1nI/AAAAAAAAASc/bQ1ndO0jjvw/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMy0sq-vpI/AAAAAAAAARM/dmiKfe8mLQM/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369191061681782418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMy0sq-vpI/AAAAAAAAARM/dmiKfe8mLQM/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMy0CHUoCI/AAAAAAAAARE/-0Wv7b5q-1I/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369191050257932322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMy0CHUoCI/AAAAAAAAARE/-0Wv7b5q-1I/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyOLGJvqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nkt0ba0PR1U/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190399833915042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyOLGJvqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nkt0ba0PR1U/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sydney and Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyNhFvDOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7fn7oMin0BE/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190388557876450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyNhFvDOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7fn7oMin0BE/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The kids who still know how to have fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Trenton, Kapono, Cody, Michelle, Noelani and Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190378368326882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyM7IW3OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZnH2Wmxsoss/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thanks for a fun last day of summer Susan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now for the big day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After painted nails, neckline hair trims, showers and straightening hair&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Father's blessings, laying out clothes and going to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The day has finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyMY6B3rI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lni2bzeop58/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190369181425330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMyMY6B3rI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lni2bzeop58/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; LAST first day of elementary for one, first day of HIGH SCHOOL for the other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For Brandon this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;it was all about the cool jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMxThcrSJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uiSMpwYHrPw/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+049-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369189392221685906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMxThcrSJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uiSMpwYHrPw/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+049-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMxcS2VLjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TNOM7ehOU5w/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369189542921580082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMxcS2VLjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TNOM7ehOU5w/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+050.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For Michelle, as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the focus was on accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoNA8MHyyFI/AAAAAAAAASk/9jO4hFmwZW4/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369206583546005586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoNA8MHyyFI/AAAAAAAAASk/9jO4hFmwZW4/s320/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoNBJ28gdTI/AAAAAAAAASs/iewVSSoKoRk/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369206818379691314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoNBJ28gdTI/AAAAAAAAASs/iewVSSoKoRk/s320/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188940573944146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMw5O7dqVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vG2wJaTW5WQ/s320/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Michelle and Maddy. All dolled up and ready to take on 6th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMwlNHRrwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-LBMKM7-De0/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188596489236226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMwlNHRrwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-LBMKM7-De0/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They even got a new ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMwjvpLn6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/0IrpVZsEgc8/s1600-h/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188571398512546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoMwjvpLn6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/0IrpVZsEgc8/s400/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wth A/C and everything! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-1197012286260879491?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1197012286260879491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=1197012286260879491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1197012286260879491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1197012286260879491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-summer-first-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of summer, First day of school'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SoM45aOI8nI/AAAAAAAAASU/YeD1tbdTfBM/s72-c/Last+day+of+summer,+1st+day+of+school+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-710270283437924629</id><published>2009-08-12T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:31:38.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know...</title><content type='html'>I know I skipped past the first 7 months of the year. Maybe now that the kids are in school, and I'm feeling a little better, I'll try to fill in some of the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-710270283437924629?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/710270283437924629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=710270283437924629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/710270283437924629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/710270283437924629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know...'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-1646644795275549395</id><published>2009-06-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:23:22.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, my blog...</title><content type='html'>I had a dream I updated it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a sign...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-1646644795275549395?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1646644795275549395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=1646644795275549395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1646644795275549395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1646644795275549395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yeah-my-blog.html' title='Oh yeah, my blog...'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-6224532736026382176</id><published>2009-02-09T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:39:33.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Michelley!!</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cutie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Michelle changed my blog for me! She even added music and picked out songs she thought I would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thanks Michelley, you're the best. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-6224532736026382176?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6224532736026382176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=6224532736026382176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/6224532736026382176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/6224532736026382176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-michelley.html' title='Thanks Michelley!!'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-679370130146872836</id><published>2009-01-29T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:17:36.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Peace Before I Get There</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been forever.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Passeys&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and since Krista's the one that forced me to have this blog [:)], I figured I'd better try to update it before we get there. That way I won't have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; her wrath and we can just get to the having fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few posts are updates on what went on around here since my last post back in Nov.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello!" to new friends that have found me. Sorry I've been such a slacker, I'll try to do better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(November- check, December- check, Christmas- working on it, January- thinking about it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-679370130146872836?