<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395</id><updated>2012-01-23T20:16:24.680-07:00</updated><category term='A Grandpa Tom Contest--like Amy&apos;s'/><category term='Labor Day Weekend 2009'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Fun Fall things in Utah'/><category term='Real pizzaria pizza at home'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='quilt'/><category term='Tom&apos;s Birthday--early'/><category term='Cleaning Out Grad and Gram&apos;s home'/><category term='A nice peaceful day.'/><category term='Tuesday and Wednesday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='I&apos;d be convicted.'/><category term='snow in Orem Utah'/><category term='Big Day'/><category term='UT'/><category term='Sam&apos;s Softball Camp and time with both Families'/><category term='A start to better health'/><category term='Day Trip to Ogden'/><category term='The many sides of Blake Holman'/><category term='A Festival to miss'/><category term='Fun and Family'/><category term='NCFR Conference'/><category term='Christmas and New Years in Utah'/><category term='Holding the grandchildren'/><category term='Spring Flood in Basement'/><category term='The best of Lovell'/><category term='Hike #2'/><category term='really need a chocolate fix'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='The big double-digit birthday for Sam.'/><category term='Our poor Corolla'/><category term='Only if you really'/><category term='Wonders of nature'/><category term='Fun with Three of Our Sons'/><category term='A Saturday at the museums'/><category term='Food'/><category term='England and the Matt and Jenny Holmans'/><category term='A fantastic grandparents&apos; vacation'/><category term='Big Transition'/><category term='July 4th'/><category term='New England Trip 2008'/><category term='Family Togetherness in good times and bad'/><category term='nice looking men in kilts'/><category term='Kickball Game'/><category term='Geneva Nicholls'/><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Pops Holman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4609287984178014052</id><published>2012-01-23T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:16:24.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving equals food...and we did it up royal.&amp;nbsp; Take note that with all the good food...Connor only wanted chocolate milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqPJrUV-YN4/Tx4d79oj41I/AAAAAAAAA58/jrpnuzNGvQY/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqPJrUV-YN4/Tx4d79oj41I/AAAAAAAAA58/jrpnuzNGvQY/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the family gets together there is always lots of laughter and making fun of one another.&amp;nbsp; Josh seemed to think wearing an Indian necklace made the feast more authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C2Ue7vG8Vc/Tx4eFs0LMhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wtBe8uuvlkM/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C2Ue7vG8Vc/Tx4eFs0LMhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wtBe8uuvlkM/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Logan and Josh helped Shaun and Nicholle by string up the Christmas lights.&amp;nbsp; Being reared in Wyoming, it just doesn't seem like an activity that should be done in shorts and t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enM-D9VArzI/Tx4eOK9EMTI/AAAAAAAAA6M/iz2ppChDv50/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enM-D9VArzI/Tx4eOK9EMTI/AAAAAAAAA6M/iz2ppChDv50/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The food was good and the visiting was wonderful but the highlight of Thanksgiving for Tom and I was going to the San Diego temple with our children.&amp;nbsp; Apparently Shaun and Nicholle enjoyed it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbDZl5e6sLE/Tx4eV3KTRyI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MMEDV5l5AUc/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbDZl5e6sLE/Tx4eV3KTRyI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MMEDV5l5AUc/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tom and I, loving being with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMQ7F08a540/Tx4eezI61BI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kMfAx4mxwLg/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMQ7F08a540/Tx4eezI61BI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kMfAx4mxwLg/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Josh and Kristy looking dapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QORa3GuwSgk/Tx4eqeYR96I/AAAAAAAAA6k/KmcSKR5dW-I/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QORa3GuwSgk/Tx4eqeYR96I/AAAAAAAAA6k/KmcSKR5dW-I/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Logan (take note of how Logan is standing...always with his hands in his pockets...just like my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYoLHxuzY94/Tx4e2bIKMGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/1APXz5Ho3yk/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYoLHxuzY94/Tx4e2bIKMGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/1APXz5Ho3yk/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jenny, our daughter-in-law, came all the way from England to share this experience with us.&amp;nbsp; Matt was good enough to stay in England with the kids.&amp;nbsp; We are so glad she came...it made it all extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71WPAK4AbZ8/Tx4fC_oSZHI/AAAAAAAAA60/0x1B-B5rR9s/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71WPAK4AbZ8/Tx4fC_oSZHI/AAAAAAAAA60/0x1B-B5rR9s/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Josh and Kristy....sealed for time and all eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnulnIAOYIY/Tx4fQNRneFI/AAAAAAAAA68/n9PowDKLA10/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnulnIAOYIY/Tx4fQNRneFI/AAAAAAAAA68/n9PowDKLA10/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family:&amp;nbsp; Logan, Jenny, Josh, Kristy, Tom, Linda, Nicholle and Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qIp7skfzsg/Tx4fcrOgIYI/AAAAAAAAA7E/g_Jb6DfsOaw/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qIp7skfzsg/Tx4fcrOgIYI/AAAAAAAAA7E/g_Jb6DfsOaw/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times had by all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4609287984178014052?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4609287984178014052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4609287984178014052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4609287984178014052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4609287984178014052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2012/01/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqPJrUV-YN4/Tx4d79oj41I/AAAAAAAAA58/jrpnuzNGvQY/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8516805107130894312</id><published>2012-01-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:53:53.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in San Diego/Poway, California</title><content type='html'>Why would we want to spend Christmas in cold Utah when we can lounge in the sun in California?!&amp;nbsp; Throw in a couple of kids and four grandkids and it is a done deal.&amp;nbsp; As part of the fun we all went to Seaport Village to shop and just "goof around", as my mother would say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPFjti_mwjs/Tx4ZqFrhiZI/AAAAAAAAA48/LuloD9YknMs/s1600/IMG_0324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPFjti_mwjs/Tx4ZqFrhiZI/AAAAAAAAA48/LuloD9YknMs/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Madison, Connor and Sam found a "cow-ch" to rest upon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-WM0TNqkHs/Tx4ZyHOSFZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/xStoW7PPcHY/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-WM0TNqkHs/Tx4ZyHOSFZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/xStoW7PPcHY/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My California grandson out in the back back yard....sunglasses and football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQf7EQt9ADc/Tx4aAcnIMTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ISzmDd2Mwbk/s1600/IMG_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQf7EQt9ADc/Tx4aAcnIMTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ISzmDd2Mwbk/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whats a trip to San Diego without eating at Old Town Mexican Cafe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jy-I-j1OQqw/Tx4aLkzFSBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JrhDjWgHNiA/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jy-I-j1OQqw/Tx4aLkzFSBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JrhDjWgHNiA/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Making gingerbread houses will have to become a tradition.&amp;nbsp; Below is Amanda hard at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq2PJZCe_z8/Tx4aX1o97yI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rtFTHum0VWg/s1600/IMG_0347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq2PJZCe_z8/Tx4aX1o97yI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rtFTHum0VWg/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam and her finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXsRGO-Dneg/Tx4ahDEpuGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/yDCvUcC6U_c/s1600/IMG_0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXsRGO-Dneg/Tx4ahDEpuGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/yDCvUcC6U_c/s400/IMG_0355.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Christmas we made a jaunt up to Julian.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell the kids all got some kind of electronic for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nm8sT1TK28/Tx4au7RdzNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9pR4lev0Mi0/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nm8sT1TK28/Tx4au7RdzNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9pR4lev0Mi0/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then there is Shaun....he just puts up with us all and even smiles through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CFUx982vEA/Tx4a7YPhgyI/AAAAAAAAA50/g9e0a37qRU8/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CFUx982vEA/Tx4a7YPhgyI/AAAAAAAAA50/g9e0a37qRU8/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good times had by all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8516805107130894312?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8516805107130894312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8516805107130894312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8516805107130894312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8516805107130894312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-in-san-diegopoway-california.html' title='Christmas in San Diego/Poway, California'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPFjti_mwjs/Tx4ZqFrhiZI/AAAAAAAAA48/LuloD9YknMs/s72-c/IMG_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7843641864809554149</id><published>2012-01-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:26:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow, Snow!</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that we live in the center of Orem, and I really do mean the center, we have an amazing location....check these photos out.&amp;nbsp; We had a snow storm on Saturday night and when we woke up Sunday I couldn't resist taking these pictures.&amp;nbsp; You would think we lived out in the country somewhere.