tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16291413317917029272024-03-12T23:21:16.097-04:00We're SWELLit's just lifenyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-80392126142688202002018-02-03T23:10:00.002-05:002018-02-03T23:10:33.726-05:00The Great Snail Race<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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friend Gary Pickering and I were waiting for the school bus to arrive
on a drizzly morning. As bored but creative sophomores we sought a way
to entertain ourselves. The wet sidewalks were a playground for hundreds
of brown snails who always emerged when it rained. We watched the
growing slime trails as the snails raced to destinations unknown. We
then hit upon the idea of staging a snail sprint.<br /><br />We both
selected our favorite candidates. Just as we were placing them on the
starting line, our bus arrived. We made a split-second decision to
continue the race on the bus. We carefully palmed our contestants and
smuggled them onto the bus. We settled into the back row as to not have
our activity observed. We placed our marks on the base of the
metal-backed seats and started the race. <br /><br />We quietly cheered them
on for a few minutes, but as the activity was going (you guessed it) at a snail's pace,
we lost focus. We instead engaged ourselves in conversation with Joy Hansen and
Sharon Pittman who were sitting in front of us to pass the time. <br /><br />As
the bus was pulling into the parking lot at the school we realized we
had forgotten about our little mollusk competition. We redirected our
attention to the race course and found Gary's snail near the top of the
seat back. Mine was nowhere to be found. A frantic search turned up
nothing, and we were being pressured the bus by the driver to leave. Gary
grabbed his entrant and we exited. We quietly joked about the
surprise someone was going to get when the missing snail showed up on
their seat. We joined the group of our fellow students and headed to campus.<br /><br />Sixty seconds later we heard an apoplectic Joy Hansen
shrieking and gesticulating at Sharon. No one understood what she was
saying at first. </span>Finally we discerned one word: Snail. Uh oh....<br /><br />We
ran to Sharon to see what was happening and spied my missing racer
sitting on the shoulder strap of Sharon's purse. Once Sharon spotted it
she shrieked too and quickly shed the purse from her shoulder letting it
fall to the ground. Everyone else thought this was hysterical
(including me), but since I was pretty much responsible for the current
incident I felt obligated to do something. I quickly walked over to the
purse, plucked the snail off and tossed in the bushes. I handed the
purse back to Sharon and became an instant hero for the moment. <br /><br />Gary
and I never did confess our deed. So Sharon, wherever you are, I'm
sorry for the stress I caused, and that you had to clean snail mucus off
of your purse. I hope you can forgive me.</span></span>esmith2112http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116166723935336413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-31058354392070102922014-01-02T22:38:00.001-05:002014-01-02T22:40:01.813-05:00Evan's Root Beer Roundup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(Post by Evan)<br />
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I enjoy complex things. I love books and movies with tons of plot twists and turns. I listen to music with elaborate arrangements and high degrees of musicianship. And I relish well-orchestrated, labyrinthine culinary creations that stimulate my taste buds in pleasurable ways. There is one particular beverage that I have enjoyed over the decades that is delightfully complex, but ofttimes underrated and undervalued. This is the drink we know as root beer. <br />
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I have spoken to many who dismiss root beer as a kiddie drink. There are others who gag at the thought of drinking it associating its taste with that of medicine. And there are others like me who cherish the thought of popping open a bottle on a hot summer's day, sipping and swirling the dark liquid in their mouths trying to discern the discrete elements that make up the taste.<br />
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Root beer has its roots (pun intended) in the 18th century of American farm life when it was brewed as a lightly alcoholic beverage for social events. There was no standard recipe, but the primary flavor came from sassafras root complemented with other aromatics, primarily sarsaparilla. (I just learned at this writing that I had been spelling and pronouncing sarsaparilla wrong all my life.) The other flavorings included the likes of vanilla, licorice root, black cherry, spruce tree sap/resin, dandelion leaves, wintergreen, and host of spices and herbs including allspice, fenugreek, anise, clove, ginger, fennel, mint and hops. It was usually brewed and sweetened with sugar and/or molasses, then fermented with yeast. Are you beginning to see the complexity?<br />
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Charles Hires was the first to produce it commercially in the late 1800s. Now there are over 100 different brands concocted in every US state and a few countries around the world. The popularity of root beer is highest in North America. I've lived in several foreign countries and have discovered that those living there who've had the opportunity to taste root beer generally dislike it, citing the resemblance of its taste to that of cough syrup.<br />
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I was raised with the likes of A&W, Hires, and most frequently Shasta root beer in my home. We weren't cola drinkers, so it was the dark beverage of choice in terms of soft drinks. Root beer was just another soft drink to me until I had the opportunity to try Barq's on a ski trip to Utah. The flavor "popped" in my mouth. I think I single-handedly emptied the vending machine at the place I was staying!<br />
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During my college years I noticed more types of root beers available for purchase. I tried out new ones when I saw them, but found most were average, on par with A&W. Barq's was still the one I preferred. <br />
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I lost interest in root beer until about 2000 when I had my first bottle of Virgil's Microbrewed Root Beer. This was a very pleasurable beverage to consume. The flavor was deep. It became my go-to "treat" beverage when I wanted one, and also became my personal gold standard for comparison to other root beers.<br />
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Knowing that I enjoyed root beer, my thoughtful wife got me a wonderful gift for Father's Day, a collection of root beers from across the country. I thought it was a really cool gift! I enlisted the help of my family in tasting and grading the different root beers over several weeks. (It is definitely possible to overdose on root beer if you try too many in one sitting, as I found out!) All root beers were served chilled without ice. I jotted down my reactions and thoughts, incorporating the opinions of others when proffered. The following is compilation of the sampling experience.<br />
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<b>Henry Weinhard's:</b> Vanilla first notes. Very sweet. Reminiscent of A&W. Butterscotch finish. OK, but not engaging.<br />
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<b>Avery's:</b> Watery first notes. No strong flavor. Clean taste. Better with second sip. Nice as a beverage, but not a strong root beer contender.<br />
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<b>Bulldog: </b>Very root beer like. Heavy vanilla. Would probably drink again.<br />
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<b>Judge Wapner:</b> Clean taste. Not so sweet. Honey and herb notes. Fine bubbles. Very subtle.<br />
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<b>AJ Stephans:</b> Light taste. Not very sweet. Licorice notes. Dr peppery. Good amount of carbonation. Overall impression is pleasant.<br />
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<b>Hank's (Diet):</b> Weak, watery butterscotch notes. A bit reminiscent of Pepto-Bismol. Wouldn't buy again.<br />
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<b>Sprecher's Lo-Cal:</b> Excellent "diet" beverage. Robust flavors. Smooth. A good one when you want to avoid the sugar.<br />
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<b>Filbert's:</b> Classic sweet root beer taste. A little reminiscent of A&W. Nothing special.<br />
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<b>Jones:</b> Very unusual taste. Hints of mouthwash or medicine, but not in an unpleasant way. Butterscotch first notes. Minty aftertaste. Generally liked by everyone despite the unusualness. <br />
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<b>Towne Club:</b> Tastes like root beer barrel-shaped candy. Very light carbonation. Nothing notable. <br />
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<b>Boylan's Diet:</b> Strong caramel and vanilla notes. Very sweet. Good carbonation. Took me a few sips to realize it was "diet." <br />
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<b>Dr. Brown's:</b> I was actually surprised by this one. I thought this would be a lightweight, but the flavor was very intense and the carbonation was just about perfect. It had a very nice bite. I'd drink this one again for sure.<br />
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<b>IBC Diet: </b>Weak on all fronts. Will avoid in the future.<br />
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<b>Thomas Kemper:</b> Well rounded and pleasant. Perfect carbonation. Almost candy-like, but no deep flavor. <br />
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<b>Empire:</b> Average A&W style. Sweet. Can't recommend.<br />
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<b>Langer's Gourmet: </b>Tastes exactly like those hard yellow butterscotch candies. Almost no carbonation. Pass. <br />
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<b>Polar Classics Diet:</b> A little watery at first, but then very sweet, followed by dry aftertaste. I was confused by this sweet/dry combo until I realized it was diet. For a diet, it's very drinkable! <br />
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<b>Mason's:</b> Smooth and pleasant with very light carbonation. Root beer flavor isn't very deep. Overall kind of unremarkable. <br />
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<b>Kutztown:</b> First sip seemed a little watery, but I realized that this one was just not as heavy on the sugar. Nice light clean taste. Subsequent sips were very pleasurable. Especially liked that it didn't leave heavy film. Would drink again.<br />