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/679370130146872836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=679370130146872836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/679370130146872836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/679370130146872836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/01/november-in-flash.html' title='Making Peace Before I Get There'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-830071672916039363</id><published>2009-01-29T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:16:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December in a Flurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kicked off December with our annual trip to see the National Rodeo Finals in Vegas with our friends. Every year I get stressed as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smush&lt;/span&gt; it into an already too busy December and swear that it's our last year. Then we get there and have so much fun that I can't wait until next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are on the strip, sticking our heads out the sunroof stopped at a red light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIqth1pEmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/W6PcW6CTQtc/s1600-h/Jenny%27s+phone+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296843073406964322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIqth1pEmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/W6PcW6CTQtc/s320/Jenny%27s+phone+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With our friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Douger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Terina&lt;/span&gt; Eaves, inside the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIpsDcLaSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/waHXXxyUZls/s1600-h/Rodeo+%2708+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841948555602210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIpsDcLaSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/waHXXxyUZls/s320/Rodeo+%2708+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the arena, before the event, they had a mechanical bull in the parking lot. Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Douger&lt;/span&gt; and I were the only ones brave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enought&lt;/span&gt; to ride. ;) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIpr7KSTkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i5nWm3YM1d0/s1600-h/Rodeo+%2708+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841946333072962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIpr7KSTkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i5nWm3YM1d0/s320/Rodeo+%2708+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIprQh7MQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuQ_rFqAiqY/s1600-h/Rodeo+%2708+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841934889496834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIprQh7MQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuQ_rFqAiqY/s320/Rodeo+%2708+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, Michelle started a musical singing group that she just loves. We got home from Vegas just in time to see her first recital.Here she is with her teacher Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jenee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIprB3_4WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CnThcLXGxS0/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841930955546978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIprB3_4WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CnThcLXGxS0/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went with some friends to a charity dinner at the Christmas Idea House. They decorate an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enormus&lt;/span&gt; house with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bazzilion&lt;/span&gt; decorations that are all for sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Conveniently&lt;/span&gt;, Rick left his wallet in the car. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIprASTnmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fCCpQlk9d2k/s1600-h/PIMG0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841930529021538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIprASTnmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fCCpQlk9d2k/s320/PIMG0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go with Michelle's class on their field trip to a flight center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are in a helicopter simulator. It was really cool. All of the controls actually did the functions they do in a real helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIojVvHU_I/AAAAAAAAANw/3vPxl4MrKsQ/s1600-h/PIMG0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296840699336414194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIojVvHU_I/AAAAAAAAANw/3vPxl4MrKsQ/s320/PIMG0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Michelle in the airplane simulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIojL82ooI/AAAAAAAAANo/1WDkhM96hDg/s1600-h/PIMG0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296840696709685890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIojL82ooI/AAAAAAAAANo/1WDkhM96hDg/s320/PIMG0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two years and two months Rick finally got his braces off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing is, no one noticed! He went to work the next day and finally had to tell everyone (at 3:00) that he got them off. Our friend Katherine Cook (the one in the red at the charity dinner) is the only person who ever noticed and asked him about it. Yes, yes, I know they were clear but still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIojDD482I/AAAAAAAAANg/US-9bXTmmQs/s1600-h/IMG_3814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296840694323278690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIojDD482I/AAAAAAAAANg/US-9bXTmmQs/s320/IMG_3814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296843075730277202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIqtqfkA1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gQcNhilMSEA/s320/IMG_4857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Man, he's hot!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Birthday Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle turned 11 on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIoi3bIJAI/AAAAAAAAANY/xmSvvSzQxMc/s1600-h/IMG_4118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296840691199517698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIoi3bIJAI/AAAAAAAAANY/xmSvvSzQxMc/s320/IMG_4118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At her party, she wanted doughnuts instead of a cake. You can read more about her party on her blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIoif93oDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1eCS9x9qP6M/s1600-h/IMG_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296840684902785074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIoif93oDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1eCS9x9qP6M/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning she opened presents (which I obviously didn't get any good pictures of), and that night, she and I went to a cooking class at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shar's&lt;/span&gt; and learned how to make lots of yummy Christmas cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlRtODHBI/AAAAAAAAANI/saide-PYia8/s1600-h/IMG_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837097867648018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlRtODHBI/AAAAAAAAANI/saide-PYia8/s320/IMG_4537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Lisa put this bow in her hair and she wore it all night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hansens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year we go to Utah for Christmas, so Rick's family always has a party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; we leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are all the cousins, waiting to open presents (except for Rick's older brother's 6 kids. Their family didn't come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlRqifipI/AAAAAAAAANA/61kiIU4YiaI/s1600-h/IMG_4543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837097148091026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlRqifipI/AAAAAAAAANA/61kiIU4YiaI/s320/IMG_4543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After presents we had a talent show this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon and Michelle did their infamous "Cecilia" routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlRViJFII/AAAAAAAAAM4/n_Y8wfcalrc/s1600-h/IMG_4556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837091509474434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlRViJFII/AAAAAAAAAM4/n_Y8wfcalrc/s320/IMG_4556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon played a couple of songs for us on Jenny's new piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlQ0B8b8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t3Z_-ZaodWY/s1600-h/IMG_4566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837082516058050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlQ0B8b8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t3Z_-ZaodWY/s320/IMG_4566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We decided to take a picture with all of the girls wearing the headbands Rick's mom had given us for Christmas. The problem was, there wasn't one for Rick's mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we made one for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlQhZdTcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uQDlY0g96hg/s1600-h/IMG_4572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296837077514407362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIlQhZdTcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uQDlY0g96hg/s320/IMG_4572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John's