&amp;nbsp; If I had a million dollars I would love to buy the pasture just beyond our fence and turn it into a park for my grandkids to play in.&amp;nbsp; (And then we really wouldn't ever have neighbors out there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3VehlrudIg/Tx4T_wVOG6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/y79u817QDwQ/s1600/Mt+Timp.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3VehlrudIg/Tx4T_wVOG6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/y79u817QDwQ/s320/Mt+Timp.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dB6qgo3KyLs/Tx4U1DRnGfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/CrsxkCV-w2Q/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7843641864809554149?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7843641864809554149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7843641864809554149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7843641864809554149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7843641864809554149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow, Snow, Snow!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3VehlrudIg/Tx4T_wVOG6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/y79u817QDwQ/s72-c/Mt+Timp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-2684966182250357318</id><published>2011-07-26T20:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:15:05.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>We had a great time at Lagoon a couple of weeks ago with Nicholle and kids, Logan, and Josh &amp;amp; Kristy. I sprung for a photo and I think it turned out pretty well. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIf7JM5ud0I/Ti90Kcyz8_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/T6NJfJRf2KM/s1600/Holman%2B17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633849381740606450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIf7JM5ud0I/Ti90Kcyz8_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/T6NJfJRf2KM/s400/Holman%2B17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-2684966182250357318?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/2684966182250357318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=2684966182250357318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2684966182250357318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2684966182250357318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2011/07/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIf7JM5ud0I/Ti90Kcyz8_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/T6NJfJRf2KM/s72-c/Holman%2B17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-309775359887954006</id><published>2011-05-27T16:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:27:22.403-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A nice peaceful day.'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day in Logan, UT</title><content type='html'>Although it is just the Friday before Memorial Day, we decided to go up and decorate graves to avoid the crowds on Monday. We saw my dad's gravestone for the first time since they didn't get it put up until late in the summer. Mom was very pleased with it. We also put flowers on the graves of several other Holman and Bell ancestors. Logan cemetary is very beautiful and peaceful. As a teen I HATED going up to Logan on Memorial Day. Wasted a perfectly good first day of summer vacation. But I've matured or gotten older and really enjoy it now. I think that because I hated it I didn't force any of you kids to go up, did I? Or is that just a made-up "good parent" memory!?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrtLNmAuuJQ/TeAjBYPTvbI/AAAAAAAAA30/YaKX7N-9OBw/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611523642297138610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrtLNmAuuJQ/TeAjBYPTvbI/AAAAAAAAA30/YaKX7N-9OBw/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then after going to the cemetary, we headed up to Maddox. This is a traditional place to go after the cemetary. It must have been traditional for other people because the place was packed! Was it on a Memorial Day you went there with us, Matt, and barfed up your chicken-fried steak on grandpa Holman's flowers when we got back to Kaysville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kD1inm9CE0/TeAi6x1NOYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/9xQE7Hx-kFs/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611523528907897218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kD1inm9CE0/TeAi6x1NOYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/9xQE7Hx-kFs/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-309775359887954006?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/309775359887954006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=309775359887954006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/309775359887954006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/309775359887954006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-in-logan-ut.html' title='Memorial Day in Logan, UT'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrtLNmAuuJQ/TeAjBYPTvbI/AAAAAAAAA30/YaKX7N-9OBw/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-2240837593696758940</id><published>2011-04-30T13:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:16:36.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow in Orem Utah'/><title type='text'>Spring in Utah, come on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is April 30th, and we have a couple of inches of snow on the ground. But I remember one April 30th--my sister Jane's birthday--when we also had snow and they had to change her party plans. So this isn't all that unusual. But I can hardly wait until we actually have nice weather.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ58G8XgS0E/TbxfgHnyjvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MHBo6R27r7Y/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601457041948446450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ58G8XgS0E/TbxfgHnyjvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MHBo6R27r7Y/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8qe7u5J1gY/TbxfYTuFmKI/AAAAAAAAA24/IxNJK_ik3RY/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601456907757131938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8qe7u5J1gY/TbxfYTuFmKI/AAAAAAAAA24/IxNJK_ik3RY/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-2240837593696758940?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/2240837593696758940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=2240837593696758940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2240837593696758940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2240837593696758940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-in-utah-come-on.html' title='Spring in Utah, come on!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ58G8XgS0E/TbxfgHnyjvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MHBo6R27r7Y/s72-c/IMG_1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1997854387081303406</id><published>2010-12-13T11:55:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:17:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Vienna</title><content type='html'>It is time to say good-bye to Vienna.  It has been a wonderful four month experience.  We have walked miles exploring every corner of this beautiful city.  We have been able to share experiences with our students and with family and friends that have come to visit.  We have been able to also venture outside the city and into neighboring countries and what an experience that has been. It is now time to say good-bye to Spittelauer Platz and head on to new adventures.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ7WIB3M2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zaIKEUZLNTQ/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550259210823349090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ7WIB3M2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zaIKEUZLNTQ/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye little kitchen. It wasn't often that Tom and I shared you alone, but this is proof that it did happen!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ673EeiJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ewH4sSFO4pg/s1600/Picture%2B095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550258759594313874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ673EeiJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ewH4sSFO4pg/s320/Picture%2B095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Happy Noodles...we shared you with our family....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ6VW5Gb0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/fFTR-TMt0Lc/s1600/JackMax%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550258098121633602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ6VW5Gb0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/fFTR-TMt0Lc/s320/JackMax%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and we enjoyed you when we were alone. You were a temptation on Sunday since you are where we met the street car to go to church!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ6EJTnZgI/AAAAAAAAA14/MYMyFZuAcBY/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257802416973314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ6EJTnZgI/AAAAAAAAA14/MYMyFZuAcBY/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye ornate buildings that almost became 'common' because they are on every steet.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ5nwawqSI/AAAAAAAAA1w/60Ohddi0r4Q/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257314699716898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ5nwawqSI/AAAAAAAAA1w/60Ohddi0r4Q/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye to all the fun little side streets and 'passages' we discovered.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ5Mf0FhwI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9LbaNr1-BfQ/s1600/Budapest%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550256846386071298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ5Mf0FhwI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9LbaNr1-BfQ/s320/Budapest%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye St. Peters Kirche...you provided some beautiful musical concerts for us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ4SxzSJnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/X62IxZ559Og/s1600/Picture%2B099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550255854782129778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ4SxzSJnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/X62IxZ559Og/s320/Picture%2B099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Schoenbrunn Palace...my favorite place to take visitors and to just hang out. This picture was taken from....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ3QXuovMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pbKdzjNYjTk/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550254713911950530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ3QXuovMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pbKdzjNYjTk/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...the Gloriette, which was built on a hill behind the palace so Maria Theresia had something more interesting than a hill to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ3Evp3YII/AAAAAAAAA1Q/nEv5xvYJ61I/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550254514175959170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ3Evp3YII/AAAAAAAAA1Q/nEv5xvYJ61I/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Wurst Stand...you weren't my favorite place but Tom and Matt's family loved you!