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<b>Jackson Hole Buckin':</b> Great first sip. Strong wintergreen notes. Not too sweet. Smooth carbonation. Definitely would drink again. <br />
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<b>Foxon Park: </b>Great initial root beer taste. Very sweet, though. Has a light bite with good wintergreen notes. Aftertaste leaves mouth a little fuzzy. Mixed feelings.<br />
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That's 21 micro-reviews in all. Although there were 24 bottles originally, 1 was duplicated, and 2 were consumed by guests unaware of my root beer project. (There were no hard feelings.) The standouts in my opinion were Jones, Dr. Brown's, Kutztown, and Jackson Hole Buckin'. For a sugar-free experience I would heartily recommend Sprecher's Lo-Cal, Boylan Diet and Polar Classics Diet. <br />
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This was a really fun undertaking. I hope to discover some more gems in the root beer family in the future!<br />
<br />esmith2112http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116166723935336413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-78626097570247241442012-12-11T15:48:00.000-05:002012-12-31T15:48:13.697-05:00Dog Poo Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(Post by Evan)<br />
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I was ten years old. Earlier in the year we had acquired our first family pet, a cute little Samoyed-Sheltie mix puppy we named Tia. The rules for Tia included the proviso that she could be indoors during the day, but had to sleep outside or in the garage at night. I understand my parents’ logic on this matter since it obviated the need to wake up in the night or wee hours of the morning to let the dog out when the need arose. <br />
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On our first Christmas with Tia, my 8-year old sister Audrey thought it was a crime that our poor little doggy couldn’t spend Christmas Eve with us. She sneaked out of bed and secretly ushered Tia back into the house and sheltered her in her bedroom. Audrey easily got away with this since she, being the only girl, had a room to herself. (I had to share my room with my two younger brothers.) <br />
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Sometime during the middle of the night, Tia awoke with the urge to do what dogs do when their bowels and bladders are full. Being unaccustomed to having to alert a human of her need, I’m sure she tried to find what she figured to be an acceptable spot to do her duty. <br />
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Due to our past proclivity to catch Santa in the act and/or getting a sneak preview of the newly arrived gifts before Christmas morning, my parents had slightly barricaded the hallway to discourage nocturnal exploration. All the children were required to meet with mom and dad before anyone was allowed out to see what Santa had delivered. Once we were gathered and had exchanged Christmas greetings, being the oldest child, I felt it was my duty to be the first one into the living room to assess the Christmas bounty when the barricade was cleared.<br />
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I gleefully ran into the sunken living room with its avocado-green shag carpet. I had barely gone three steps when my bare foot made contact with the “deposit” made by the dog. Although it took me a second to register what happened, I didn’t have much doubt as to what I stepped in. <br />
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I was furious! I was mad at the dog. I was mad at whoever let the dog in. And I was really grossed out that I had dog poo on my foot! (I really hate poo.) Everyone was laughing at me. I remember my mother trying not to laugh, but I could see her turning her head with her hand over her mouth and secretly snickering. After my father gained some semblance of composure, he told me to go wash my foot off. He also asked my mom to clean up the mess on the carpet. He assured everyone that Christmas wouldn’t start until I got back. <br />
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I hopped down the hallway and into the bathroom where I turned on the spigot in the bath tub to let the warm water flow over my foot. I didn't dare scrub until all the chunks had been loosened and rinsed away. After a full disinfecting with mounds of soap, I headed back to the room to get on with the Christmas joy. <br />
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The gift distribution duly commenced and all was forgiven for the moment. A few minutes later I was asked to fetch a large present behind the tree. I dutifully got up and made my way to retrieve the package when, all of a sudden, I felt the familiar squish of another “dog bomb” between my toes.<br />
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At this point there was no containing it. I howled with disgust. Everyone else howled with laughter. My family members were all literally rolling on the floor with tears streaming out of their eyes laughing at the unbelievable bad luck I had just encountered. I screamed, “It’s not funny!” trying to garner some sympathy. But after a moment of fuming, a smile cracked my face and I too started to laugh, albeit grudgingly.<br />
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It took a while, but I eventually forgave my sister for her indiscretion and everyone else for laughing at me. I am now able to look back through the clear lens of hindsight and see just how funny this really was. I have since shared this incident with my children. They beg me to reprise the story each holiday season. I laugh with them each time I recount the story of The Dog Poo Christmas.esmith2112http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116166723935336413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-73384979107291967872010-06-01T09:47:00.020-04:002010-06-03T11:50:33.553-04:00Superman, I'm NotPost by Evan<p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyKcrW_vkqykrmT7SR59jCuGO1AMaeua9kUl7bA8zrXivFYn4v11yq0pGd8eFlEex289YHAiWzq6iQe9uWymTIMlXVaMz6dUDEZvum6XrtqsscO6nGLFdAGgQkk1zBRH-NH6oohXcoVk/s1600/superflight.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyKcrW_vkqykrmT7SR59jCuGO1AMaeua9kUl7bA8zrXivFYn4v11yq0pGd8eFlEex289YHAiWzq6iQe9uWymTIMlXVaMz6dUDEZvum6XrtqsscO6nGLFdAGgQkk1zBRH-NH6oohXcoVk/s400/superflight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477891295359153410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On a recent trip to an amusement park, I got to experience a brand new type of feeling on a thrill ride. Panic! This is not a normal emotion for me. I truly love roller coasters and their kin (see previous post, <a href="http://wereswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear-factor.html">Fear Factor</a>). From my early days at Disneyland in Southern California rides like the Matterhorn Bobsleds and Space Mountain have always excited me.<br /><br />I love to try new things in general (food, music, etc.), so when given the chance to try a new type of roller coaster in which you "fly" like Superman in a horizontal position with outstretched arms and nothing below you, I knew I wanted to go for it. (See image above for a depiction.)<br /><br />Luckily I have a daughter who is fearless in this category as well. Since she was the only one of my three children tall enough to ride, I separated from the rest of the family to sneak away and enjoy it with her. We made our way over to the entrance where we saw no one in line. We ran up to the front only to find the ride was closed. (This should have been an omen in retrospect.) They said it would be open shortly so we walked over to another ride that had no line. Upon return, we were number three in line. Score!<br /><br />As Sophia and I ran up to our moving car, we were required to jump up, climb a small ladder, grab some handholds, and situate our heads on a chin-rest. Once nestled in, the ride operators came in from behind and locked us down in an elongated clamshell to keep us in place. Now secured, we cruised forward along the track where a mechanical guide transitioned our cages from vertical to horizontal "flying" position.<br /><br />Adrenaline began to flow as were pushed into the spiral elevator that takes you to the top. About twenty seconds later we reached the top where we saw a lot of open space below us in that split second before you launch. The downward plunge made my stomach give that traditional funny feeling you get when you're falling. We immediately went into a horizontal loop (which I had no idea was coming) and I was completely disoriented. A few more twists and turns brought us up to the secondary apex of the track where upon making the turn and orienting for the next drop, I heard a loud "clack" and felt a sharp pain in my chest.<br /><br />I finally realized that the ride had literally "hit the brakes." We were completely stopped. In the process of that sudden stop all my body weight shifted forward and smashed against my hat and sunglasses that I had stashed there upon request of the ride operators. Ow! I assumed that there was a temporary delay and waited there for the ride to resume, taking in the limited view I had while hanging there.<br /><br />After the passage of about 2 minutes, I got the feeling that were more than just delayed. I announced my suspicions to Sophia who seemed pretty amused by the whole thing. She pointed out the car below us that was further into the ride that had applied its "emergency" brakes on a 45-degree bank turn. It did look kind of funny to see others' legs hanging out from behind. I began to become a little annoyed at this point. I wondered how long we would have to be here. It was also at this point I started to become uncomfortable in the apparatus suspending me.<br /><br />Had I not tried to adjust my position, I would have never realized that I was pinned from behind. But as soon as my butt and shoulders touched the cage that was keeping me in place, it was all over. The sheer panic of claustrophobia hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks! I took several deep breaths and tried to use logic to calm myself down, but about thirty seconds later I found found myself uncontrollably shouting for help.<br /><br />This is where it all got fuzzy. The rational brain processes went out the window. I remember shouting something to the effect of "You don't understand! I have to get out of here!" and also a couple of choruses of "Help!" I vaguely remember them talking to me on a bullhorn and asking me if I was all right. I gave the thumbs down sign. They told me someone was coming to get me.