wife Tasha, Randy's wife Danae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick's sister Jenny, his mom Chris and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjvtL_I2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/m2FPRDk8N8A/s1600-h/IMG_4576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296835414231819106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjvtL_I2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/m2FPRDk8N8A/s320/IMG_4576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us being "sexy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjvPCMh9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/L56kG9MAt7g/s1600-h/IMG_4581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296835406137690066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjvPCMh9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/L56kG9MAt7g/s320/IMG_4581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we shouted out "Charlie's Angels," Rick's mom didn't know what we meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIju6X14lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AUAxlwZaf6A/s1600-h/IMG_4582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296835400591336018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIju6X14lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AUAxlwZaf6A/s320/IMG_4582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She figured it out but then shot herself in the head with her "gun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjug_UHQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ne8XClrPtW0/s1600-h/IMG_4585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296835393777573122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjug_UHQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ne8XClrPtW0/s320/IMG_4585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; laughing hysterically :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the night, all the kids were pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjuci3PzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_mXnjvIMGZU/s1600-h/IMG_4589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296835392584498994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIjuci3PzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_mXnjvIMGZU/s320/IMG_4589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all missed Rick's youngest brother Jake who is on a mission. Hopefully next Christmas we'll  be in Chile picking him up and seeing the beautiful places he talks about in his letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-830071672916039363?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/830071672916039363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=830071672916039363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/830071672916039363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/830071672916039363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-in-flurry.html' title='December in a Flurry'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIqth1pEmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/W6PcW6CTQtc/s72-c/Jenny%27s+phone+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-8307105879494260382</id><published>2009-01-29T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:54:20.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Twinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever had one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; when you show up wearing the same thing as someone else? Well in early November, Rick came out to breakfast first. Then Brandon came out. They looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and laughed. Then came Michelle. They all laughed. They came to get me (I was still in my PJ's of course) to show me how funny it all was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIa65UMI/AAAAAAAAALw/bDOk-bNseSs/s1600-h/IMG_3819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813848592470210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIa65UMI/AAAAAAAAALw/bDOk-bNseSs/s320/IMG_3819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I wasn't dressed yet, Michelle asked if she could pick out my shirt. Here's what she got for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIKcrUQI/AAAAAAAAALo/CzWWrTR0tNE/s1600-h/PIMG0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813844170756354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIKcrUQI/AAAAAAAAALo/CzWWrTR0tNE/s320/PIMG0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the closest thing I had. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then a couple of weeks later, we went out with a bunch of friends. We met Blaine and Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aurich&lt;/span&gt; at Tia Rosa's and Rick and Blaine laughed because they were both wearing black striped shirts (Rick's was black on black, Blaine's was black with skinny white stripes). Then came Kristian, Robin and David who were all wearing either black on black or black with white. Last to show up was Sean. Of course we were all gawking out the window to see what he was wearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIO0EI9I/AAAAAAAAALg/3IqyAwL8KT8/s1600-h/The+Guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813845342594002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIO0EI9I/AAAAAAAAALg/3IqyAwL8KT8/s320/The+Guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White with black. I guess he didn't get the memo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIAZ_EHI/AAAAAAAAALY/N0FCCir_Sbk/s1600-h/PIMG0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813841475113074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIAZ_EHI/AAAAAAAAALY/N0FCCir_Sbk/s320/PIMG0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom came to stay with us while she went to her High School reunion for Arcadia High in Scottsdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby turned 18 months old. :( He's almost as big as his momma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPfHkYO3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WyjPN9Yq9ZU/s1600-h/IMG_3914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813139023117170" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 176px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPfHkYO3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WyjPN9Yq9ZU/s200/IMG_3914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPWFgTDDI/AAAAAAAAALI/4zKpYxOlCSc/s1600-h/IMG_3877-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812983850306610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 199px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPWFgTDDI/AAAAAAAAALI/4zKpYxOlCSc/s200/IMG_3877-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPDOvsuzI/AAAAAAAAALA/W0j8VwRwRGU/s1600-h/IMG_3970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812659913308978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 226px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPDOvsuzI/AAAAAAAAALA/W0j8VwRwRGU/s320/IMG_3970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny went into heat the same week it got really cold outside. I didn't want to leave her out so I found some diapers, cut a hole in the back for her tail and strapped it on with duct tape. She was SO funny when she first started walking around, she didn't know what to think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPClc74KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3AUkgYqS5wc/s1600-h/IMG_4076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812648828756130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPClc74KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3AUkgYqS5wc/s320/IMG_4076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true, our party is now down to 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPB7r9xvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jMRRCA1r3f0/s1600-h/IMG_4096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812637617506034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPB7r9xvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jMRRCA1r3f0/s320/IMG_4096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back in October Michelle's little mouse Peanut's back legs stopped working. She stayed quite healthy for several weeks but Nov 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle went into her room after school and came out crying. We had a little service for her and buried her beneath Michelle's window. At first, little Pepper seemed to be doing fine without her friend. But after two weeks, her legs too stopped working. Unlike Peanut who still exercised her front legs in the wheel and pulled herself around for food and water, Pepper just gave up. A few days later, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPBXLcemI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XSjWjP5MqCQ/s1600-h/IMG_4485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812627817429602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPBXLcemI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XSjWjP5MqCQ/s320/IMG_4485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michelle with Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We buried her next to Peanut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're just waiting for the little red fern to begin to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPBLndEaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vfPF5V8NjoQ/s1600-h/Jenny%27s+phone+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812624713683362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIPBLndEaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vfPF5V8NjoQ/s320/Jenny%27s+phone+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather is beautiful and I've been able to do a lot of riding. This is a picture of our shadow as we loped through the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296822291216328082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIXz2JR5ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A90uGB1iODU/s320/drill+team+12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined a drill team mid-Nov and have had a lot of fun. It's good for my mare to have to do something structured and not just have fun all the time. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm in the foreground in red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and I did the Turkey Trot at her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOCoBjHBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q4YO7e5vyeA/s1600-h/Jenny%27s+phone+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811550007565330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOCoBjHBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q4YO7e5vyeA/s320/Jenny%27s+phone+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving Day, Michelle got up early to make a sign and taped it to the front door. We took it with us to Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOCEGJLvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XydqTz-8gpc/s1600-h/IMG_4012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811540363161330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOCEGJLvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XydqTz-8gpc/s320/IMG_4012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the morning playing games and cooking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Michelley&lt;/span&gt; helped me make 6 pies and cheesecakes, Orange Rolls and candied yams. Yum.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811547080633682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOCdHtrVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hefr9P0Gv3E/s320/IMG_4009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rick's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOB_4WMCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GnhY-DGBNvc/s1600-h/IMG_4018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811539231551522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOB_4WMCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GnhY-DGBNvc/s320/IMG_4018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day after Thanksgiving, My sister came to visit me. We went to see the animals and went to one of my favorite Mexican places for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOBWFpZnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vY7BvW51yY0/s1600-h/IMG_4084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811528013047410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIOBWFpZnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vY7BvW51yY0/s320/IMG_4084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! One month down, two more to go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-8307105879494260382?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8307105879494260382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=8307105879494260382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/8307105879494260382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/8307105879494260382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2009/01/november-in-pictures.html' title='November in Pictures'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYIQIa65UMI/AAAAAAAAALw/bDOk-bNseSs/s72-c/IMG_3819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-48552531368331042</id><published>2008-11-24T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:13:51.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Run</title><content type='html'>Saturday our church held a "Fun Run." Why they feel those two words go together is beyond me. Michelle has a friend in her class at school who really wanted her to come to the run. "But, she says I can come to her house when it's over," Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plead&lt;/span&gt;, after I whined about having any "fun" at a run (yes, yes, I know I'm a boob). Waking up early on a Saturday to exercise?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleeeckk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she did convince me to go.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking of taking our bikes. Then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; the gas station air thingy and the pumping up of flat tires that would be required.&lt;br /&gt;Then, watching Penny running around and acting super cute that morning, I decided it would be fun to take dogs with us. Since Michelle and I were the only ones going (Rick was at work and Brandon was at gym, the story of both their lives), we could only take two dogs. I wanted to take Penny because she would have the most fun, and I decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bosco&lt;/span&gt; was the best choice for #2 because I thought he could handle it best. Bandit is getting so deaf that he's a little hard to handle in a crowd and Tony's so little, sometimes he doesn't even finish when I take them for walks at night. When he's done, he'll just wait in the middle of the road until I turn around and head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bosco&lt;/span&gt; and Penny it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260613299398994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVGBr-aVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9XngYxWt_Uw/s320/PIMG0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On your marks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVF8HEfEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0j_77_N-qr8/s1600-h/PIMG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260611802430530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVF8HEfEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0j_77_N-qr8/s320/PIMG0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bosco&lt;/span&gt; and Michelle, with her friend Noelani at her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVFk0n25I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rH3QSls8sd8/s1600-h/PIMG0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260605551041426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVFk0n25I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rH3QSls8sd8/s320/PIMG0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penny dragging me along. She kept me running for the first half, then I switched dogs with Michelle so I could dawdle behind Bossy as he sniffed every bush for a little bit. It wasn't long before Penny wore Michelle out and traded me back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVFXwPl9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/T7gFB-66iOg/s1600-h/PIMG0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260602043013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVFXwPl9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/T7gFB-66iOg/s320/PIMG0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle with some of her friends in her class: Claire (and her little sister Sophie), Noelani and Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVFG6QUmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJJRFqcZO0Q/s1600-h/PIMG0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260597521601122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVFG6QUmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJJRFqcZO0Q/s320/PIMG0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Headed back to Noe's house on her cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;golf cart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, okay. So it WAS a fun run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-48552531368331042?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/48552531368331042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=48552531368331042' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/48552531368331042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/48552531368331042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-run.html' title='Fun Run'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SSrVGBr-aVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9XngYxWt_Uw/s72-c/PIMG0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-4146604344958808876</id><published>2008-11-03T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:11:06.