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ2r9P7Z-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/RhClj9fgcMc/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550254088328538082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ2r9P7Z-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/RhClj9fgcMc/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Belevedere...your art gallery was my favorite.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ2LpC6yoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1aBKTv2Tcgc/s1600/Picture%2B132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550253533149448834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ2LpC6yoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1aBKTv2Tcgc/s320/Picture%2B132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye to the LDS Institute and Brother and Sister Wade. Thank you for being a fun place to meet and eat.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ1zPBXMHI/AAAAAAAAA04/Gvhx3-JJR5U/s1600/Picture%2B110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550253113846739058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ1zPBXMHI/AAAAAAAAA04/Gvhx3-JJR5U/s320/Picture%2B110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good-bye to more fountains and statues than I could possibly count or keep track of.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ1aI4UJkI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xdk-cT_oEno/s1600/Picture%2B108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550252682701448770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ1aI4UJkI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xdk-cT_oEno/s320/Picture%2B108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good-bye Austro-American Institute of Education where we attended classes. (Someday the face-lift will be done and the construction materials removed from in front of you)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ0uYlglyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/_-o_sbF9M_0/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550251931003295522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ0uYlglyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/_-o_sbF9M_0/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye St. Stephens...I have studied the inside and outside of you and you are inspiring!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ0OsxdhdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/oKjla9FRT2c/s1600/Vienna%2Bstephendom%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550251386666321362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ0OsxdhdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/oKjla9FRT2c/s320/Vienna%2Bstephendom%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Mozart...I loved your candies, where you lived, where you performed and everything you touched in Vienna and surrounding areas!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZzpIBnA9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/b-BAXG5kF38/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250741146780626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZzpIBnA9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/b-BAXG5kF38/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good-bye bakeries that are on almost every corner, you will miss us!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZzMppWW4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R8pOyHsiV7c/s1600/Picture%2B102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250251955624834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZzMppWW4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R8pOyHsiV7c/s320/Picture%2B102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good -bye McDonalds that I said I would never eat at even if it was right by my apartment! (I had to 'eat' those words!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZytDZ9K-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/aX20pjmGvGM/s1600/Picture%2B129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550249709114567650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZytDZ9K-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/aX20pjmGvGM/s320/Picture%2B129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Franz Joseph Bahnhof that was right by our apartment and contained our favorite grocery store, the Billa, and McDonalds.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZyTo3ka8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/UMNAm5vSdkg/s1600/Vienna%2BFranz%2BJoseph%2Bbahnhof2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550249272494287810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZyTo3ka8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/UMNAm5vSdkg/s320/Vienna%2BFranz%2BJoseph%2Bbahnhof2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye State Opera House that I walked by everyday I was in Vienna!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZx7sroulI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mYf5jgiAHuQ/s1600/Vienna%2Bstaatsoper%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550248861201119826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZx7sroulI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mYf5jgiAHuQ/s320/Vienna%2Bstaatsoper%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZxzI2TEqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/O21HMbF_BsI/s1600/Vienna%2Bstaatoper%2B001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550248714143208098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZxzI2TEqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/O21HMbF_BsI/s320/Vienna%2Bstaatoper%2B001.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Central Cemetary with this amazing chapel.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZxhJvvLhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/TJmQvu_vRkE/s1600/Picture%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550248405146480146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZxhJvvLhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/TJmQvu_vRkE/s320/Picture%2B118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye to fixing Sunday dinner for 18 very hungry people!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZxGYIZKhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Xu5jkggQ048/s1600/Picture%2B119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247945151523346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZxGYIZKhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Xu5jkggQ048/s320/Picture%2B119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZw_fTC8gI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0Zi7AiMXZvI/s1600/Picture%2B120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247826816168450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZw_fTC8gI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0Zi7AiMXZvI/s320/Picture%2B120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZw2EIBvNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uuJBrtI9zTo/s1600/Picture%2B121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247664903371986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZw2EIBvNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uuJBrtI9zTo/s320/Picture%2B121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye fun students.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZwjKOAaTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/807JRjCDgbQ/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247340121549106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZwjKOAaTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/807JRjCDgbQ/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Sacher Torte and hot chocolate.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZwH1RoicI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1kcphyw6Zus/s1600/Picture%2B113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246870643149250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZwH1RoicI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1kcphyw6Zus/s320/Picture%2B113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good-bye Japanese tourist....They know a couple of cuties when they see them!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZviEOQKjI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qFsgMLX9uEY/s1600/MatJenn%2B700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246221820471858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZviEOQKjI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qFsgMLX9uEY/s320/MatJenn%2B700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye funnest ever Christmasmarkts.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZubc3KjJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/S3wVE0-NeKk/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550245008663809170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZubc3KjJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/S3wVE0-NeKk/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZuEAQ1sqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/jDODwHsea9s/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244605849875106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZuEAQ1sqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/jDODwHsea9s/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZt2PvTCeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/LOKOzPculDg/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244369485990370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZt2PvTCeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/LOKOzPculDg/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZtkvwfXyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z--nrcDRwT4/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244068843282210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZtkvwfXyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z--nrcDRwT4/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye beautiful Christmas lights and snow storms.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZtL2Pq4hI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QxRLkQonsiA/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550243641087943186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZtL2Pq4hI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QxRLkQonsiA/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZs3k2nD8I/AAAAAAAAAyI/RGde8Mr91ag/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550243292822048706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZs3k2nD8I/AAAAAAAAAyI/RGde8Mr91ag/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZsVAgctgI/AAAAAAAAAyA/z26YI_cHR74/s1600/Vienna-December.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550242698949867010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZsVAgctgI/AAAAAAAAAyA/z26YI_cHR74/s320/Vienna-December.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye Vienna...but hello Munich, Paris, and London!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1997854387081303406?