<br /><br />The last time I had a major claustrophobia attack was in an MRI machine which I'm told I almost broke as I clawed my way out. I hearkened back to that unfortunate event, and it amplified my feelings of being trapped. I didn't want to cry but the urge was definitely there. It was at this point I asked Sophia to hold my hand. I couldn't see her face, but I could see her arm. We linked fingers and I truly did feel better.<br /><br />I watched yet another stranded car lower on the ride as the rescue crew climbed up to them. The engineers helped the passengers down to the platform below. I now felt hope, but I had wished they had gotten me first. About 8-10 minutes later, a man wearing a tie with a walkie-talkie clipped to his belt appeared in front of me. I had reached the point where I had calmed down, but was pretty ecstatic when he arrived. I couldn't see anything, but I felt him jump onto the carriage, heard a click then heard him directing Sophia how to crawl backward. Didn't they know I was the one who needed to get out?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDc7w-jpy9r_3rMCx-Pv3y1frC-R-CcyEfx7JAQ0L-RYsTcPl9DJLROXBUlwhxVkxsfUBCxJwPctkQEn0EoJMN1BCC1SRvpJHjYUo6CfWS6Ow4Trt1fcdAfQ_8Mtu4WiqiSZKaHWxyXQg/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDc7w-jpy9r_3rMCx-Pv3y1frC-R-CcyEfx7JAQ0L-RYsTcPl9DJLROXBUlwhxVkxsfUBCxJwPctkQEn0EoJMN1BCC1SRvpJHjYUo6CfWS6Ow4Trt1fcdAfQ_8Mtu4WiqiSZKaHWxyXQg/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477993844318659378" border="0" /></a><br />My turn arrived shortly after that. I climbed backward onto the horizontal ladder, the jumped down to the platform over which were were stranded. I was still pretty whacked but remember the chief engineer and an assistant trying to calm me down. The assistant climbed down onto the service ladder (the top of which can be seen attached the leftmost support beam surrounded by a cage). He told Sophia to follow him down.<br /><br />After they were half way down, the main engineer asked me to follow him. The only thing I really remember about the climb was the 3-foot jump I had to make from the bottommost rung to the ground. (I vaguely remember babbling on the way down. I think I even apologized for inconveniencing them. Go figure.)<br /><br />A park ranger and a police officer met me at the bottom. They made sure I was OK and walked me underneath the ride over to a service staircase where I found Sophia there waiting for me with a big smile. The park manager was there too, a kind-faced woman who made sure we weren't hurt, and later told us to follow another employee to Guest Services where I assumed they were going to debrief us.<br /><br />Once we arrived there we just stood in front of the window. I then realized that Liz probably wondered where I was. I pulled out the cell phone and saw that I had all manner of missed calls, voicemails and texts. My battery was low so I thought a quick text would at least let her know we were OK. I then heard my name being called. She was about 30 feet away from me trying to get my attention as the park employee was guiding us to the window. Turns out they wanted to give us free passes and that was it. (Better than kick in the pants, right?)<br /><br />I joined Liz and explained the whole thing. I'm sure I was visibly shaken and she was quite understanding. I realized then the amazing fortitude and emotional strength my daughter, Sophia, had shown during the crisis. She was a real star throughout the whole ordeal. She helped me get through my personal hell by keeping me talking while we were stuck. I owe her! Thank you, baby!<br /><br />It looks like my adventure to fly like Superman was not meant to be in the end. I got a brief taste of soaring, but ultimately ended up getting a dose of Kryptonite instead. Life is like that sometimes. Will it deter me from trying it again? Probably not.</p>esmith2112http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116166723935336413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-8345517342311489502010-05-04T22:58:00.003-04:002010-05-04T23:05:02.511-04:00Oh my Birthday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZW4AFeOGSMkP9WYwETqRb7o_uLrvnrjnuSTcY5XSTsaWKaozAIOXr_GPHGT_dyPXWxQU-oH-OeDiPYS3Mzo3i7RX2BWDKVebIxzQv6UPQKtEl58g-XxouzxDDNhMUbxL33RjEzYJk595O/s1600/IMG_1461.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZW4AFeOGSMkP9WYwETqRb7o_uLrvnrjnuSTcY5XSTsaWKaozAIOXr_GPHGT_dyPXWxQU-oH-OeDiPYS3Mzo3i7RX2BWDKVebIxzQv6UPQKtEl58g-XxouzxDDNhMUbxL33RjEzYJk595O/s400/IMG_1461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467615505839393954" /></a>My birthday was one of those extra special days this year. Ask me why and I won't be able to give you an answer but I had a near perfect day and week! Facebook might have had something to do with it as I was shrouded in lots of birthday love and wishes there. I had so many people go out of their way to wish me well and check in. That's all I need. Thanks for the fun and memories and all of the lunches and flowers and presents and mostly the phone calls and notes and texts and cards. 39 was easy and I'm looking forward to 40! xoxonyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-86877904324923267062010-04-13T14:33:00.003-04:002010-04-13T14:45:27.856-04:00LUKE!Luke is really coming into his own. Lately he is all about the color <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">pink</span> and anything to do with balls. While we were picking out Sophia's softball stuff at Modell's yesterday, he insisted on this pink batting helmet (and Sophia chose metallic blue, go figure!), you know the one with the hole in the back for the pony tail. It was too cute. I had to snap a picture! Luckily, we avoided tantrum #569 for the day by offering a gumball from the machine by the checkout. <div><br /></div><div> .25 gumball vs. $63.49 for all of this gear! One more point for TEAM mom!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOCiWmmCby6s8UMcMwclEkJrhQjPvJt5TrcwcvAhkLuAsW77pxQzdw9h-UKLbyU3V_u_2it_OT8PGZADh3hRygKb9LzCfdkkQ8V6A1okTcghOhTTtrQK2Ox5yrBySLpu-d7vF_gIeYiBF/s1600/IMG_1434.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOCiWmmCby6s8UMcMwclEkJrhQjPvJt5TrcwcvAhkLuAsW77pxQzdw9h-UKLbyU3V_u_2it_OT8PGZADh3hRygKb9LzCfdkkQ8V6A1okTcghOhTTtrQK2Ox5yrBySLpu-d7vF_gIeYiBF/s400/IMG_1434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459694272520748754" /></a></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-21551754092364106042009-12-28T12:55:00.004-05:002009-12-28T13:08:24.707-05:00Male Bonding: Winter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLo43plJAIIhyUbR1_K6lgXo1ddpbigwi1DYUa6xe7YetcE7xwKSQPxV3VfVxMSigrn6Lw8xqoyP7_tDCuU-UUUcubddtyDAURo4RSbpfMJkQrjbEwxGLgP-YrUI9HQb1_dNdWtpLO-kn/s1600-h/IMG_7715_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLo43plJAIIhyUbR1_K6lgXo1ddpbigwi1DYUa6xe7YetcE7xwKSQPxV3VfVxMSigrn6Lw8xqoyP7_tDCuU-UUUcubddtyDAURo4RSbpfMJkQrjbEwxGLgP-YrUI9HQb1_dNdWtpLO-kn/s400/IMG_7715_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420349981589132738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I hope there are many more days like this one. All 3 loving it. Ski on!</div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-32769348715572595552009-12-22T22:29:00.003-05:002009-12-22T22:33:02.500-05:00Santa 2009<div>For Family Night, we took the kids to their long awaited trip to have a talk with Santa. I was so impressed with Luke running up to him and eager to have a chat. Sophia and Wesley closely followed behind and this cute Santa gave them a window of time that was just their own with no respect to the line behind us. He was very endearing. Thanks Santa! See you in a few days....we hope! ;-)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCduqML1D7XmKfln0PeC2S2y1ULrMhFcmI4SbecyIqvbPi2OF-sPg963jeAV1dKzbqD2FVELEgXyruA6vtMW9x8WaEFRCBrVm8oCi1icJ2w5jBa4R27aQ3JhSBJEkLVIwCMPBSKXQchs3u/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCduqML1D7XmKfln0PeC2S2y1ULrMhFcmI4SbecyIqvbPi2OF-sPg963jeAV1dKzbqD2FVELEgXyruA6vtMW9x8WaEFRCBrVm8oCi1icJ2w5jBa4R27aQ3JhSBJEkLVIwCMPBSKXQchs3u/s400/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418268816707331170" /></a>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-66159953731700308902009-12-19T19:19:00.026-05:002009-12-22T23:17:39.687-05:00Merry Christmas 2009!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Welcome to our virtual Christmas Card:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ask2HOAvyNJGtt-9yJe4YezweqM5wUj8IwyqyXu7ofVIXPlzs49ob2jeG7958u4-8FBoGBXjQlrnvPHLFe1GYEh479raiXNt79d8yPODA1NQ63VGaMNMlmo4afChf7oBcbqHfWWSdVXi/s1600-h/2009+Cheers+card.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ask2HOAvyNJGtt-9yJe4YezweqM5wUj8IwyqyXu7ofVIXPlzs49ob2jeG7958u4-8FBoGBXjQlrnvPHLFe1GYEh479raiXNt79d8yPODA1NQ63VGaMNMlmo4afChf7oBcbqHfWWSdVXi/s400/2009+Cheers+card.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417106747793548130" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(This isn't our 2009 Christmas Card, it's the runner up but I love it the same!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">2009 is on its way out! It was an eventful year and here are some of the highlights:</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Evan worked hard toward achieving a goal of competing in his first sprint triathlon:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9QU9HgwTL_vKaKlkZdwlbu_Omn5vhSsW8bfyFUn_MUeMZ6NmdOYtjc5XJymn8kZ6yHiYGn53Xh3hOPr7uqiUY6XtrFpb3-HYOs8KU_vaT5f7_asJN_axfeQSx1f3gjB9KcY4VP-ifLEl/s1600-h/IMG_3305.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9QU9HgwTL_vKaKlkZdwlbu_Omn5vhSsW8bfyFUn_MUeMZ6NmdOYtjc5XJymn8kZ6yHiYGn53Xh3hOPr7uqiUY6XtrFpb3-HYOs8KU_vaT5f7_asJN_axfeQSx1f3gjB9KcY4VP-ifLEl/s400/IMG_3305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417388853621231618" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Wesley lost his first tooth:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dweL5TvxXQECDpjXjM7f9bgjFCOx8K1Uv6JQCblUEFr58EmPU1HHYPN2ASX_qyXsTqddhHI2aLeXNh3lgHoKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and started Kindergarten</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAXJfyXgfwN_Avs45EEcXtYi8HmZ8ffgkmcTyh29YnXaeZGVFwbhv-PQln4aHzXbUNR2PWnv0rPjNn8ivd0EktDgahg_dxPx5LuO4MJzg5EhTebcDRZG4xTrTaEhn5wmg5NM7g9sfY7uE/s1600-h/IMG_5138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAXJfyXgfwN_Avs45EEcXtYi8HmZ8ffgkmcTyh29YnXaeZGVFwbhv-PQln4aHzXbUNR2PWnv0rPjNn8ivd0EktDgahg_dxPx5LuO4MJzg5EhTebcDRZG4xTrTaEhn5wmg5NM7g9sfY7uE/s400/IMG_5138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417392216274234482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(with his bffs Henry & Tyler)</div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sophia traveled to Texas for the first time to visit her best friend Halle Kate<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftUc-uUmXlGQP8Ojs73Akkjd_cn6fFj1z8XbztWilOeHjdnh2Q-67PJvpP4WmFIAJYX6pkI9G4JqDC96r5lNP0S57T70v7Wu9-5d1BLNsPG59Hr4El1tYa67KK3uEGYJS7UkkORVnmbfL/s1600-h/IMG_4679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftUc-uUmXlGQP8Ojs73Akkjd_cn6fFj1z8XbztWilOeHjdnh2Q-67PJvpP4WmFIAJYX6pkI9G4JqDC96r5lNP0S57T70v7Wu9-5d1BLNsPG59Hr4El1tYa67KK3uEGYJS7UkkORVnmbfL/s400/IMG_4679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417389958310168066" /></a><br /><br />and got to do another solo trip to Utah and California to be with cousins<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizr6U3ORtYhfvUwDuHJsAGIeetWP5pofjoGfe8VYPVVeO0O7ebtlb2jX6Pq1ZTx9OIxymjIZfo1egtROUsfUQPgLsswFo0an670CvuZaw2hLoxAnpSjTNXFIEg5OYvd_PiUMgQmjzdeDas/s1600-h/IMG_0986.