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 and still HOT! :)</title><content type='html'>Rick's birthday fell on Sunday so Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aurich&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to get our families together, like we used to do, and make him our big yummy breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606419288513570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-jpS_u3CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-kV2RT3NcTY/s400/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264609055137648146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-mCuTIzhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CFQ6Zpaj2Qs/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange Cinnamon french toast with buttermilk syrup, Strawberry Cheesecake crepes with fresh strawberries, powdered sugar and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Redi&lt;/span&gt;-whip, Lisa's famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hash browns&lt;/span&gt; and Regan's yummy fruit smoothies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-mCFc7cwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SnYeGqmPMiM/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264609044172862210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-mCFc7cwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SnYeGqmPMiM/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben licking the beater from the cream cheese filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-mBn5LYNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2ZIL077IpGk/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264609036238282962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-mBn5LYNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2ZIL077IpGk/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon, cutie-pie Jacob, Michelle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; and Regan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kdQ4SmxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SEOOTRariSs/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607312073628434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kdQ4SmxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SEOOTRariSs/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rick, Blaine, Lisa, Ben and Lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kcklT87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GodQc2FlGOI/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607300182864818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kcklT87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GodQc2FlGOI/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rick getting Elmo hugs and kisses from Ben :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kbyVM-qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EGrqtdSfe-A/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607286693526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kbyVM-qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EGrqtdSfe-A/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the face Ben makes when you tell him to smile. Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After breakfast, I went home and put dinner in the oven to take over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aurich's&lt;/span&gt; later. We went to the late session of Stake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; with our old ward, then headed back to stuff ourselves some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a fun day, full of good food and good friends. It was just like the good old days, except we didn't sleep over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kbfPQ34I/AAAAAAAAAHs/k6-jyz4GLQ4/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607281568341890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-kbfPQ34I/AAAAAAAAAHs/k6-jyz4GLQ4/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At home that night to open presents. Happy Birthday Ricky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Don't miss the Halloween post below!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-4146604344958808876?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4146604344958808876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=4146604344958808876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/4146604344958808876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/4146604344958808876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/11/35-and-still-hot.html' title='35 and still HOT! :)'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ-jpS_u3CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-kV2RT3NcTY/s72-c/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-3081189698742336304</id><published>2008-11-03T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:12:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>Halloween was a little bit stressful, but only because of my signature procrastination. I spent the morning researching GPS units for Rick's birthday (on Sunday) then headed to the school at lunchtime for Michelle's class Halloween party. At school, Michelle told me she really wanted to decorate our car for the trunk-or-treat. This whole trunk-or-treat thing is new to me. In our old ward we just had a fall festival, no dressing up or decorating required. So now it's 2 pm and I don't have one piece of candy to give out and I'm trying to think of some way to decorate our car. I decided to make our car a hospital for sick pumpkins so I headed to Costco for candy and scrubs. Lots of candy, no scrubs. I went home to pick up Michelle and she reminded me she still didn't have a binki for her costume. She stayed home to clean her mouse cage and I headed to Wal-mart for scrubs, a binki and pumpkins. Got scrubs for me, none in Rick's size, and a binki. No pumpkins. So now I'm running out of time and wondering what the heck I'm doing anyway. Stopped at Fry's. No pumpkins. Went to Albertson's, got 3 pumpkins. Now I have to carve the stinking things! I called Rick and had him stop by our friend Ryan's to get some scrubs for himself and got to work on the sick Jack-o-lanterns and the car. Sometime in the middle of pumpkin carving, I remembered I was supposed to bring cornbread. Ooops. Needless to say, we were late. It was still fun though. I realized that nobody does any funny decorating, it's just halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be much easier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557628619891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93RTl2IxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B09bwXp6lhc/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michelle was a baby. Here she is with her friends Brooklyn and Whitney the pirates, Andi the hula girl and Claire the fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93Q4OulAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C-pveTZTZrw/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557621275169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93Q4OulAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C-pveTZTZrw/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93Q7zaASI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3PrcNrskMuw/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557622234317090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93Q7zaASI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3PrcNrskMuw/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93QemGgMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9Ospuia_Ihw/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557614393884866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93QemGgMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9Ospuia_Ihw/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93P_GfQ-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Jm_dgtPVEbs/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557605939790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93P_GfQ-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Jm_dgtPVEbs/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zp1rflxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ehQmVgIeaic/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553652040734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zp1rflxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ehQmVgIeaic/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zpvNaUeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/i4I2KgFvJCE/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553650303947234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zpvNaUeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/i4I2KgFvJCE/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute friends' kids at the Peterson's for doughnut night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zpE__P4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Y8FGamaLWXk/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553638973357954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zpE__P4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Y8FGamaLWXk/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone had fun on the teeter totter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zoqYUoSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9eUMs9Dckds/s1600-h/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553631827665186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zoqYUoSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9eUMs9Dckds/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Rick and Kristian! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553627128511170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ9zoY39OsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vsgSD8xna4c/s320/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Peterson's for fun as usual!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-3081189698742336304?