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1997854387081303406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1997854387081303406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1997854387081303406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1997854387081303406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-vienna.html' title='Good-bye Vienna'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TQZ7WIB3M2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zaIKEUZLNTQ/s72-c/Vienna%2BNovember%2B053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7033884122692100451</id><published>2010-12-08T12:15:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:12:14.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today we went to...</title><content type='html'>...Bratislava, Slovakia.  It is only 40 miles from Vienna, so Tom and I hopped on a train bright and early this morning.  Bratislava is the capital of Slovakia and Vienna the capital of Austria...they are the two closest world capitals.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_i4bIAJEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0vwl4HkLtaQ/s1600/Bratislava%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548402724925613122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_i4bIAJEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0vwl4HkLtaQ/s320/Bratislava%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Michael's Gate and it is how you enter into the old city.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_hxLlrThI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NzJ7qOaVgg4/s1600/Bratislava%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548401500984397330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_hxLlrThI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NzJ7qOaVgg4/s320/Bratislava%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a hard time getting all of Michael's Gate into a picture, so this is the top of the tower. Tom and I climbed 5 flights of stairs so we could walk around the area where you see a fence, right under the clock. I huffed and puffed but the view was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_hlzxRylI/AAAAAAAAAxo/fOvY-9SSyNc/s1600/Bratislava%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548401305612044882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_hlzxRylI/AAAAAAAAAxo/fOvY-9SSyNc/s320/Bratislava%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Grassalkovich Palace... where the President of Slovakia lives.  It was built in 1760-65, which in Europe years is fairly new!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_g3JCpxRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/iF2m8O6h0Pg/s1600/Bratislava%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548400503868212498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_g3JCpxRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/iF2m8O6h0Pg/s320/Bratislava%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the sunglasses on the guards!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_gqoKormI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FPAiAsICKcU/s1600/Bratislava%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548400288884895330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_gqoKormI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FPAiAsICKcU/s320/Bratislava%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for my brothers, Jack and Max. Sometimes you don't even need to know the language...you just need to understand 'envirnmental print'!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_f-Fljw8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yhbR8tb-4lk/s1600/Bratislava%2B067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548399523688334274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_f-Fljw8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yhbR8tb-4lk/s320/Bratislava%2B067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bratislava has some very interesting statues all over town...these are just some of the ones we found. The story behind this first one is:' Handsome Ignatius' and dipicts a real person who was locally famous for strolling the promenade. He appears quite friendly and jolly, but his fiancee was deported to a Nazi concentration camp in WWII and died; he never recovered psychologically from the trama and spent his days wandering in a top hat and tails, smiling at everyone.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_d_J_7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/8bbidTnSf9w/s1600/Bratislava%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548397343029290066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_d_J_7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/8bbidTnSf9w/s320/Bratislava%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cumil, a man peering out of a manhole cover "looking up skirts"! He is just on a random corner in the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_dxnXjdFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/-mVKYNnOZD4/s1600/Bratislava%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548397110394844242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_dxnXjdFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/-mVKYNnOZD4/s320/Bratislava%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a photographer peering around the corner by the Paparazzi Resturant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_dgu_MfCI/AAAAAAAAAw4/YP8rgj0iw_Y/s1600/Bratislava%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548396820382383138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_dgu_MfCI/AAAAAAAAAw4/YP8rgj0iw_Y/s320/Bratislava%2B036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_cwaFgOMI/AAAAAAAAAww/c-erqY_HoEU/s1600/Bratislava%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548395990137977026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_cwaFgOMI/AAAAAAAAAww/c-erqY_HoEU/s320/Bratislava%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what we ate for lunch.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_ch4Gn6mI/AAAAAAAAAwo/f0lZJjuC9qA/s1600/Bratislava%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548395740497701474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_ch4Gn6mI/AAAAAAAAAwo/f0lZJjuC9qA/s320/Bratislava%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......and this is where we ate our lunch! Yeah!....another Christmasmarkt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_bSviIEFI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lTI__s37rp8/s1600/Bratislava%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548394380987469906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_bSviIEFI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lTI__s37rp8/s320/Bratislava%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The building you see up on the hill in the background is Bratislava hrad (castle). It has been dubbed the "upside-down bedstead". We read that it's worth the hike up to it to get the best view of the city....so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_apkWubAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2LMcfskAkn0/s1600/Bratislava%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548393673612225538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_apkWubAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2LMcfskAkn0/s320/Bratislava%2B055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the climbing we did to get up to the castle to get a good view of the city, this is what we saw! Absolutly nothing....the fog came in...that white you see is the "view" of Bratislava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_Z4XynsbI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Zui7jSR5pEQ/s1600/Bratislava%2B070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548392828425974194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_Z4XynsbI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Zui7jSR5pEQ/s320/Bratislava%2B070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to go home....the Bratislava train station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_ZkP-uVlI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AWlxbAxrOIE/s1600/Bratislava%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548392482731873874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_ZkP-uVlI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AWlxbAxrOIE/s320/Bratislava%2B066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7033884122692100451?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7033884122692100451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7033884122692100451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7033884122692100451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7033884122692100451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-we-went-to.html' title='Today we went to...'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP_i4bIAJEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0vwl4HkLtaQ/s72-c/Bratislava%2B031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3891599166141366979</id><published>2010-12-06T12:22:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:29:51.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prague</title><content type='html'>Prague has a very rich history...it had the position of the "crossroads of Europe". Being the Christmas season, you may want to know that "the good King Wenceslas" was one of its best known saints. Prague came out of World War II almost unscathed by bombings so many of their buildings have been preserved. In 1989, the "Velvet Revolution" took place and ended communism. Prague has a castle and I am sorry to say the only picture we took...the changing of the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prague also has a very rich Jewish history. In the 1890's the city authorities decided to raze the ghetto slums because the area's complete lack of sanitation made it a health hazard...however and lucky for me, because I love cemetaries, a number of synagogues and the Old Jewish Cemetary were all saved. We toured at least 3 synogogues. The history of the Jewish people is so interesting to me. One of these days maybe I'll study it more.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1CkHyTCzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eRPDjxy3UxA/s1600/Picture%2B309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547663504323054386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1CkHyTCzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eRPDjxy3UxA/s320/Picture%2B309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1CXaYeNKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lmYdD92s7Gw/s1600/Picture%2B308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547663285976708258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1CXaYeNKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lmYdD92s7Gw/s320/Picture%2B308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked through this entry into the "old city" every day and I just liked it so I made Tom, in his red coat, go over and stand by it. Tom doesn't like to stand and pose for pictures so I appreciate it every time he does.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1BtcCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/sStSXGfRrnA/s1600/Picture%2B341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547662564866231106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1BtcCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/sStSXGfRrnA/s320/Picture%2B341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Town Hall Clock on ...you guessed it....the town hall on the Old Town Square. On the hour all kinds of things happen...little figures come out of the two doors right above the clock, makes all kinds of noise and is just fun. It is an astronomical clock and I won't go into all of the details but it was built between 1552 and 1572. It's hard for me to imagine something as complicated as this and in such fine condition being that old.