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizr6U3ORtYhfvUwDuHJsAGIeetWP5pofjoGfe8VYPVVeO0O7ebtlb2jX6Pq1ZTx9OIxymjIZfo1egtROUsfUQPgLsswFo0an670CvuZaw2hLoxAnpSjTNXFIEg5OYvd_PiUMgQmjzdeDas/s400/IMG_0986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417390780655321970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-SQgGRLI0EMriL6rLHApTfgfQlMPR-wxPYjzCOU1NndYB0aO37jtebEmqIIm21Hllfywx28Yt1GFXwfQ7Mz8rN__30E0on60pd7WpOrraOS7rBy3uYdFucZdpa7Xncp7H2wHaNJG_nUx/s1600-h/IMG_4669.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-SQgGRLI0EMriL6rLHApTfgfQlMPR-wxPYjzCOU1NndYB0aO37jtebEmqIIm21Hllfywx28Yt1GFXwfQ7Mz8rN__30E0on60pd7WpOrraOS7rBy3uYdFucZdpa7Xncp7H2wHaNJG_nUx/s400/IMG_4669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417390777067921042" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div>and then when she turned 8 she was baptized!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydkF2MFJPYV2cRmkSjIk05VRcVnRmdcDhlFIJwb3LsFGvfBC41uBMYtf92v0wx4KnwmYLTlGIGiDiaAC2J4xA4Bj2rfwLG6dAo7M82G79ObLm2503i1RDcPNFkYh8kb2SMhsZQxPoquOi/s1600-h/IMG_6571.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MZ-EA7p0ZbEFCArAcu8ReeoZGfx-0UdPDUhPceQ4HMAI4o1rutIVonwcsWRZGtsDJn-Xf7mrdZLcMHJoSiBLwu5k4mSAe2tT20SStih07r0uN02UjuC2JAkeuvFL0ncf5Lz32dL-xAin/s400/IMG_6651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417396070224217666" /></a><br /><br />Luke has finally learned to say a few sentences, started school, taught himself how to somersault and knows how to work the microwave, car remote, camera and most iPhone apps with Jelly Car and Lightsaber being his favorites. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IBqFh1RP8d-BIgPijXoHA59zqSuEmij0jLAgUd6L3ygWUGZo4hspwwYAJsWQWXY07zjKieR3hmnvpwAX-NeAy2FMbJCq2FLfx-fOKHXSWULM3lY8dM-5CQBF3IubDKRztvPDU4enhdM_/s1600-h/DSC_2165.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tJQFX91jAcY9eJzkJP7bfHAA2e0P4Uos2HeANpVCmjUi7NZdO4M7loEDotHYdWinRKUqrzZzpmE_qC5DDEDMWDcKN927KnideNA4RDDBsIzJ0VxqIQjMY1Mv7G9Ih7-VoY3ck9T-GUPS/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417550166858403058" /></a>Oh and one more thing on Luke. He renamed everyone in our family: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Saw, Essie and Ook...priceless!<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Liz travelled extensively through the espousal/goodness of her flight attendant cousin and enjoyed spending time with helping her mom a lot out in Utah, throwing her a 70th birthday party, and visiting other friends scattered across the US. We love JetBlue!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Liz also turned herself into a vintage lunch lady in September and taught herself the fine art of <a href="http://gourmetclubnyc.blogspot.com/">cafeteria food--gourmet style!</a> (click on the link for some amazing recipes including homemade hostess cupcakes and smokey mac & cheese with bacon!)</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj9WrmWsK6KvJPs55dVjXlsj53umIEdCLDKeIpcBV2DiIAqP-el85qpR-RSuRUCrHWZAd3IXjgYfdqPc3g-EKr_kY1ygHOC7YO8Vhuh70HL4QMkS6nq9_AQc6uRRDN7HcVFalog1VdGzh/s1600-h/IMG_5414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj9WrmWsK6KvJPs55dVjXlsj53umIEdCLDKeIpcBV2DiIAqP-el85qpR-RSuRUCrHWZAd3IXjgYfdqPc3g-EKr_kY1ygHOC7YO8Vhuh70HL4QMkS6nq9_AQc6uRRDN7HcVFalog1VdGzh/s400/IMG_5414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417553602394390626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(power to the lunch lady!)</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVItUXEcNn9NgcA19ZujNy00Gm8nBvEANoAmoGj7ODxmaB5z-HQjTai5_a18CaBnBd-WmmG2gdLfJWaWCwn8v_IDlJSN5I03TEgye4v1_mp2sQdfKZjBfzOuwusowSnm1aIdEfd4Ypry4/s1600-h/Gourmet+Club+2009+218.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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Lots of kissing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> What a treat!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Evan, Sophia & Wesley became frequent skiers in the Berkshires in Massachusetts.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_tPmPKBXIPlMKN8lO7zulASwGiefMCLONRVYV_Dsx_epMHXpBrm7kdviDQeO28GosyhEIQ_lskPaxmAm4thXwoUb7rmeOrc8ixO99rE5ro4eISozTyStdn2_GbU3MGXYwclf_Bg5WAlK/s1600-h/IMG_0865.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_tPmPKBXIPlMKN8lO7zulASwGiefMCLONRVYV_Dsx_epMHXpBrm7kdviDQeO28GosyhEIQ_lskPaxmAm4thXwoUb7rmeOrc8ixO99rE5ro4eISozTyStdn2_GbU3MGXYwclf_Bg5WAlK/s400/IMG_0865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417556969872884482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Liz even snuck in a run once when Wesley begged so Evan relinquished his skis, boots and coat and off we went!)<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_28NMCdH2TFRRCBm3rjPWr6DNMxh4XA4ZJvkHiMw5Kxj7Orckyi57FNT9ghmAo8eUX1Rg__ig0sOzP0nnQrYwlg-R6eT6RK5GfcNN-zB_Hew7lNgqws8LLOL-7AxFLkW_3kVgDgIy_SK/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9UAaqIA55tEiDWn2EWJOwkzYY1BSGbQZ_GU38MkBk4tVUpTLHMC46zmMKv8ir4NMxz3NdCkRFBo5SyMkwq3QMAWSE3JwxczplawtAxmRPlyKJPhTxGyKEajQS0EY0hCaEPl-aB714US7/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417554567582403554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pictured here with the Buckners who were lucky enough to be in the pageant!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahTWF8NyBscTxqz_aofFlHEki17wj4Zxp2AJD-JJAS4X_afq-uZMImp0oi6wZky5UaoRO0m-DPDUey-SHCMd3_rOvRGKKiwd6NTK9pM4kapJGfXhcAoZKRNBCUdlIU0hSeeYo2UdW3diO/s1600-h/IMG_2894.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahTWF8NyBscTxqz_aofFlHEki17wj4Zxp2AJD-JJAS4X_afq-uZMImp0oi6wZky5UaoRO0m-DPDUey-SHCMd3_rOvRGKKiwd6NTK9pM4kapJGfXhcAoZKRNBCUdlIU0hSeeYo2UdW3diO/s400/IMG_2894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417554249615479202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and Who can resist a voyage on Maid of the Mist?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">and one of the most memorable events of 2009...</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We managed to kill 21 flats of annuals with acidic mulch. Who knew?! Live and LEARN!</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCUyvW9HQlw0pOtVg4_1sMMmOobAsYgqBRYv65_57DBGL6rHYBtNZJkKN2Adqon66IyC0fO5fs_9zmNvaU9hQLKLNkrvIv5chYyfiHCmaSH_SLar4njBB8tY4dvzFKZeB1WmBZPTYaEHk/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCUyvW9HQlw0pOtVg4_1sMMmOobAsYgqBRYv65_57DBGL6rHYBtNZJkKN2Adqon66IyC0fO5fs_9zmNvaU9hQLKLNkrvIv5chYyfiHCmaSH_SLar4njBB8tY4dvzFKZeB1WmBZPTYaEHk/s400/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552046027896850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">xxxx</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">2009 has been a year of many ups and downs! We're so grateful we have each other and this Christmas season to reflect on the meaningful things and people (YOU) in our lives!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> xoxo</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The Smiths</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Our house is warmer when we have visitors so please come and play soon!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTr_0ZgKriMje9fMnekXR9Ivfj2XAst_fuYbyNYzVTFDGCv-kaUfzZCM4AUJme2ERyrvSWr5Wwd8IBAhhqIeSZFlVVy4LfmvLAGCSf0QG7AJ_esuzloHHJFk__guKOjkNT_-yTTzrTojx/s1600-h/joy+card.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTr_0ZgKriMje9fMnekXR9Ivfj2XAst_fuYbyNYzVTFDGCv-kaUfzZCM4AUJme2ERyrvSWr5Wwd8IBAhhqIeSZFlVVy4LfmvLAGCSf0QG7AJ_esuzloHHJFk__guKOjkNT_-yTTzrTojx/s400/joy+card.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565548740056018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(The real card)</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-77179847868554862502009-09-30T11:18:00.001-04:002009-10-01T03:46:03.214-04:00Sophia is 8 TODAY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpBNpclcu_Q8zxln7HF9P_q2e5SrgkueXwXxYhxIx6NY_ASZ3RTFIzLoCG8b40Jlt6FrDijN_xb_gVW7unGK877svaYBmz8oAYh-9OSzwWfrQv1WWMol5QsE8s-kkI4RoxAU3d8cPaXU/s1600-h/IMG_5650.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpBNpclcu_Q8zxln7HF9P_q2e5SrgkueXwXxYhxIx6NY_ASZ3RTFIzLoCG8b40Jlt6FrDijN_xb_gVW7unGK877svaYBmz8oAYh-9OSzwWfrQv1WWMol5QsE8s-kkI4RoxAU3d8cPaXU/s400/IMG_5650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387275825846438450" /></a>Eight is one of those milestones. I vividly remember this day, eight years ago today! It was a balmy NYC day. Fall hadn't yet touched the city and the night before, I went to bed not feeling any different than the previous 9 months, which is not encouraging being almost 2 weeks overdue. I woke up an hour after I had retired to bed to a warm puddle of water! Yay, that moment you dream about had arrived!!! The first sign of labor! Evan and I were so anxious for our long awaited bundle of joy to come after so many heartaches and emotional rollercoaster rides with trying to maintain a pregnancy. As you can imagine, we were delighted to receive a beautiful perfect baby girl just 12 hours later who immediately had it all together! She got with the program of our lifestyle and brought us so much joy and excitement to our days. She was a people person right off the bat and she ruined it for the next siblings with her impeccable sleeping habits.<div><br /></div><div> We love you Sophia and the talent and love your bring into our family. Your are an amazing nurturer and have many promising skills with the Arts! Today marks the day that you start another journey of learning a new instrument--the violin! I love how you tackle new things with vigor and enthusiasm and maintain your other talents. May you always cultivate a love for learning new things, expanding your horizons and loving your family as much as you do-- although it is hard sometimes ;-)!!! </div><div><br /></div><div> 8 is GREAT!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGNqphfmHltb-ozsO05ggbPvqutytN6bAFzIEty6XJiyU7XgiXsGEXLGtRCFIGhW5wsfQ5_1pz8EsBmyVmo38Q1gPgyUmkGgRC_tC4l13bgbcH_78R07PuuT1CKgUkDaOhD29uARySUU/s1600-h/DVC00027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGNqphfmHltb-ozsO05ggbPvqutytN6bAFzIEty6XJiyU7XgiXsGEXLGtRCFIGhW5wsfQ5_1pz8EsBmyVmo38Q1gPgyUmkGgRC_tC4l13bgbcH_78R07PuuT1CKgUkDaOhD29uARySUU/s400/DVC00027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387279156915953282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sophia--15 minutes old, September 30, 2001, NYC</span></span></div></div></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-83273878103097235092009-08-15T01:20:00.004-04:002009-08-15T01:37:48.877-04:00The Sticker Car AGAIN...Here is a little project I was asked to do this week and wanted to share on my blog. Literally, Drew, the owner of TrashTalkMedia, asked me if I wouldn't mind being interviewed for a story FOX5NY was doing on his company and I agreed thinking it would be a quick little blurb soundbite. When I saw the result today that was broadcasted, I was surprised that the story was focused mostly on me and my experience with a little bit of Drew and his company.