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3081189698742336304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=3081189698742336304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/3081189698742336304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/3081189698742336304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQ93RTl2IxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B09bwXp6lhc/s72-c/Halloween,+Rick%27s+35+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-2298295349623021642</id><published>2008-10-28T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:12:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For family night tonight we carved pumpkins. It never seems like they last very long once they're carved so we'll see if they make it to Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262123861035220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRxY0cfNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PdHivDvDHTo/s320/Oct+%2708+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack-o-lantern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRmEh0DSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ygTqnSRQR6M/s1600-h/Oct+%2708+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262123666609802530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRmEh0DSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ygTqnSRQR6M/s320/Oct+%2708+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Michelle was carving she said, "I think this is the first time I've been able to carve all by myself." I think she's right. Last year we didn't do them because I was in Utah with my Kitty who had been hit by a car (see post about summer) and the year before, I don't think we did them. How does the time fly by so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRdZRqYqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BfI3GzjOCak/s1600-h/Oct+%2708+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262123517560382114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRdZRqYqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BfI3GzjOCak/s320/Oct+%2708+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rick was all about the pumpkin power tool. Sadly, a double A battery doesn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRS4lRxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9wa_TD1IlEA/s1600-h/Oct+%2708+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262123336985593330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRS4lRxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9wa_TD1IlEA/s320/Oct+%2708+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Brandon would rather be doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbQ7FQn6HI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4lQ9_KXpv1Y/s1600-h/Oct+%2708+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262122928071764082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbQ7FQn6HI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4lQ9_KXpv1Y/s320/Oct+%2708+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbQv69ieaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/P2eke5Y0GTs/s1600-h/Oct+%2708+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262122736328800674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbQv69ieaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/P2eke5Y0GTs/s320/Oct+%2708+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Friday I'm sure my Kitty's whiskers will be wilted, Rick's Wolf will look more like a rat and Michelle and Brandon's will look more like Grandma and Grandpa with their dentures out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-2298295349623021642?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2298295349623021642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=2298295349623021642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/2298295349623021642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/2298295349623021642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-family-night-tonight-we-carved.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SQbRxY0cfNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PdHivDvDHTo/s72-c/Oct+%2708+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-1523557538869289910</id><published>2008-10-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:49:13.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help for the compu-illiterate</title><content type='html'>Hey, I want to change my background but I have no idea how to do it. Help? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-1523557538869289910?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1523557538869289910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=1523557538869289910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1523557538869289910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1523557538869289910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/10/help-for-compu-illiterate.html' title='Help for the compu-illiterate'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-5622417807090834749</id><published>2008-10-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:53:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If we sold our house, we could cruise once a month and just live in a shelter the other 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SP1A5E80evI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OkvtSFl5tto/s1600-h/IMG_3595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259431289164167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SP1A5E80evI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OkvtSFl5tto/s400/IMG_3595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we celebrated our 15th anniversary this year and were hoping to be able to go on a cruise. With the economy the way it is, we weren't sure if we were going to be able to make it before the end of the year. Mid-September I googled "last minute cruises" and found some great deals. We decided to try to go in October when my mom would be here to watch the kids.&lt;br /&gt;We've done two cruises by ourselves and really wanted to go with somebody this time. First, we tried to convince the Passey's to go with us. They had just moved and we were desperately missing them already. They gave us every excuse in the book and we gave them every solution in the book but, try as we might, we couldn't get them to come (It was pretty much a re-run of just before they moved. Maybe we should just take the hint ;)). So then we tried the Eaves'. They celebrated their 15th this year also and were dying to come, but it was just too last minute and they already had commitments. I even put it on my stinking Myspace and Facebook. Lots of interest but no bites. Again, too last minute.&lt;br /&gt;So... when you can't find any friends to go with you on vacation what do you do? Take your kids! I know, I know, it sounds like a punch line to some joke, but we had an absolute ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259431855996649122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SP1BaEkNvqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1hWGxuZ-_js/s400/IMG_3519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go the week of October break so they wouldn't miss much school. They had to get some work done early because it was the end of the quarter but they didn't complain. Our port was in Orlando, Florida so we stayed the night before the cruise and the night after in a hotel near the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197303567301&amp;amp;site=widget-c5.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197303567301&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p1/2449958197303567301/gn_t042_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197303567301&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p2/2449958197303567301/gn_t042_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197303567301&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p4/2449958197303567301/gn_t042_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people we talked to really want to go on a cruise. We're thinking of planning one with a big group of friends for next summer or Spring Break of 2010. Let us know if you want to be included and we'll start gathering input on time and place!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-5622417807090834749?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5622417807090834749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=5622417807090834749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/5622417807090834749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/5622417807090834749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='If we sold our house, we could cruise once a month and just live in a shelter the other 3 weeks'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SP1A5E80evI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OkvtSFl5tto/s72-c/IMG_3595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-4568082929550438771</id><published>2008-10-02T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:41:53.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other day Rick and I were talking about things we did when we were dating and how long we've been together. We figured out that the day we met had been just a few days more than half my life ago. HALF OF MY LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The better half  ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296864533448670226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYI-OquSvBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WJBUshS_gdY/s400/senior+ball0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Senior ball 1993)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-4568082929550438771?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4568082929550438771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=4568082929550438771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/4568082929550438771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/4568082929550438771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-my-life.html' title='Half My Life'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SYI-OquSvBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WJBUshS_gdY/s72-c/senior+ball0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-4608994499625639851</id><published>2008-09-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:25:38.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon'/><title type='text'>What a Ripp!!