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0_Eot5aAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/jd2TdL9Is7I/s1600/Picture%2B324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547659664872269826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0_Eot5aAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/jd2TdL9Is7I/s320/Picture%2B324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the church towers of the Church of Our Lady before Tyn. This church was started in 1365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0-5b9D_YI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kls968SKGGg/s1600/Picture%2B315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547659472467656066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0-5b9D_YI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kls968SKGGg/s320/Picture%2B315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture just because I liked the profile of these buildings and their color. Prague is a beautiful city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0-sDI_0EI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ikVpGvZUB3c/s1600/Picture%2B329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547659242468528194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0-sDI_0EI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ikVpGvZUB3c/s320/Picture%2B329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one of the many beautiful churches in Prague. This is Church of St. Nicholas which is situated on the Old Town Square. While we were there there was a festival going in in the square. You can see some of the little huts in the foreground.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP08qTctwoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/XlxZKCmkW4U/s1600/Picture%2B328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657013463204482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP08qTctwoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/XlxZKCmkW4U/s320/Picture%2B328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holidays of Spices and Cheese....doesn't get better than that. Can you tell it was a bit nippy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP08earRawI/AAAAAAAAAvA/V7CV_mLcVyQ/s1600/Picture%2B319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547656809244879618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP08earRawI/AAAAAAAAAvA/V7CV_mLcVyQ/s320/Picture%2B319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The highlight of the festival for the Holmans was the food booths. We really liked this booth. Trdelnik was a bread dough wrapped around a large dowel and cooked over coals. The symbol over the booth gives you an idea of what they were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP08Og-f1BI/AAAAAAAAAu4/AzcHS0zcy_0/s1600/Picture%2B326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547656536058221586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP08Og-f1BI/AAAAAAAAAu4/AzcHS0zcy_0/s320/Picture%2B326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we could pass one up? You can see them cooking...after they are cooked they are rolled in butter and then cinnamon and sugar. I can still taste them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0759XUqpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/FpMQyKCLKgg/s1600/Picture%2B316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547656182901287570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0759XUqpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/FpMQyKCLKgg/s320/Picture%2B316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the "Dancing House" also known as the "Fred and Ginger House". This was the first building built after communism left (completed in 1996). It was built to show the political change in Prague...very interesting!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0499e9M-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/2uluDqaxR1w/s1600/Picture%2B331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547652953117897698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP0499e9M-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/2uluDqaxR1w/s320/Picture%2B331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got hot chocolate! It was so cold in Prague. One night Tom and I stopped at a little sidewalk cafe on the main platz in Prague and had cups of EXPENSIVE hot chocolate. It came all frothy with cream. Yum! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP04T2t9taI/AAAAAAAAAug/nFsxtkLUpqE/s1600/Picture%2B345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547652229747291554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP04T2t9taI/AAAAAAAAAug/nFsxtkLUpqE/s320/Picture%2B345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP04Jn1TMaI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LYGIlZjgLec/s1600/Picture%2B344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547652053952836002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP04Jn1TMaI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LYGIlZjgLec/s320/Picture%2B344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times in Prague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3891599166141366979?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3891599166141366979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3891599166141366979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3891599166141366979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3891599166141366979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/12/prague.html' title='Prague'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TP1CkHyTCzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eRPDjxy3UxA/s72-c/Picture%2B309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1897839103070187944</id><published>2010-12-01T09:52:00.026-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:13:28.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salzburg</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Salzburg! We were able to spend 3 days getting to know this medieval city. Our weather was rainy for a couple of the days but it did not dampen our spirits. Salzburg was crawling with tourists and having a festival and a funeral of an important member of the Catholic clergy only added to the conjestion...but it was worth every bumped shoulder and stepped on foot. I guess the bike ride I had taken just a couple of weeks before was still on my mind and I had to have a picture with this sculpture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPapAYPRc6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MI5fZ-hL3JY/s1600/Picture%2B203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545805815124947874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPapAYPRc6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MI5fZ-hL3JY/s320/Picture%2B203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Tom take this picture just because of the size of this shop...the shops entire width was the entry width, which according to this picture was about the same as my width.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaoUY_qn-I/AAAAAAAAAuI/NeZTCBhjwKo/s1600/Picture%2B233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545805059413680098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaoUY_qn-I/AAAAAAAAAuI/NeZTCBhjwKo/s320/Picture%2B233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am at the platz with a festival going on behind me...but ignore that part of the picture and notice the Hohensalzburg Fortess on the hill behind me. It was built on a rock 400 feet above the river but it was never used...nobody ever attacted the town! The guide book says, "Today, it remains one of Europe's mightiest castles". We jumped on a funicular and made the trip to the castle and the views were fantastic.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPalUxWcQfI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uB0KwKsYJL8/s1600/Picture%2B214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545801767416775154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPalUxWcQfI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uB0KwKsYJL8/s320/Picture%2B214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of Salzburg from the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPalIJNgoeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jmeyKquCSNY/s1600/Picture%2B217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545801550483464674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPalIJNgoeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jmeyKquCSNY/s320/Picture%2B217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to imagine how large this fortess was. It seemed to just go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPak6Sva1UI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2g1gDkpguco/s1600/Picture%2B222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545801312523441474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPak6Sva1UI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2g1gDkpguco/s320/Picture%2B222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another view....check out how many church domes you can see in this picture.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaNau6XeHI/AAAAAAAAAto/i5x84Y3iQU8/s1600/Picture%2B224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545775481562298482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaNau6XeHI/AAAAAAAAAto/i5x84Y3iQU8/s320/Picture%2B224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a "Sound of Music" fan, some of these shots should look familiar to you. This one is taken in the Mirabell gardens. The fountain and the steps behind it are in the movie.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaKLelSI4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/_deQSXewM8I/s1600/Picture%2B240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545771920945980290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaKLelSI4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/_deQSXewM8I/s320/Picture%2B240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was not the cemetary in the movie, that one was a set, but this is where the idea came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaJ0IjR05I/AAAAAAAAAtY/TdCsRPy584U/s1600/Picture%2B227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545771519894999954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaJ0IjR05I/AAAAAAAAAtY/TdCsRPy584U/s320/Picture%2B227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted Tom to do a better pose here but he refused...he could of at least taken off his shirt!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaJgNOpjvI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ECWkqvTiLo4/s1600/Picture%2B253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545771177553268466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaJgNOpjvI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ECWkqvTiLo4/s320/Picture%2B253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another cemetary, remember I told you I had a fascination with cemetaries. This cemetary is called St. Sebastians. This is an interior shot of a small chapel that is in its center. It only has a small alter and it was locked so we could only point and shoot through an iron grill, but I hope you can see the mosaic tile work...beautiful.