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Click </span><a href="http://www.myfoxny.com/dpp/your_money/090814_wrap_your_car_for_money"><span style="font-size:180%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> to see the piece. (I can't embed it properly for now.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you're interested in doing this to your car, you can register </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.freecarmedia.com"><span style="font-size:85%;">here at FreeCarMedia</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-6675981354197227782009-08-04T10:40:00.001-04:002009-08-04T10:41:38.567-04:00This blog has flatlined........is there any hope of breathing new life into it? There is so much great content, but the creator is spent. HELP!nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-62615482776357108222009-06-06T15:40:00.004-04:002009-06-06T16:11:52.011-04:00Here's a preview......of our shoot with Blue Lily Photography last month.<div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaY02paK9e2eDh_k45qTRJTVYstxp8p2Vr3EYdSV9pf89BRpF0kTLlAr7oZz0ocJyUEIWJ2R4X_QhEp_QezHpNA-VeFwQgAvm5QCX52lHvYG5s8gdLMafLdT1vvsFontrI_uuA07Rupz0/s1600-h/bluelily.guitars.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaY02paK9e2eDh_k45qTRJTVYstxp8p2Vr3EYdSV9pf89BRpF0kTLlAr7oZz0ocJyUEIWJ2R4X_QhEp_QezHpNA-VeFwQgAvm5QCX52lHvYG5s8gdLMafLdT1vvsFontrI_uuA07Rupz0/s400/bluelily.guitars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302146991850626" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>More to follow...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out bluelily's website <a href="http://www.bluelilyphotography.com/index2.php">HERE</a>.</div><div><br /></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-79562380506482285692009-06-05T01:36:00.004-04:002009-06-05T07:03:40.326-04:00Sophia's Piano Recital 2009<div>How lucky are we to have this little girl in our family?!</div><div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0QqUm2FiINt7nBWWPff9Z1OsVs33TWvxp8gY8iKv7QAbTRI76cNih88j-Q8HR__ioTCrI9SqbZyBEHSoESg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div>We were so thrilled to see the nagging, the endless hours of practicing and the hefty resources pay off as we watched Sophia's third piano recital. She has been really committed to perfecting her talents lately and we're really so proud of her accomplishments!</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhf2uN8JrZzqVR7L_UpRvVv9piv5oYgb62P9wvgvLwPO3qdeYqnefkVlCq1r_dS5v_7Y_VOcfv4CSFM6bK0jmeE_X8cRP9-O2DuMHd8pQofVMtHRzwYR7vRTRjYDWJTb5Uwzv-TwM_bg2/s1600-h/IMG_2776.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhf2uN8JrZzqVR7L_UpRvVv9piv5oYgb62P9wvgvLwPO3qdeYqnefkVlCq1r_dS5v_7Y_VOcfv4CSFM6bK0jmeE_X8cRP9-O2DuMHd8pQofVMtHRzwYR7vRTRjYDWJTb5Uwzv-TwM_bg2/s400/IMG_2776.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343714473113403074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgsfDRrL-CFNPy6BynKlMEwu3Yfp_yPGzGOzqFlr3G97Xv2S4t0DXoEqAOibJzBTS7xo4DETZ5FOvjcFYnxxCubguXnjhm99QKBpOFKNWt15e6SUImZ_9SPvvb7d7NAkqWoL8xPsCheWY/s1600-h/IMG_2780.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgsfDRrL-CFNPy6BynKlMEwu3Yfp_yPGzGOzqFlr3G97Xv2S4t0DXoEqAOibJzBTS7xo4DETZ5FOvjcFYnxxCubguXnjhm99QKBpOFKNWt15e6SUImZ_9SPvvb7d7NAkqWoL8xPsCheWY/s400/IMG_2780.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343714464974099906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3FUTh7HuHWurfhryg6TDJ52lcSDK_bFEFs3MvmL-NEi-h0qnljbkGrKzhBf3OVmefI5k3SXevkOEg-dH6L4KGCbWhwDpUD9LGYBkUAVYkDjRpmYlPzTlBjoqh7AZVk6-4CzisXRwZY2X/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3FUTh7HuHWurfhryg6TDJ52lcSDK_bFEFs3MvmL-NEi-h0qnljbkGrKzhBf3OVmefI5k3SXevkOEg-dH6L4KGCbWhwDpUD9LGYBkUAVYkDjRpmYlPzTlBjoqh7AZVk6-4CzisXRwZY2X/s400/IMG_2784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343714467564197890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Keep up the good work, Sophia! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-64713240965902217462009-06-02T14:29:00.013-04:002009-06-02T16:37:11.496-04:00Luke is 2!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GaDaAXRGgccGecx_VVS28ugifA3L2KEUbH4xb_T_RWfZluniOu0SkPST4EQ6WnUzRyU6IVACmEpsDGkP776-ZI1EUagHlwoQqKXB4sc1boXZfg1cl43BItSdoq-bIU_9NHwUgefdhAmf/s1600-h/IMG_2570.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GaDaAXRGgccGecx_VVS28ugifA3L2KEUbH4xb_T_RWfZluniOu0SkPST4EQ6WnUzRyU6IVACmEpsDGkP776-ZI1EUagHlwoQqKXB4sc1boXZfg1cl43BItSdoq-bIU_9NHwUgefdhAmf/s400/IMG_2570.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807432091250338" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our cute boy is TWO today!<br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcPEgPFDFDrxZsstvPEtb8Ha3prA9CeXfAIviCJsTWi3OHkbGhwlzT0KHc6S62Ezpml7WEl2SEqNXqz_nIr47LhbUr0qV5jo3ZCHNxOGGXZzRqAt65amAJ8f8O7frfOrJG5IVDWZIBP05/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcPEgPFDFDrxZsstvPEtb8Ha3prA9CeXfAIviCJsTWi3OHkbGhwlzT0KHc6S62Ezpml7WEl2SEqNXqz_nIr47LhbUr0qV5jo3ZCHNxOGGXZzRqAt65amAJ8f8O7frfOrJG5IVDWZIBP05/s400/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342800954658780898" /></a><br />Some highlights from his Birthday Party over the weekend...</div><div><br /></div><div>Here, Luke is sampling the last car cupcake before it's ready:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVSIxzmalL8yz9uLbIHujLjRpgQbYAnLuBu90uf4kbtG0Xf0jtmF7mmD3xkzfc-OhNdFochDFm4oNuorbPcC_99ZFZ-E8fThsbLZnreKmikEHZYHMic00u2ngnEFug5Ewc10AA3ajfd6x/s1600-h/IMG_2584.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVSIxzmalL8yz9uLbIHujLjRpgQbYAnLuBu90uf4kbtG0Xf0jtmF7mmD3xkzfc-OhNdFochDFm4oNuorbPcC_99ZFZ-E8fThsbLZnreKmikEHZYHMic00u2ngnEFug5Ewc10AA3ajfd6x/s400/IMG_2584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342801519162664690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(notice tongue on car...)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He kept taking tongue swipes at it when I'd turn my back...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSj6BSmDFaDzqbPEQTotj3KHvb6-igNcUne8zDtyn_hMPETek-97IxOMn3OiaP40RiiYF4YnfMreiYF9V4MeHxP6taGy2qGvMreaTLBiCND_X3HVWLLefFYCoMXBDVjqCjojZuqsAjdBhh/s1600-h/IMG_2569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSj6BSmDFaDzqbPEQTotj3KHvb6-igNcUne8zDtyn_hMPETek-97IxOMn3OiaP40RiiYF4YnfMreiYF9V4MeHxP6taGy2qGvMreaTLBiCND_X3HVWLLefFYCoMXBDVjqCjojZuqsAjdBhh/s400/IMG_2569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342803239401924706" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then he got more brave and took a bite:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHGk9I-Doey9i82DMwCacknCtp2XEJ-jkxhypYGpMmfsFIcJUcjcOnjcsBCzcUVK2NOBuDkRWLzGZx2HTyF03uZYGSvV2ogjZwN8DpkDcPln-v7Vy98_w1e1dkOtsFpq_sbG1Vp76Pc3k/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHGk9I-Doey9i82DMwCacknCtp2XEJ-jkxhypYGpMmfsFIcJUcjcOnjcsBCzcUVK2NOBuDkRWLzGZx2HTyF03uZYGSvV2ogjZwN8DpkDcPln-v7Vy98_w1e1dkOtsFpq_sbG1Vp76Pc3k/s400/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802720626809330" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Oops! I've been caught!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9Q_Yy_Uu370_OrY3xdSyD2-LrfJoe8PMfAZF03w578S2joJA2HX0kgZAitpQxc1RhIG31F971OpQkS9Xev1RSxSolNpYkWXuGMIsdwBDS-9uXgplBuAbSHm6pCX2b8vMy9N4LYA2wup9/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9Q_Yy_Uu370_OrY3xdSyD2-LrfJoe8PMfAZF03w578S2joJA2HX0kgZAitpQxc1RhIG31F971OpQkS9Xev1RSxSolNpYkWXuGMIsdwBDS-9uXgplBuAbSHm6pCX2b8vMy9N4LYA2wup9/s400/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802208561264738" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><div>He just took little nibbles and licks when he didn't think we were watching. When he got caught, he hid his face, but then carried on again a few moments later.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsOVxE1h1Nm5_R-xzvZwKaqcV8EDHn26NMZP8P1tYg0KOv4UxGGBUNtZoyTxpX2cFKvlN_p09EVGeKt3o1doTgkPgDmi-mj9JIbVFLabRr23sdqyQfP3bBD7GtyZHysvkpTDWrKF6VmVd/s1600-h/IMG_2564.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsOVxE1h1Nm5_R-xzvZwKaqcV8EDHn26NMZP8P1tYg0KOv4UxGGBUNtZoyTxpX2cFKvlN_p09EVGeKt3o1doTgkPgDmi-mj9JIbVFLabRr23sdqyQfP3bBD7GtyZHysvkpTDWrKF6VmVd/s400/IMG_2564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342804521151782482" /></a><br /><br />"Hey, it's my birthday, so I'm entitled!" Could you punish a cute mug like this anyway?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUs8yeQTO75Qybdh_WoqD5xGyE2RTlBesVyKcbRUoX5UtIW89HoGF9-spMDZFeWNml7pRYwJa7Ny__t1DYIVTWPB7rvkyHv6pCKb7QQ_pi6Zcpwv09ba_4whpgyKjCPchRxWbOcSV-VybH/s1600-h/IMG_2588.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUs8yeQTO75Qybdh_WoqD5xGyE2RTlBesVyKcbRUoX5UtIW89HoGF9-spMDZFeWNml7pRYwJa7Ny__t1DYIVTWPB7rvkyHv6pCKb7QQ_pi6Zcpwv09ba_4whpgyKjCPchRxWbOcSV-VybH/s400/IMG_2588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342803243705106194" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>He was excited about all the fun loot he got!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1B80TSTnNoxcyrr5vRb31XjX7Bl9mFlT7ZORs33sQCIXQWd_X08A-uFrwQlRV6JpAscsz8yOwkpi6X6KMMBxbJwAREBm2ewSh3wNyD41_NronuDK6qrGO-CDwjSNZSYtp_p1jhjdIzS2/s1600-h/IMG_2709.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1B80TSTnNoxcyrr5vRb31XjX7Bl9mFlT7ZORs33sQCIXQWd_X08A-uFrwQlRV6JpAscsz8yOwkpi6X6KMMBxbJwAREBm2ewSh3wNyD41_NronuDK6qrGO-CDwjSNZSYtp_p1jhjdIzS2/s400/IMG_2709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807074717260050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He loves the show Yo Gabba Gabba and so he got the get up from DJ Lance</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-dHFFTRNJxVmRh7S0iqnkfgI0Ehp4WPuHPg_tZcYq_KwKDKZLEjNgdgQ-PJ6h_4uu2xFGWh6FIC5lCVg89IsgvnpGuyi7s5urccA0SWwLuxXoWjfFjEOkKXdERCkI2lTgdCrWboPE75b/s1600-h/IMG_2692.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-dHFFTRNJxVmRh7S0iqnkfgI0Ehp4WPuHPg_tZcYq_KwKDKZLEjNgdgQ-PJ6h_4uu2xFGWh6FIC5lCVg89IsgvnpGuyi7s5urccA0SWwLuxXoWjfFjEOkKXdERCkI2lTgdCrWboPE75b/s400/IMG_2692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807076335207330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This talking Scooby Doo card was a HIT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">!<br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeZKcHM9s502a66eSlWaAQeZpPBHHbw-OX7iMZ5qNOxaVCLZcJkC2DEP5dDA5T9_Dw-ySux94clgiUFa3FzIarjEPZkOYnEuZgHYTRw2uV1ga7adST7QPt2d3v6V3I95xKhG46R9EAlCt/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeZKcHM9s502a66eSlWaAQeZpPBHHbw-OX7iMZ5qNOxaVCLZcJkC2DEP5dDA5T9_Dw-ySux94clgiUFa3FzIarjEPZkOYnEuZgHYTRw2uV1ga7adST7QPt2d3v6V3I95xKhG46R9EAlCt/s400/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807065807306914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He hasn't been able to get enough of it!