</title><content type='html'>So, one of the stinky things about gymnastics is the constant blistering of the palms of your hands. Once you get a blister, the next time you go to gym, the skin on the top of the blister bubble usually rips off. The gymnasts "affectionately" call these ripps. Brandon gets them all the time. Usually they're about the size of a dime, a big one being the size of a nickel. Last week he got the ripp to put all other ripps to shame. This sucker was bigger than a half dollar. Even his coach felt bad for him and let him take it easy the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SNLByaSbkgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qgg-CZNApDo/s1600-h/download+sept+11+2008+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SNLByaSbkgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qgg-CZNApDo/s200/download+sept+11+2008+312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469587634295298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture really doesn't do it justice. Brandon's hands are as big as Rick's. If you click on the picture to enlarge it, you can see normal size ripps, in all stages of healing, on his pinky and the rest of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was, that same day he showed me a big ol' blister on his other hand. Two days later that one came off too, leaving a ripp bigger than a quarter. Yeeowzza. He said he was pretty much useless for the rest of the week on pommell, parallel bars and rings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-4608994499625639851?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4608994499625639851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=4608994499625639851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/4608994499625639851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/4608994499625639851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-ripp.html' title='What a Ripp!!'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SNLByaSbkgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qgg-CZNApDo/s72-c/download+sept+11+2008+312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-1117209392648694060</id><published>2008-09-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:36:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Show- What a Pain in the Fanny</title><content type='html'>So I spent a gazillion hours putting together this stinking slide show and then, try as I might, I couldn't get the dang, dong, stinking thing into my post. So today Krista suggested to try putting it in a new post and Voila! Here it is. It belongs way down the page but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just get my posts to stop coming up in computer speak and back to english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2666130979412624587&amp;site=widget-cb.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979412624587&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p1/2666130979412624587/gn_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979412624587&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p2/2666130979412624587/gn_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979412624587&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p4/2666130979412624587/gn_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are with the Passey's in Sedona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-1117209392648694060?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1117209392648694060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=1117209392648694060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1117209392648694060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/1117209392648694060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Slide Show- What a Pain in the Fanny'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-7963830837017883257</id><published>2008-09-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:44:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Friends Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL89JNMY-GI/AAAAAAAAACY/af2xh5vq4p4/s1600-h/DSC04599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241975719652292706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL89JNMY-GI/AAAAAAAAACY/af2xh5vq4p4/s320/DSC04599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Pansen Family-Aren't we cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL89JbCdbRI/AAAAAAAAACg/-0Qyr5VA_20/s1600-h/DSC04600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241975723368738066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL89JbCdbRI/AAAAAAAAACg/-0Qyr5VA_20/s320/DSC04600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, they are wonderful friends and we miss them very much. We are dying to play poker and have Dairy Queen with some super fun people and they moved away to Montana. We are going to visit them soon though!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, this was posted by someone who phished my blog. Hmm...Krista???  :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-7963830837017883257?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7963830837017883257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=7963830837017883257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/7963830837017883257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/7963830837017883257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/09/coolest-friends-ever.html' title='The Coolest Friends Ever!'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL89JNMY-GI/AAAAAAAAACY/af2xh5vq4p4/s72-c/DSC04599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-3203056242324353617</id><published>2008-09-02T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:41:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Since Krista started this page for me, I have done basically zero with it. Now that she's gone *sniff,sniff* I guess I'd better make good use of it. So here's my first attempt. Maybe I'll even try to round myself up some friends afterward... if I can figure out how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the summer is officially over so I thought I'd post some pictures of all the fun things we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, my Jr High and High school friend, Amanda, came through town and brought her adorable girls with her. They had a ball with all the animals and Michelle was in heaven with two little girls around. They followed &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4l3wB-eeI/AAAAAAAAABI/OyYD9zRmD0I/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241668656022059490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="191" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4l3wB-eeI/AAAAAAAAABI/OyYD9zRmD0I/s320/P1010016.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her like adoring fans (and went home with all her Barbie stuff. Yay!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were raising two baby chicks at the time and the girls were very funny with them. Here they are holding them on the front lawn. Tasmin (left) has Sophie (who is playing dead and whom we recently discovered is a boy) and Tarra is trying to carefully hold Shadow. By this time, Shadow has already nearly had her guts squeezed out at least twice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that afternoon, we headed over to the ranch and the girls got to take turns on a miniature horse I take care of named Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241715864761189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5QzqSew1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/bbIsHP1opy0/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarra wasn't too sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241716293821944434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5RMoqiUnI/AAAAAAAAABY/lmZEZ3jBuR8/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tasmin was rarin' to go, and wanted to go fast! Now it was Annie's turn not to be so sure. &lt;p&gt;We then headed over to see our other chickies that were being raised by a "foster mom."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241717420573304754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5SOOI_p7I/AAAAAAAAABg/YndC5h8nc_Q/s320/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ha! Classic Tasmin face. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241718823208799154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5Tf3XWy7I/AAAAAAAAABo/gtm8_Gj5RVM/s320/IMG_2691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5V8nCsbdI/AAAAAAAAABw/OivgRSR6RGs/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241721516066631122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5V8nCsbdI/AAAAAAAAABw/OivgRSR6RGs/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got up early the next morning so the girls could ride my mare, Mari. She was so good. The girls each took a turn riding with me and then riding with Amanda.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5XpNEQngI/AAAAAAAAACA/vHZzHpAqkzo/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241723381699616258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5XpNEQngI/AAAAAAAAACA/vHZzHpAqkzo/s320/P1010055.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;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasmin finally got to go "fast." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They finished the morning giving the baby (and everyone else) carrots.