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaH1-heBWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DXH0UrsXUtU/s1600/Picture%2B272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545769352539538786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaH1-heBWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DXH0UrsXUtU/s320/Picture%2B272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cemetary was surrounded by this walk way. Along the sides are family burial areas. Some even have oil paintings on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaHltO9KPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QwnkA1FYujc/s1600/Picture%2B276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545769073020578034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaHltO9KPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QwnkA1FYujc/s320/Picture%2B276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mozart is not buried here but his wife and father were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaHV4bU6rI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QmRlu_BBFwE/s1600/Picture%2B268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545768801147349682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaHV4bU6rI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QmRlu_BBFwE/s320/Picture%2B268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful?! It was very peaceful, Tom and I were the only people there...kinda nice to get away from the tourist...oh wait...that's what we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaHGjHVNuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hxxHsULJJw8/s1600/Picture%2B275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545768537728300770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaHGjHVNuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hxxHsULJJw8/s320/Picture%2B275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't visit Salzburg without the "Mozart lived here" tour. The yellow house was where Mozart was born...the best part was, there is now an ice cream shop on the street level which was actually more interesting than the tour of his birthplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaGTVHccQI/AAAAAAAAAso/KOwzRncugtQ/s1600/Picture%2B205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545767657797349634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaGTVHccQI/AAAAAAAAAso/KOwzRncugtQ/s320/Picture%2B205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink building in the background was the home Mozart moved into when he was 17, and is called Mozart's Residence.......the Mozart family put on concerts here to entertain Salzburg's high society.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaEhyqrwbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Wy-P39YmN4c/s1600/Picture%2B243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545765707224695218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaEhyqrwbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Wy-P39YmN4c/s320/Picture%2B243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night Tom and I attended a marionette show...this particular night it was "The Sound of Music". This theater has been producing marionette shows for over a hundred years. It was absolutly amazing. We attended another marionette show here in Vienna and it didn't touch what they could do at this theater.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaDdHVYy7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_IfUCGb7dlM/s1600/Picture%2B242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545764527361543090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaDdHVYy7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_IfUCGb7dlM/s320/Picture%2B242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were in Salzburg there was a big festival going on...we were never sure what it was for but everyone was dressed up in their traditional costumes and of course listened to their favorite "umpa" band and ate the traditional food in the beer garten. Here I am waiting for Herr Holman to bring me some food. My mom would of loved the music...she would of been tapping her toes to those polka tunes.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaCKlLX-3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/ptZqg-FaRF4/s1600/Picture%2B226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545763109443468146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaCKlLX-3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/ptZqg-FaRF4/s320/Picture%2B226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worth the wait...can it get better than wurst, saurkraut, roll and Coke....OK, in my opinion it can...same menu but without the wurst!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaBVzX9cvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/V_0GPbYNWAU/s1600/Picture%2B255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545762202721284850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPaBVzX9cvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/V_0GPbYNWAU/s320/Picture%2B255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom and I got tired of crowds and decided to venture out away from the tourist sights. It wasn't such a bad idea. This is a sign we found on a house. Joseph Mohr wrote, "Silent Night" and this is where he was born.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPZ_ynwfsLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Tc6PTEDDVw0/s1600/Picture%2B259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545760498795917490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPZ_ynwfsLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Tc6PTEDDVw0/s320/Picture%2B259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell, we really were "off the beaten path"....loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPZ_jOR1a6I/AAAAAAAAArw/pO4jwDOGy7I/s1600/Picture%2B262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545760234258394018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPZ_jOR1a6I/AAAAAAAAArw/pO4jwDOGy7I/s320/Picture%2B262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPZ_ENe6b1I/AAAAAAAAAro/ctPctBWHftM/s1600/Picture%2B264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545759701468868434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPZ_ENe6b1I/AAAAAAAAAro/ctPctBWHftM/s320/Picture%2B264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The days in Salzburg made good memories, but there were more good times to be had in Vienna, so we packed our bags and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1897839103070187944?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1897839103070187944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1897839103070187944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1897839103070187944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1897839103070187944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/12/salzburg.html' title='Salzburg'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPapAYPRc6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MI5fZ-hL3JY/s72-c/Picture%2B203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5411649837571401380</id><published>2010-11-30T12:20:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:19:37.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallstatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVboiUd9II/AAAAAAAAArY/eD-sdd5IlzU/s1600/Picture%2B172.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVWmJcVLRI/AAAAAAAAArI/3HI8mdbwh68/s1600/Picture%2B174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545433729546398994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVWmJcVLRI/AAAAAAAAArI/3HI8mdbwh68/s320/Picture%2B174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are moments in your life where your breath is literally taken away by beauty and Hallstatt was one of those places for me. Hallstatt is a small village built on the side of a mountain, with a lake at the bottom. Our pictures do not do justice to the beauty. This is a picture of the guest house we stayed in. It was at the foot of a mountain that contains the oldest salt mine in the world. We were lucky enough to get to go on a tour.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVV5HEDW6I/AAAAAAAAArA/rrXeck06toE/s1600/Picture%2B177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545432955813583778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVV5HEDW6I/AAAAAAAAArA/rrXeck06toE/s320/Picture%2B177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To get to the salt mine we had to ride a funicular and then it was still about a 10 minute walk on up from there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVVXk5_QfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/12VBM61agxE/s1600/Picture%2B178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545432379708883442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVVXk5_QfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/12VBM61agxE/s320/Picture%2B178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To tour the salt mine we had to don these lovely outfits. I'm not really that fat....it was very cold in the mine and we were told to wear our coats under these suits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVU6AxGhMI/AAAAAAAAAqo/j2kJqfm6X9A/s1600/Picture%2B182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545431871791727810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVU6AxGhMI/AAAAAAAAAqo/j2kJqfm6X9A/s320/Picture%2B182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of Hallstatt from the Salt Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVTL4jCSHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/AEN4huLps0Q/s1600/Picture%2B163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545429979799636082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVTL4jCSHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/AEN4huLps0Q/s320/Picture%2B163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Hallstatt is mentioned, our students and Holmans will say, "That's the best food we've eaten on our entire Austria experience!" I got the special that was listed here....yum! It also didn't hurt that we ate it outside next to the lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVSzmwrr4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/LgS1-w6Rvl4/s1600/Picture%2B165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545429562708176770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVSzmwrr4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/LgS1-w6Rvl4/s320/Picture%2B165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said, the houses just climb up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVSZFecRQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k0wIB-Mn9DA/s1600/Picture%2B168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545429107096700162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVSZFecRQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k0wIB-Mn9DA/s320/Picture%2B168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this tree, pretty amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVRkzg_T-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/kz9NEYpp0p8/s1600/Picture%2B189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545428208922349538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVRkzg_T-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/kz9NEYpp0p8/s320/Picture%2B189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you walk along, you are really close to the homes. This particular home was next to the stairs we were climbing. I noticed that the address said a professor lived there...I wouldn't trade "my professor", but this professor did have a cute home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVOy04SgWI/AAAAAAAAApw/6obb-2FKxPg/s1600/Picture%2B173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545425151271797090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVOy04SgWI/AAAAAAAAApw/6obb-2FKxPg/s320/Picture%2B173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard to say good-bye to Hallstatt...the weather was perfect....the food was delish....and the scenery was spectacular.  