<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VtG6cvrpfNj_UVNHh17pcSS_LXECnpXtov3yhc3RZQbAnr6olaWCZ0SJ9eVJjqTHrCMNTCXLVNY1h4jDv9gUIZtrNhuEm5U3QMWsBLYmnl4hhS2A6HTgc7wM4ZpF7CdBNo2yrGrnnm00/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VtG6cvrpfNj_UVNHh17pcSS_LXECnpXtov3yhc3RZQbAnr6olaWCZ0SJ9eVJjqTHrCMNTCXLVNY1h4jDv9gUIZtrNhuEm5U3QMWsBLYmnl4hhS2A6HTgc7wM4ZpF7CdBNo2yrGrnnm00/s400/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807061713033746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bee Me is a cool edgy 3D moving picture book! Check it out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17xrSPDxmTp7CgCXplWN6TZ_7-XxQR-AAY_bs4ZfT8XtvbBbw-tWpwUPvij1icBm66IXrrzZYN6M3HWISxcqhyphenhyphen9uGTRwaBvTJ1CzhRpxxKOuWlxuf3JeB8o5asEEWF_r5bsH7asAU0tq8/s1600-h/IMG_2674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17xrSPDxmTp7CgCXplWN6TZ_7-XxQR-AAY_bs4ZfT8XtvbBbw-tWpwUPvij1icBm66IXrrzZYN6M3HWISxcqhyphenhyphen9uGTRwaBvTJ1CzhRpxxKOuWlxuf3JeB8o5asEEWF_r5bsH7asAU0tq8/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807060065286194" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fun sand toys for our weekly beach excursions.</div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiuGPR-z7Hi71nzTQ3WhvDN2j41bmMsMU0B7EIsBxGfntWCK4OYPQFoS7LFUe1rN1yQQKbI14UAnpTkPJbPvohKq5JvGTVhQJIWSeIgT2nvxWog7KcGuaupNJnOyfFb27IfoNK3oOdCeVC/s1600-h/IMG_2690.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiuGPR-z7Hi71nzTQ3WhvDN2j41bmMsMU0B7EIsBxGfntWCK4OYPQFoS7LFUe1rN1yQQKbI14UAnpTkPJbPvohKq5JvGTVhQJIWSeIgT2nvxWog7KcGuaupNJnOyfFb27IfoNK3oOdCeVC/s400/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811146849729826" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">A new froggy beach towel. I'm sure he'll grow to love it. ;-)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here's to a great year! I sure hope you shape up soon and stop your fetish for spray cleaners and Sharpies (as I was writing this, I had to interrupt my sentence to call poison control as he was eating the Benadryl Itch Stopping Gel) and fall into line. Otherwise, you may not make it to 3! xoxo<div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSiiThBbMGIc58UqZrpgKCSp9YpceHe3SDTGPtJ6Q8xwytlHexWuaGdPI-l2Ln7OVhbTxeI_h36zvOVXwQYRYkXJsiqUmAU3kf2iKhJx-B-70nlVglICjqEngzOEt1YzNq5wiK2TTt_3q/s1600-h/IMG_2216.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSiiThBbMGIc58UqZrpgKCSp9YpceHe3SDTGPtJ6Q8xwytlHexWuaGdPI-l2Ln7OVhbTxeI_h36zvOVXwQYRYkXJsiqUmAU3kf2iKhJx-B-70nlVglICjqEngzOEt1YzNq5wiK2TTt_3q/s400/IMG_2216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342814025158551826" /></a></div></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-12184343780753765902009-05-31T16:01:00.001-04:002009-06-06T16:17:30.038-04:0013 Years...Can it be this was us 13 years ago?<div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTakrWifwAu9x1GucL-UGNvEGelRbf646MB784S4DmCONfW9CkGiEz4tIOTzeGRsFSLxk3sB0f0oE1wL9hKRrW4G4wCbXKknRD1I66ENF2Iah_qexnT67AO07w9OBT4IC6q_xIdZYGZVWM/s1600-h/Engagement.Dume.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTakrWifwAu9x1GucL-UGNvEGelRbf646MB784S4DmCONfW9CkGiEz4tIOTzeGRsFSLxk3sB0f0oE1wL9hKRrW4G4wCbXKknRD1I66ENF2Iah_qexnT67AO07w9OBT4IC6q_xIdZYGZVWM/s400/Engagement.Dume.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344311105741090370" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I remember this day of meeting Evan's family for the first time. Driving to Malibu to have our engagement shots taken by Trevor. Loving the green hills of Spring in Southern California. Frolicking on the beach. Excited for merging our lives and living happily ever after...</div><div><br /></div><div>3 kids</div><div>7 mailing addresses</div><div>many trips</div><div>many heartaches</div><div>many happinesses</div><div>lots of trials</div><div>and lots of fun later...</div><div><br /></div><div>Still happy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-33102516172626279352009-05-13T14:14:00.006-04:002009-05-13T20:02:34.635-04:00Blue Lily is COMING! Anyone want a session?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6vsUnpl16hoesVUmvLT-MnGQFMJtIEkxzoyG7NiVFoYBNdWEBKy35KQLJr60xqAItGb4ZsfkT9cIsN3ayH-m05PR0cpd8cLGytLOHX5HgCKKoQiLe2mb7lOyNuZ831cBd8fZRlGyMXJU/s1600-h/WW.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6vsUnpl16hoesVUmvLT-MnGQFMJtIEkxzoyG7NiVFoYBNdWEBKy35KQLJr60xqAItGb4ZsfkT9cIsN3ayH-m05PR0cpd8cLGytLOHX5HgCKKoQiLe2mb7lOyNuZ831cBd8fZRlGyMXJU/s400/WW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335377223705500738" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.bluelilyphotography.com/index2.php">Blue Lily</a> is an awesome viral Photographer! I say viral because her business has become so well known and exploded all over the blogger world. I don't have to say much because her work screams for itself. She is simply amazing and creative and humble and fun and she loves me, so of course I think she ROCKS!<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, to my point--- she is on her way to NY right this minute for a traveling photo session promotion for 5 days. She is doing urban shots in TriBeCa and nature shots in Central Park. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just talked to her and while her schedule is mostly full, she has a few openings left, so if you're interested in a last minute photo shoot, shoot me a comment and I'll hook you up. (or contact her through her site & say you want the "Liz Special!") She's willing to cut her rate significantly on these last few openings just to fill up, so better hurry! </div><div><br /></div><div>For a gallery of her work, go <a href="http://www.bluelilyphotography.com/index2.php">here</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>For her blog and more information about her traveling sessions, go <a href="http://bluelily.squarespace.com/new-york-city/">here.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>For one of my top 5 favorite Blue Lily shoots, go <a href="http://bluelily.squarespace.com/blue-lily-blog/2009/4/13/viva-las-vegas.html">here!</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Be prepared to be blown away!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-68367639640779458152009-05-10T11:36:00.002-04:002009-05-10T13:04:30.286-04:00Happy Mother's Day to my MOMMY by Sophia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGb2meDeFUqg0bFMks_XzJy5wE92QE8SGBurWzR_0oys2Aku7xwsITHq-P3S6IJIlwjSoeuue4tSlZiLkKnrW5wOieGrneZCL7BCJDjz7SXm0A8ue8_l3dctX3bnekhgdJ4e0sSe42_tJ4/s1600-h/IMG_8010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGb2meDeFUqg0bFMks_XzJy5wE92QE8SGBurWzR_0oys2Aku7xwsITHq-P3S6IJIlwjSoeuue4tSlZiLkKnrW5wOieGrneZCL7BCJDjz7SXm0A8ue8_l3dctX3bnekhgdJ4e0sSe42_tJ4/s400/IMG_8010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334219657373125378" /></a>Happy Mother's Day! My mom is the best mom this year, because she got the award to be the Mother Of The Year! Well not really, that's just a joke. Someone sent a <a href="http://news.cnnbcvideo.com/?nid=c7LzKeJiZihRdrGKJaAQ7jE2NzkyMA--&referred_by=15903742-YdDaVdx&p=moveon">video</a> to my mom.(I don't know why?) Anyway, my name is Sophia Smith, I am 7, turning 8 in September. I know my mom is one of the best moms in the whole entire world. My mom is pretty and nice. She is tall and has three kids.(I'm one of them.) My mom's name is Liz Smith. Her husband's name,(My dad's name) is Evan Smith. That's my part of my mom's blog.nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-55133396209673964882009-04-26T22:04:00.002-04:002009-04-26T22:08:59.398-04:00Happy Birthday to ME!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUd9XwAQgVW80gRPjoLAAs4goj_h3C205JSruQrb7ZmWl6kd46d9Bn4S22LQmceGxUSJt10G1t3mlM71OPLUbekTxuMq2n0L2gXdYdXsU08tpz1izlhZlBXXZkqTbu76o4kEdrgP0wyaqQ/s1600-h/IMG_4832.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUd9XwAQgVW80gRPjoLAAs4goj_h3C205JSruQrb7ZmWl6kd46d9Bn4S22LQmceGxUSJt10G1t3mlM71OPLUbekTxuMq2n0L2gXdYdXsU08tpz1izlhZlBXXZkqTbu76o4kEdrgP0wyaqQ/s400/IMG_4832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186503529218482" /></a>A picture says a thousand words and I think this one pretty much sums me up right now!<div><br /></div><div>Glamorous in my heart</div><div>Fun-loving</div><div>Trying to keep it together</div><div>Enjoying life's ups and downs</div><div>A little out of focus</div><div>And ready to take off!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for the birthday wishes, friends!</div><div><br /></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-91712647214973785092009-04-09T11:12:00.008-04:002009-04-12T20:58:23.277-04:00Getting Into Gear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNv_QE7fXfr9fuB2VcWOpkuiChue8of7MRiB8LUprXhgyTy6Jz0gePotXo8Nqh3Vc-REcpPwfeDL03WbBSJ0quvVudLSRClWF4XpzO3YrT2asY3p16TSRHEx69f1BLlm3EZMOsNlc05Y/s1600-h/Cooper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNv_QE7fXfr9fuB2VcWOpkuiChue8of7MRiB8LUprXhgyTy6Jz0gePotXo8Nqh3Vc-REcpPwfeDL03WbBSJ0quvVudLSRClWF4XpzO3YrT2asY3p16TSRHEx69f1BLlm3EZMOsNlc05Y/s400/Cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322709839973145634" border="0" /></a><br />(post by Evan)<br /><br />I bought a MINI Cooper for commuting purposes a little over a year ago. It’s a fun little car and when last year’s gas crunch hit I was feeling pretty smug when I was pulling off 45 miles per gallon per tank of gas. While it has its quirks, which I’m told are due to the fact that it’s British, I like my car a lot. One quirk, though, nearly got the best of me.<br /><br />The Cooper is actually classified as a sports car. It has a low center of gravity and corners extremely well. Being such a light (in weight) car, it doesn’t take much engine to propel it at a good clip. What completes the “sport” part is the inclusion of a manual transmission. I think it really connects the driver to the vehicle. I also think it a shame to see a nice sports car without one.<br /><br />While generally a conservative driver, there are times where I like to take advantage the sportiness and channel my inner Speed Racer. There’s a portion of my evening commute in the Bronx where the two-lane road is narrow, has lots of hills, and includes lots of twisting turns. This provides plenty of opportunity to exercise the clutch and gear shift. The speed limit on the Henry Hudson Parkway is only 50 MPH, but feels fast due to the tightness of the road. Quick upshifts and downshifts and frequent lane changes are employed in an attempt to maintain velocity.