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241724745650037266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL5Y4mLYYhI/AAAAAAAAACI/cHb8gJ2LqVs/s320/IMG_2684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;An hour or so later, they continued on their way to California. It sure was fun to have them visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMC5tg_ywyI/AAAAAAAAACw/udfx0fQg0G8/s1600-h/IMG_9612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242394157862011682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMC5tg_ywyI/AAAAAAAAACw/udfx0fQg0G8/s320/IMG_9612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first trip to Utah was a sad one. After 18 years of being my loving companion, it was time for my pretty Rikki kitty to go home. When I was 13 years old, I watched her mother give birth to her on my bed (I thought it was sweet that my kitty loved me and trusted me so much, my mom just thought it was gross and made me clean up the mess). Not knowing whether she was a boy or a girl, I gave her a name that would work for either, Rikki. She has been my faithful loving kitty ever since. After I got married and moved away, I became allergic to her and had to take allergy pills whenever I came home to visit. Of course I had to let her sleep with me! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year, she was my constant companion through the hardest times of my life. She snuggled with me through my tears as I suffered through the sudden death of my dad and then my only grandma 7 weeks later. She stayed near as I went through my dad's things and comforted me through my sleepless nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days before Halloween, my sister hit Rikki with her car in her haste to leave for home. I immediately flew to Utah to spend what I thought would be the last days of her 17 1/2 year life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMC9z7zyYXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pmseoTd3CEA/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242398666185138546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMC9z7zyYXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pmseoTd3CEA/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three of her ribs and both bones in her arm were snapped in half, and her shoulder blade was shattered into several pieces. Amazingly, she recovered. All of her bones mended. After a few weeks though, her kidneys started to fail so my mom had to then give her fluids through an IV everyday for the rest of her life. At Christmastime her bones felt like rubble under her skin and she walked with a limp, but she was still happy and healthy and I was so thankful to still have her. This spring, she developed a tumor in her face. The vet gave her four weeks at most but she held on for 3 more months. Four weeks after her 18th birthday, Michelle and I went up to Utah to say goodbye. We buried her in the pet cemetery in Ogden near my childhood dog, Brandy girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight sweet Rikki kitty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do you do when you need a pick-me-up? You go camping with the Passey's in Sedona of course!&lt;br /&gt;Yeee Hoooo! Need I say more. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My word, where do I start? So many pictures, so little time. Tonight at least. I'll post a few of my favorites and put up a slideshow of the rest.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242413793458695506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMDLkdS2rVI/AAAAAAAAADA/MokTnUQEP0c/s320/PIMG0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our considerably smaller family :) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMDMvXqRpPI/AAAAAAAAADI/T5-56pR8jjc/s1600-h/DSC04244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242415080436507890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMDMvXqRpPI/AAAAAAAAADI/T5-56pR8jjc/s320/DSC04244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bart, Krista and 8 of their 10 (yes, I said ten) kids, 2 sons-in-law, two grandkids and one on the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday, everyone but the little ones, and the one with a little one in her belly, jumped off at least one cliff at Grasshopper Point. The next day, we spent most of our time at Slide Rock where everyone had lots of fun. I think everyone slipped and landed on their fanny at least once. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the mornings and the evenings and all the in between times were spent laughing and playing and enjoying the kids, and eachother's company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We really need to do that again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no pictures of the 4th of July because the church we usually go to didn't have fireworks this year. We headed to the church across the street from that one to find that they weren't having a show this year either. We talked to a friend that said there's usually an awesome show in Fountain Hills. We turned the car around and headed for the Beeline Highway. Once we passed the buildings and neighborhoods and could see the landscape stretching before us to the north, it was obvious that a huge monsoon was heading in from that direction. So... we went to a movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In early July we went to Indio, California with the Eaves'. A short trip of only 4 days but what a relaxing 4 days they were. Rick and Douger went golfing, Terina and I spent our time reading and driving aimlessly around "Little Mexico" looking for a grocery store (ha!) and the kids spent 4 straight days in the water. Our resort was awesome. We stayed in the 2800 square foot Presidential suite with 2 master bedrooms, Master showers you could fit an elephant in and, much to the kids delight, our own hottub out on the balcony. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMH4FiSsXfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JdBiMPaB5Gc/s1600-h/IMG_3042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242744215224212978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMH4FiSsXfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JdBiMPaB5Gc/s200/IMG_3042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242744672366046162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SMH4gJRzK9I/AAAAAAAAADY/egIaamTo8O0/s200/IMG_3051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle, Bailey and Trenton luring ducks with Cheerios &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-3203056242324353617?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3203056242324353617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=3203056242324353617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/3203056242324353617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/3203056242324353617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4l3wB-eeI/AAAAAAAAABI/OyYD9zRmD0I/s72-c/P1010016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-8661241070959802829</id><published>2008-08-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:47:04.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passey's are Moving!! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SKkEYZbhlLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6n0n6wVHqow/s1600-h/DSC04598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235720858984617138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SKkEYZbhlLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6n0n6wVHqow/s320/DSC04598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me crying my eyes out cuz our very best friends are leaving us. What in the world are we going to do every night??? Yes, yes, I understand that somehow we lived without them up until Memorial Day of this year, but before then we had no idea what we are missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man are we going to miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482615449494258225-8661241070959802829?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8661241070959802829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=8661241070959802829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/8661241070959802829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/8661241070959802829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/08/passeys-are-moving.html' title='The Passey&apos;s are Moving!! :('/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SKkEYZbhlLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6n0n6wVHqow/s72-c/DSC04598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482615449494258225.post-545891150854203198</id><published>2008-06-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:11:10.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin &amp; Foxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SF20sPT7SwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h9-n3dxLro8/s1600-h/DSC04128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214522615682255618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SF20sPT7SwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h9-n3dxLro8/s320/DSC04128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Rick and Jenny off to a party dressed as Austin Powers and Foxy Cleopatra. You put the grrrr in Swinger, baby, yah!!! You guys look hot.....literally!&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/5482615449494258225-545891150854203198?l=hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/545891150854203198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482615449494258225&amp;postID=545891150854203198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/545891150854203198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482615449494258225/posts/default/545891150854203198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenpartyof4.blogspot.com/2008/06/austin-foxy.html' title='Austin &amp; Foxy'/><author><name>The Hansen Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218598911107705278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SL4KC0NCTiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gRDGOMtFja0/S220/family+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4JkxRjMG6Q/SF20sPT7SwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h9-n3dxLro8/s72-c/DSC04128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