My professor looking over the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5411649837571401380?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5411649837571401380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5411649837571401380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5411649837571401380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5411649837571401380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/hallstatt.html' title='Hallstatt'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVWmJcVLRI/AAAAAAAAArI/3HI8mdbwh68/s72-c/Picture%2B174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5126615336654712321</id><published>2010-11-30T11:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:05:46.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking: Melk to Krems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVHWjIJ5OI/AAAAAAAAApo/jDRknDgDWS4/s1600/Picture%2B134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545416968888771810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVHWjIJ5OI/AAAAAAAAApo/jDRknDgDWS4/s320/Picture%2B134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of our "Vienna experience" included a bike ride from Melk to Krems.  Now I haven't been on a bike in 40 years but I was told it was either flat or down hill...I could do that!  Well, they lied.  It was mostly flat and downhill but there was a bit of up hill too.  This picture must of been taken at the first of the trip...how do I know?   I was smiling!  The ride was along the Danube River and it was approx 20-25 miles.  I thought I was doing OK until I stopped the first time, hopped off my bike and my rubbery legs gave out on me and I fell over, with my bike on top of me.  Now that's embarrassing to fall and not even be on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVGTIZhB9I/AAAAAAAAApg/F5FGlUuHMZs/s1600/Picture%2B133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545415810662598610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVGTIZhB9I/AAAAAAAAApg/F5FGlUuHMZs/s320/Picture%2B133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scenery along the Danube was spectacular. I look back at pictures like this one and can hardly believe it's real! The trail we were on took us through scenic little villages and on through vineyards. The grapes vines were loaded with plump grapes ready to be harvested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVFjnVYb8I/AAAAAAAAApY/5FLF9LkhLb8/s1600/Picture%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545414994333036482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVFjnVYb8I/AAAAAAAAApY/5FLF9LkhLb8/s320/Picture%2B138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At one point in our trip we had to cross from one side of the Danube to the other...so we loaded our bikes onto the ferry and got to sit down and rest our weary legs and rear ends! They can put a man on the moon...how come they can't make a comfortable bike seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413984509532226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVEo1csmEI/AAAAAAAAApQ/417chFhMVxw/s320/Picture%2B139.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The end of the trail, finally! Here is Tom casually sitting at the dock in Krems...he looks pretty calm and rested but I bet if you had asked him to stand up very fast, he couldn't! Our poor old legs had about had it. Was it beautiful...you bet! Would I do it again....no way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5126615336654712321?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5126615336654712321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5126615336654712321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5126615336654712321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5126615336654712321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/biking-melk-to-krems.html' title='Biking: Melk to Krems'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPVHWjIJ5OI/AAAAAAAAApo/jDRknDgDWS4/s72-c/Picture%2B134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8858730785670290692</id><published>2010-11-30T08:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:39:27.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vienna Night Run 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUYywaw7gI/AAAAAAAAApA/0Ghulbvy8-0/s1600/Picture%2B286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545365776446320130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUYywaw7gI/AAAAAAAAApA/0Ghulbvy8-0/s320/Picture%2B286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it is your own blog you can have the choice of putting just the "good" pictures up but in this instance, there were no good pictures, so I had to put up these really mediocre pictures because they are all we had!  In October, Vienna has a 5K called the "Night Run".  It is very popular, this year 38,000 ran it.  Our students all wanted to run and convinced Tom and me we did too.  You got these cool shirts with your 22 euro entrance fee, so naturally I was in!  Tom just wanted to be part of the crowd.  The weather was horrible, it was pouring buckets of rain and was quite chilly but it didn't dampen our spirits, though we don't look too thrilled.  This picture was taken before the race and we didn't know how fun it would really be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUXxED0w4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/KnfmojXgts4/s1600/Picture%2B287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545364647847445378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUXxED0w4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/KnfmojXgts4/s320/Picture%2B287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, here we are looking a little happier. The 5K was over! The rain finally became too much and when we got close to our u-bahn stop we just hopped on the #4 and came home. We were sitting at home and one of our students called to see where we were....apparently they were all standing together waiting for us so they could "cheer us in"! Despite the fact we didn't finish the race, we did get free stuff, drink bottles and clapper hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8858730785670290692?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8858730785670290692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8858730785670290692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8858730785670290692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8858730785670290692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/vienna-night-run-5k.html' title='The Vienna Night Run 5K'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUYywaw7gI/AAAAAAAAApA/0Ghulbvy8-0/s72-c/Picture%2B286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8005519628800425478</id><published>2010-11-30T07:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:20:14.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUUUCEJSDI/AAAAAAAAAow/gQAmkAVjHnA/s1600/Picture%2B284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545360850560829490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUUUCEJSDI/AAAAAAAAAow/gQAmkAVjHnA/s320/Picture%2B284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was absolutly thrilled to have my brothers and their wives join us in Vienna.  It was fun for me to show them around the city I have learned to love.  My only regret is that they came after we had only been here a month...now I have so many more places I would love to take them.  We may have to plan a Vienna reunion and come again.  You just can't have a visit to Vienna without a piece of Sacher Torte.  There are copies in Vienna but we had the "real" torte at the Sacher Hotel.  We sat out front and it was a bit chilly, so Tom even sprang for hot chocolate...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUS5TNuraI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GmpGyVDNZhc/s1600/Picture%2B281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545359291796336034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUS5TNuraI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GmpGyVDNZhc/s320/Picture%2B281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted you all to believe this was where we lived so I asked Jack, Sharalyne, Max and Cindy to be pointing to their room....but since I've published a post about our "real" house I can't lie! This is our trip to Schonbrunn Palace. We actually took the tour and had a fantastic guide. This was the summer palace of the Hapsburgs. It was only 5 miles out of Vienna but I guess it was worth it for the Hapsburgs to get away from the stink of the city. This is one of my favorite sites in Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPURg-N7N7I/AAAAAAAAAog/q1c2qGN8h5I/s1600/Picture%2B282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545357774331525042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPURg-N7N7I/AAAAAAAAAog/q1c2qGN8h5I/s320/Picture%2B282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPURVdH-YKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/fauTSFIPOXA/s1600/Picture%2B283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545357576469635234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPURVdH-YKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/fauTSFIPOXA/s320/Picture%2B283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seem to have a thing about cemetaries and going to the Vienna Central Cemetary was on my list of places I wanted to take my brothers. The Vienna cemetary actually has an LDS area. This is the statue that marks it. On a side note, to get to the cemetary you have to take the #71 bus and I have been told that when someone dies they say, "They've taken the 71".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUQZrFb7aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g-dFC5A2ed4/s1600/Picture%2B285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545356549424934306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUQZrFb7aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g-dFC5A2ed4/s320/Picture%2B285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a "happy" way to end a trip.....It doesn't get better than Happy Noodles, authentic street food. Oh I guess it can get better when you top it off with a gelato at the shop next to Happy Noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8005519628800425478?