<br /><br />There is one point where the Henry Hudson Parkway has an exit for the Mosholu Parkway and simultaneously becomes the Saw Mill River Parkway where you leave the Bronx and enter Westchester county. The <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=mosholu+parkway+%26+saw+mill+river+parkway+bronx+ny&sll=40.899825,-73.890438&sspn=0.018619,0.032959&ie=UTF8&ll=40.900571,-73.890953&spn=0.018619,0.032959&t=p&z=15">topography </a>includes some nice hills at this point as well. Coupled with a nice curve in the road this all makes for a potential bottleneck for through traffic.<br /><br />As I came down the hill in the right lane, the exit ramp to the Mosholu was backing up. I wanted to change lanes to avoid the slowdown, but was blocked by a car. I braked a little and allowed it to pass. By the time I got into the left lane, the uphill had started and since I had lost some speed, I did a quick downshift from 5th to 4th gear. Imagine my surprise when the gearshift seemed to pop out of its socket and rise up into my hand!<br /><br />For a brief second I was at a complete loss for what to do. My mind quickly fast-forwarded to me being the one car that was forced to stop in the lane (since there is no shoulder at that point) and become the source of the evening’s traffic jam. I could picture all the angry drivers shaking their fists at me as they were forced to merge and go around. Then it was to the part where the tow truck had to come bail me out. Then it was thinking about the outrageous towing bill I was going to get slapped with. (It’s really amazing how much thought your brain is capable is just a short span of time!) Reality came back when I realized I had actually made it into 4th gear and was motoring just fine up the ramp.<br /><br />My exit strategy became my next topic of thought. There were no exits until the Cross County Parkway. As long as I didn’t have to slow down (about a 50% probability based on previous traffic experience), I could make it easily to that ramp. There was still nowhere to really get off there either. It was mostly just exits to other parkways and highways. I realized that as long as traffic was good, I could make it to my normal exit which puts me in a slightly more quiet residential area. My hopes were raised slightly at this prospect.<br /><br />As I cruised the highway I next contemplated what to do with the shifter in my hand. It was then I realized the true nature of my problem. The gearshift was actually still connected to the transmission. It was only the shifter knob that had come off into my hand. Since the base of the knob and actual lever are convered by a leather boot, it wasn’t entirely obvious to me at the moment. My worries fled as I managed to shove the knob back onto the lever. My cortisol levels returned to normal as I finished my commute.<br /><br />I don’t know if a detachable gearshift knob truly counts as a quirk. It continued to pop off every so often during aggressive shifting. But the <a href="http://www.mininyc.com/">MINI dealership in Manhattan</a> (a finely run organization, by the way) saw it as a defect. They happily replaced it as a warranty item during its first scheduled maintenance.<br /><br />With my new shifter in place I continue to act out my Speed Racer fantasy every now and then.esmith2112http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116166723935336413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-72255008682908223852009-03-05T19:31:00.005-05:002009-03-05T19:50:57.828-05:00I turn my back for one MINUTE......and this is what happens!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGAXA13r-MP4zHVcvWw7R18zfujeOYD-YBxxVApWaUULboKTbGhFIE7kQzgth5dZBCw3fOu9qFJ2_s_8gy8HAw1zu7aVRGL4_zO1Gf4_cPLnC9WZ4hFb0Qbtt2tbvZDGUt-Bf_XeYYhLa/s1600-h/IMG_0705.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGAXA13r-MP4zHVcvWw7R18zfujeOYD-YBxxVApWaUULboKTbGhFIE7kQzgth5dZBCw3fOu9qFJ2_s_8gy8HAw1zu7aVRGL4_zO1Gf4_cPLnC9WZ4hFb0Qbtt2tbvZDGUt-Bf_XeYYhLa/s400/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867288380355218" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>I made dinner for a friend who had surgery this week and while I was on the phone coordinating the delivery, I see Luke skyrocket past me with a chunky handful of the cake I made to complete the dinner. I ended the conversation and returned to the kitchen to see the damage. It was bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>Quick thinking led me to this presentation instead...</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBdwXLINVWse_YDGOXVheOZr4ytdgYYz0mVYkl-FKplstx8sQ1Rs5YgcK4gumSeI-ZEm6xLXbc9n26CYro_NJOpdtFI9YmsUk55kZMVxHp2lWFNlufWgg7MvhkhH2OI0dUPldGhqOU0km/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBdwXLINVWse_YDGOXVheOZr4ytdgYYz0mVYkl-FKplstx8sQ1Rs5YgcK4gumSeI-ZEm6xLXbc9n26CYro_NJOpdtFI9YmsUk55kZMVxHp2lWFNlufWgg7MvhkhH2OI0dUPldGhqOU0km/s400/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867297367227682" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One more point for Team MOM!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So if you're ever delivered a bundt cake this way, this is probably what happened! haha</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Good to be flexible and forgiving because remember <a href="http://wereswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-believe-it.html">THIS</a> that happened earlier this week? This kid is KILLIN' me!!! And he BITES. When will it end?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhCCkYSI9YMzZyTEOZ1Bs8DSMxM1vv25RPoVi4eaa8bMZQWnEfzJkuC02-552ANsNdH8xHeZPNDHN2I354op-khPmL8tc1p6fXT6cX7hjceAxnjNLHnLvW5qBp_JyurG8hjUmMrJju3KR/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhCCkYSI9YMzZyTEOZ1Bs8DSMxM1vv25RPoVi4eaa8bMZQWnEfzJkuC02-552ANsNdH8xHeZPNDHN2I354op-khPmL8tc1p6fXT6cX7hjceAxnjNLHnLvW5qBp_JyurG8hjUmMrJju3KR/s400/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309870308938463810" /></a>But he's so darn cute and very lovable, so we'll keep him! But please grow out of this stage SOON!!! xoxo</div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-30620690619139097102009-02-27T21:02:00.003-05:002009-03-04T00:38:59.758-05:00Little Things...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZVNKtCV-cIdo2NCsQCwysEgZi_v_0kBSyVr6fYOhqlPKuAKJ2Akb0fFK0LpSGm3Vvg1E4TEg454WNlF60RpFU9Qvn0upeN5L-BSZO6V7T6YJwQf_cMP6CzaHLhLSw5kYMSTJxPN0L-SF/s1600-h/01carwash.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZVNKtCV-cIdo2NCsQCwysEgZi_v_0kBSyVr6fYOhqlPKuAKJ2Akb0fFK0LpSGm3Vvg1E4TEg454WNlF60RpFU9Qvn0upeN5L-BSZO6V7T6YJwQf_cMP6CzaHLhLSw5kYMSTJxPN0L-SF/s400/01carwash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309202712450245378" /></a><br />...Sometimes, it's the little things that mean so much.<div><br /></div><div>This week, I took the car to get washed and they guys took an extra long time paying attention to little details. They even washed the sludge that's been accumulating in the center console cup holders and along the inside side rails where the kids step in with muddy feet. They thoroughly vacuumed inside pulling out the car seats and the back seats and hand dried the whole thing and even motioned to me to stop so they could re-dry my window where they saw they missed a little. I was impressed with their eye for detail during these "tough economic times" where everyone's morale seems to be down and companies are downsizing their service. LMC Car Wash on North Avenue--you've won a customer for life!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-16497305556294750242009-02-26T10:43:00.004-05:002009-02-26T11:00:20.812-05:00Good Bye, Liz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWNkZEGe0lbuK6njBLtIYFaULs-RqRFHVhK_nYWaeZVojKGJRdDQqwRFJbeUZYt5yU4NxVYcE7Qq8Pmy1SOeGCE6Vnm5vY7H3ON0r97rDwFW23Fdz_BojmhXMDh_NnX3NABBQdpR3SO5g/s1600-h/LizSmith_x_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWNkZEGe0lbuK6njBLtIYFaULs-RqRFHVhK_nYWaeZVojKGJRdDQqwRFJbeUZYt5yU4NxVYcE7Qq8Pmy1SOeGCE6Vnm5vY7H3ON0r97rDwFW23Fdz_BojmhXMDh_NnX3NABBQdpR3SO5g/s400/LizSmith_x_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307134089811919490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Central Park, Sept 2001</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div>I guess there's a lot of <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29374943/">buzz</a> from a certain 86 year old being laid off.<div><br /></div><div>So far, I've gotten calls from Reuters, the NY Observer and my father looking for a statement today.</div><div><br /></div><div>Will the calls, letters and publicity packets cease to come now that she's throwing in the towel?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll miss you, my friend. 2am calls from freaks who just finished your book and need to get answers will never be the same now. And the call from a certain old boyfriend from 50 years ago was a touching story, but alas I still couldn't help him either. It was fun getting calls from Kevin Spacey's office and invitations to galas in Florida. Most callers were amazed that someone could actually have the same name as you and tried to assure themselves that I wasn't "Liz Smith the columnist." Yes, I'm sure. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I AM Liz Smtih the blogger. Read ON!</div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-57284005238058962872009-02-25T10:37:00.000-05:002009-02-26T11:01:51.249-05:00I don't believe it!I have a new friend...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhp1zzJLPkQKMCpRfb7xpSQkhjK8NFdAA4T-FEY6ZCzfe9VgydJKmkMVNjOCFHt31ONMbmaJSF4gywkWOBCxb8ao17d9DrqP-murvQW6wr2IP82epONnJ-1gWb6R6N8IuM6odhCDq3Rt0/s1600-h/magic_eraser.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhp1zzJLPkQKMCpRfb7xpSQkhjK8NFdAA4T-FEY6ZCzfe9VgydJKmkMVNjOCFHt31ONMbmaJSF4gywkWOBCxb8ao17d9DrqP-murvQW6wr2IP82epONnJ-1gWb6R6N8IuM6odhCDq3Rt0/s400/magic_eraser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307131192762261266" /></a><div><br /></div><div>This guy took sour apple green permanent marker off of my white marble counters and light yellow cabinets when a regular sponge did nothing....</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how you do it, Mr. Clean, but I am blown away. Thanks for saving the life of a certain 21 month old!!!! I can't be mad now, but I have to say, my blood was boiling when I first discovered the damage a few minutes ago. I love art, but his designs need a different surface.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629141331791702927.post-8506343697705375262009-02-24T22:47:00.009-05:002009-02-25T00:09:18.285-05:00LOVE Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaD66bggYJATpi9B2axK73DFnvhwhNUwh8wFbyzy1rK3DuaMagUj1JXCYtEvmshXlkj_BUnC0dhgNxDfky-ZkD2K2bZiITmFYIQIxnHbOzCdNU-I37q3ytUAmRRpzds54ss04Amk92B-Pa/s1600-h/IMG_0578.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaD66bggYJATpi9B2axK73DFnvhwhNUwh8wFbyzy1rK3DuaMagUj1JXCYtEvmshXlkj_BUnC0dhgNxDfky-ZkD2K2bZiITmFYIQIxnHbOzCdNU-I37q3ytUAmRRpzds54ss04Amk92B-Pa/s400/IMG_0578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306581853967445570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Evan scored lots of points for sending me gorgeous long-stemmed roses to enjoy during the week!</span></span></div><br />Our Valentine's Day this year was packed with festivities.<div><br /></div><div>The kids came up with an idea to have a party! Well, Wesley talks about having a party all the time, but when the idea for a Valentine's party was put on the table, Evan and I went with it and helped the kids create a low key breakfast party.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_NGl6WvZrVaEbIBUgI6eGbVg0bsejnpWrn4h9Oyh3NltGyNvKOskGoKJs6S6KnldEdfabUkpL9CYbGjPHftDeZxXP6H3DBuIr8BfvL9irTYJWTttMd9wiQxIRK-hdf-aH_Le4LmG-8y_1/s1600-h/IMG_0583.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_NGl6WvZrVaEbIBUgI6eGbVg0bsejnpWrn4h9Oyh3NltGyNvKOskGoKJs6S6KnldEdfabUkpL9CYbGjPHftDeZxXP6H3DBuIr8BfvL9irTYJWTttMd9wiQxIRK-hdf-aH_Le4LmG-8y_1/s400/IMG_0583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306581862085947346" /></a><br /><br /> They were each allowed to invite 3 friends.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbNFDEAReUCdVuCdBasjX-ogGrV4jhVHsXAUCDDElI7csmHO2CetqwcXpRpkkc_OcVB8uxJqfjETzSjxTJF97oVipcGKca2WR-pxcoTYcVek6R4AZTd_44XV594wW35jHDA26E4C-vRtj/s1600-h/IMG_0624.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbNFDEAReUCdVuCdBasjX-ogGrV4jhVHsXAUCDDElI7csmHO2CetqwcXpRpkkc_OcVB8uxJqfjETzSjxTJF97oVipcGKca2WR-pxcoTYcVek6R4AZTd_44XV594wW35jHDA26E4C-vRtj/s400/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306581852226331682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is Alessia who Wesley talks about a lot...</span></span></div><br /> We came up with a menu: Heart shaped pancakes, bacon (very heart healthy!) and strawberry smoothies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7MERw-YoLJ7Y6JTkL9CG8t40RVCTI-O5XVlkpc_PWDdrdLH6O4V6rNQnWM-MVCHzvy5imrCSzPyTfW_Mwf4VPjMDDtfEJYyqDEIfGHakOBWE8jwa0278BwJ5_pPwhgWa1AbTRDhnWlWr/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7MERw-YoLJ7Y6JTkL9CG8t40RVCTI-O5XVlkpc_PWDdrdLH6O4V6rNQnWM-MVCHzvy5imrCSzPyTfW_Mwf4VPjMDDtfEJYyqDEIfGHakOBWE8jwa0278BwJ5_pPwhgWa1AbTRDhnWlWr/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580273690284706" /></a><br /><br />We decorated,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgwMKnVVbG-KGKUB4cNO9Hzk8v0n4sAMh-CXQQ3Mwo3EZ7VvPd9HnRCBN5luBm4Rx6U90XLtz_vMjLwpqAPwGgMwhCCkviroyfqJZ6ZCBI7EgR2quWOLQfeYoHpWOxtgULUrjxkKgubj2/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgwMKnVVbG-KGKUB4cNO9Hzk8v0n4sAMh-CXQQ3Mwo3EZ7VvPd9HnRCBN5luBm4Rx6U90XLtz_vMjLwpqAPwGgMwhCCkviroyfqJZ6ZCBI7EgR2quWOLQfeYoHpWOxtgULUrjxkKgubj2/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580267464625538" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1d5kQqFj4oA9MqfrrE70quknvNxmn0-JvUUl9wbeBFkOXFdOSl79OTdtRGAZmVQuUbgFSuZaKSpWza7oqYMu-W0bSk8mf0j3uFRWzUsBOUCoAVKWFA7RKdvlhoczKnVkt6nboHFquo7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1d5kQqFj4oA9MqfrrE70quknvNxmn0-JvUUl9wbeBFkOXFdOSl79OTdtRGAZmVQuUbgFSuZaKSpWza7oqYMu-W0bSk8mf0j3uFRWzUsBOUCoAVKWFA7RKdvlhoczKnVkt6nboHFquo7Y/s400/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580275095476578" /></a><br /><br />they made puzzle crafts,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5QhloMUMTScQQQmyYunN4Cpo981_oLsg9iNAm-xDgk_i3x0f1KsTAM6qiD6AR1RxbGV6vuKNZ7oCz3_MrL3GyQ8Ah2twspo1w5Pw_9-g3iBMB-TzreRj16My3-nXtmL68fo6zFlNNTt7/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5QhloMUMTScQQQmyYunN4Cpo981_oLsg9iNAm-xDgk_i3x0f1KsTAM6qiD6AR1RxbGV6vuKNZ7oCz3_MrL3GyQ8Ah2twspo1w5Pw_9-g3iBMB-TzreRj16My3-nXtmL68fo6zFlNNTt7/s400/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306581853835111938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Wesrey"</span></div><br />they played games and decorated cupcakes. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nkwHbATjFRFVB2wKPPF70JDM4tpR7DpEjojbxovlLzHAh0MYVNPSEnhhcU40rGbiSzxOs7nrq7UlKAP2vKKoQqIDH8ROrWWG2j81UGDBpHGq2ZRT2oCaZZeRcTag3T6wpZNBdhZyhf_a/s1600-h/IMG_0586.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nkwHbATjFRFVB2wKPPF70JDM4tpR7DpEjojbxovlLzHAh0MYVNPSEnhhcU40rGbiSzxOs7nrq7UlKAP2vKKoQqIDH8ROrWWG2j81UGDBpHGq2ZRT2oCaZZeRcTag3T6wpZNBdhZyhf_a/s400/IMG_0586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580283420461874" /></a><br />Afterall, it is the holiday of SUGAR!!!</div><div><br /> It was fun having a party that was combined with the two age groups.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9rIE3FpOUnugBcjUlXg1g2MANn0j53yJSmULSXMuyMPH4VxpH2csLcqod9WenEFAezp5prlmeQMCkXhVjDSU2BQXOcnOxQa8giLCV8LjjCs7Pd0kttTeRYLF6e4YR1EgXrpOSKAPlQVm/s1600-h/IMG_0620.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9rIE3FpOUnugBcjUlXg1g2MANn0j53yJSmULSXMuyMPH4VxpH2csLcqod9WenEFAezp5prlmeQMCkXhVjDSU2BQXOcnOxQa8giLCV8LjjCs7Pd0kttTeRYLF6e4YR1EgXrpOSKAPlQVm/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580279037600802" /></a><br /><br /> The older ones entertained the younger ones and the dynamic was fun! I think having a Valentine's party is a great idea. Spread the LOVE!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQKAVmt2bK8uvzsYnYTodtxPVVtpehvLBdhq8nXLSko5lxxV8MEnc97Z36Jji5Wwno2zTvVtfL1hBESya1-G3XjAuoYsgY0iX1-NtdTjRZyqQ2sxmdR3ip27gBLs-o97KQJKtqlX4SeRk/s1600-h/red-cupid.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQKAVmt2bK8uvzsYnYTodtxPVVtpehvLBdhq8nXLSko5lxxV8MEnc97Z36Jji5Wwno2zTvVtfL1hBESya1-G3XjAuoYsgY0iX1-NtdTjRZyqQ2sxmdR3ip27gBLs-o97KQJKtqlX4SeRk/s200/red-cupid.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306593463242210722" /></a>...Evan and I had been planning an adult party of sorts. Last year, we went to <a href="https://web.iceculinary.com/icereg/category.asp?category=COOKING+FOR+COUPLES&frmMode=submitted">ICE</a> for a </div><div>Romantic Couples Cooking Class which was very entertaining and lots of fun. We had the great idea to do it ourselves this year with 4 couples and Evan was the chef. Everyone participated in preparing a wonderfully delicious menu that Evan came up with. It was really fun to cook as couples and enjoy the evening together.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The menu:</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hearts of Palm Salad with Beets<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Truffle Leek Lasagnette<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Filet Mignon with Merlot reduction & frizzled mushrooms<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steamed Aspargus<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Truffle Filled Flourless Chocolate Cakes<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9eqrHLn5HY2iYELRWS6_LPvl7QB6cmptlBq_asq0-yvZQeyZcjSnHjxoiMREyhZpjDtLdF1Nv3JhqGZw0CRBZcjv-HKZK5Ha2X6vwj7ROwMI3wS08xdqfxXwqns5VZf_9IAXu0TaPvHyx/s1600-h/IMG_0648.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9eqrHLn5HY2iYELRWS6_LPvl7QB6cmptlBq_asq0-yvZQeyZcjSnHjxoiMREyhZpjDtLdF1Nv3JhqGZw0CRBZcjv-HKZK5Ha2X6vwj7ROwMI3wS08xdqfxXwqns5VZf_9IAXu0TaPvHyx/s400/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306588136226947826" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Lovely ladies: Liz, Jane, Anne, Annalee</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-tG_ssJyqMvRX6oWBDRcS7nkpR9ECbMfGyC9YaNcD2YqTv3JFq87JBCbFW1E23sShEm4NnTug2x6RQLbgcAElwSatNd97CxKsgwx3tNcvFFy1Zr3j46CvqE35tKHMs6bMAwRtpTOHVKx/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-tG_ssJyqMvRX6oWBDRcS7nkpR9ECbMfGyC9YaNcD2YqTv3JFq87JBCbFW1E23sShEm4NnTug2x6RQLbgcAElwSatNd97CxKsgwx3tNcvFFy1Zr3j46CvqE35tKHMs6bMAwRtpTOHVKx/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306588136437216370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hardworking men: Bill, Evan, Kai</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXP1ioPXoaXMTPen6GQSHwrjzLAvU51jYuJTb2EO3DvkyClZHLS7QAA9Et-qHbiXA1H1WEDstTWs81VdShnEreb257S5ObCKPtqtvoeC5-L00vgLk-iiLKtXTAPfDvzMERWRfmKF1JGFH/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXP1ioPXoaXMTPen6GQSHwrjzLAvU51jYuJTb2EO3DvkyClZHLS7QAA9Et-qHbiXA1H1WEDstTWs81VdShnEreb257S5ObCKPtqtvoeC5-L00vgLk-iiLKtXTAPfDvzMERWRfmKF1JGFH/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306595109745601698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cris prepping the herbs & shallots</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lCYcWRFzepAKh1HnmTolRyWTxWOejrhzWDesJOS6aSzwTtwXx-w5Q2nQAm3M0BeSQ2Dg3xy3TcgkfNRjtoBA5cXsFJLIW1nHhqh0PM6PH-HKnvoNKjNZYQgoYSK4WzvOQcfkUXUwpImK/s1600-h/IMG_0665.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lCYcWRFzepAKh1HnmTolRyWTxWOejrhzWDesJOS6aSzwTtwXx-w5Q2nQAm3M0BeSQ2Dg3xy3TcgkfNRjtoBA5cXsFJLIW1nHhqh0PM6PH-HKnvoNKjNZYQgoYSK4WzvOQcfkUXUwpImK/s400/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306588142943614226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Evan finishing off the Merlot reduction</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6Mu7xNXofcRMnZnDmEJrTJKoPmihlrq_yfyDAqvKm2DdBpaQWTEdGsjjAWxerBgQiK_ScTmZ7VDI9XUrKXahJHCMS4KSVocYfdmHaR5PotEN4UbLYSIrzOiiwvNp88J2LGO7mkXhoXoJ/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6Mu7xNXofcRMnZnDmEJrTJKoPmihlrq_yfyDAqvKm2DdBpaQWTEdGsjjAWxerBgQiK_ScTmZ7VDI9XUrKXahJHCMS4KSVocYfdmHaR5PotEN4UbLYSIrzOiiwvNp88J2LGO7mkXhoXoJ/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306588141037528242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The delicacy filled table awaiting us! Jane, bedding sylist extraordinaire delighted us with a beautiful table setting!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnno36Cp4ovUh05yjD8ceYJHG8pqcQb_4bI6EIsl86ynf5vmZ-_X_H1_VTR5JMlWiOko52HbgVJmrRurbT9p9kfyVUbhQN9yP1Rr2ou_7oQvCwQ5rZQ5lyCln2zgjw6RLwjblVCzwrzvY/s1600-h/IMG_0673.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnno36Cp4ovUh05yjD8ceYJHG8pqcQb_4bI6EIsl86ynf5vmZ-_X_H1_VTR5JMlWiOko52HbgVJmrRurbT9p9kfyVUbhQN9yP1Rr2ou_7oQvCwQ5rZQ5lyCln2zgjw6RLwjblVCzwrzvY/s400/IMG_0673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306590346467768082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The guys pulled off making the chocolate cakes that each couple shared! I have to say Cris has some wicked cake decorating skills!!! Good job, men!</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My Valentine:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SSjSu7mIUgNkhcPhgUEbm0BpIcPaV7hJDgHK_h8x8cWbTtz1IbqcVZphLxOL1eqjtfF6zeQHMcBlFiGNHluay24op_ILJF3w2eejbBZqegJIdWmLD8ijh5UKBI1-UthbrbanEQnZwBU0/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SSjSu7mIUgNkhcPhgUEbm0BpIcPaV7hJDgHK_h8x8cWbTtz1IbqcVZphLxOL1eqjtfF6zeQHMcBlFiGNHluay24op_ILJF3w2eejbBZqegJIdWmLD8ijh5UKBI1-UthbrbanEQnZwBU0/s400/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306590342197106178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Be MINE! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">xoxo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">*** if anyone is interested in the recipes, leave a comment and I'll email the doc to you!</span></div>nyclizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00616403163344948724noreply@blogger.com3