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8005519628800425478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8005519628800425478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8005519628800425478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8005519628800425478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-brothers.html' title='Fun with the brothers'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPUUUCEJSDI/AAAAAAAAAow/gQAmkAVjHnA/s72-c/Picture%2B284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-320483316812988466</id><published>2010-11-29T13:05:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:47:02.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Front Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQO0kXyC8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/5YOXCtzZYPc/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545073337479334850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQO0kXyC8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/5YOXCtzZYPc/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought before I show you the view from "our front window" I should show you the building we live in.  Our address is Spittelauer Platz 7/8&lt;br /&gt;                                        1090 Wien&lt;br /&gt;                                        Austria&lt;br /&gt;We have loved the area we are living in.   It is very convient to grocery stores, u-bahn stop, resturants, Franz Joseph train station and lets not forget the Euro Shop (dollar store) and Billig und Gut (Cheap and Good).  If we wanted to, we could walk to the middle of Vienna in about 20-25 minutes, but who would want to when  we are so close to the u-bahn and can get down town in 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQOEqioobI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ne3DFZQ1sWg/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545072514501747122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQOEqioobI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ne3DFZQ1sWg/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of our building taken from the park below. The little tree on the left is "dissecting" our front window on the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQNhIEEgXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/22GZXGvnZtY/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545071903951323506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQNhIEEgXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/22GZXGvnZtY/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made Tom go out on our balcony and point to "our front window". The window to the left of our front window is our office/guest bedroom and the two windows behind Tom are our bedroom windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQMXWeLykI/AAAAAAAAAnw/B6PiCnZRSuU/s1600/Picture%2B288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545070636508629570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQMXWeLykI/AAAAAAAAAnw/B6PiCnZRSuU/s320/Picture%2B288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQMJJy7CzI/AAAAAAAAAno/wJu1utzRfoo/s1600/Picture%2B289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545070392587782962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQMJJy7CzI/AAAAAAAAAno/wJu1utzRfoo/s320/Picture%2B289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "view out my front window" includes these beautiful trees. My view also includes the little playground. How lucky are we to be able to have a view like this despite the fact we are living in a city of 3 million people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQLiMDctpI/AAAAAAAAAng/RxOm-G2RSzg/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545069723179071122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQLiMDctpI/AAAAAAAAAng/RxOm-G2RSzg/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQLOXZSNdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sP77H8dBQLI/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545069382626063826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQLOXZSNdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sP77H8dBQLI/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our November picture out "our front window". The trees have lost most of their leaves. It was fun watching the Vienna cleaning crew rake them all up. There must of been truck loads of leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQKdA1rf2I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x_1dEzCFt-4/s1600/Vienna%2BNovember%2B120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545068534757556066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQKdA1rf2I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x_1dEzCFt-4/s320/Vienna%2BNovember%2B120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what our front window looks like tonight. Christmas lights hung with "great care" and snowflakes made by some of our students. I love my front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-320483316812988466?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/320483316812988466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=320483316812988466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/320483316812988466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/320483316812988466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-front-window.html' title='Our Front Window'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQO0kXyC8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/5YOXCtzZYPc/s72-c/Vienna%2BNovember%2B053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-9190337517812524983</id><published>2010-11-29T11:38:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:04:31.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt, Jenny and Family in Vienna</title><content type='html'>In the fourth week of October our students got a week break.  They all headed out of town to various destinations, which gave Tom and me a week break from them!  So to fill our week Matt, Jenny, Amy, Blake, Cade and Oliver came to visit.  It was fun to show them the city we have grown to appreciate and love.  Of course what is a trip to Vienna without eating schnitzel and apple strudel?!  Here are the Matt Holmans in one of our favorite eat spots...The Twelve Apostles.  After eating a full meal, Blake wanted apple strudel...I didn't order anything because I knew he would never finish his...wrong!  Blake ordered the apple strudel with warm vanilla sauce and all I got was the opportunity of watching him eat every last morsel!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQE0o_icZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/g2C3PW7ZwJw/s1600/MattJenn%2B412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545062343603548562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQE0o_icZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/g2C3PW7ZwJw/s320/MattJenn%2B412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQDYqltWsI/AAAAAAAAAnA/OrheCPm_TI4/s1600/MattJenn%2B413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545060763484117698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQDYqltWsI/AAAAAAAAAnA/OrheCPm_TI4/s320/MattJenn%2B413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Vienna's most famous landmarks is the giant Ferris Wheel. It was built in 1896, which really didn't instill a lot of confidence for me...how could something that old spinning around high in the air be safe. Apparently Oliver shares my feelings. It was perfectly safe and we had great views of Vienna. You ride in "little box car" shaped cars and they rock back and forth. I am just glad I had Matt's family and not a bunch of teenagers in there with me. I can only imagine how they could get it rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQCI90cFRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/nwPWEGGXdeE/s1600/MattJenn%2B422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545059394256639250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQCI90cFRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/nwPWEGGXdeE/s320/MattJenn%2B422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the morning spent at Schonbrunn Palace was one of the kids and Tom's favorite. They have a fun area for children and adults...the first stop was the maze. This was a typical element of many European stately gardens. Blake and Grandpa Tom couldn't find their way out and you will see Matt and Cade directing them from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQBwpgS6-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/TjSS9Io0UjM/s1600/MattJenn%2B421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545058976486583266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQBwpgS6-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/TjSS9Io0UjM/s320/MattJenn%2B421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and Cade looking for Blake and Grandpa Tom in the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQBLIMy3SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gFbNBwmo3eY/s1600/MattJenn%2B429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545058331891260706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQBLIMy3SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gFbNBwmo3eY/s320/MattJenn%2B429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQA9xlsDlI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JOpFCdZhuQQ/s1600/MattJenn%2B430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545058102483357266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQA9xlsDlI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JOpFCdZhuQQ/s320/MattJenn%2B430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQAjM5vyoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/i8LeipN3GGU/s1600/MattJenn%2B431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545057645958777474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQAjM5vyoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/i8LeipN3GGU/s320/MattJenn%2B431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does it look like fun on the merry-go-round? No one "lost their cookies", so I assume it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP_9GWq6PI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_eLTrNuXdTQ/s1600/MattJenn%2B435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545056991366015218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP_9GWq6PI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_eLTrNuXdTQ/s320/MattJenn%2B435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt training his boys on the digger. Cade the operator and Blake the observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP_ZZUVyUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/b4ULS5h1GvI/s1600/MattJenn%2B436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545056377981225282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP_ZZUVyUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/b4ULS5h1GvI/s320/MattJenn%2B436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake loved this toy. It was a big bird that you could climb in and then bounce in and the wings would flap. This playground was quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP-5_8LtPI/AAAAAAAAAl4/VITM_C4gzsw/s1600/MattJenn%2B441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545055838593070322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP-5_8LtPI/AAAAAAAAAl4/VITM_C4gzsw/s320/MattJenn%2B441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not the best picture, but the kids loved climbing all over the playground toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP9jGLx43I/AAAAAAAAAlw/RqMKRjwFOO4/s1600/MattJenn%2B448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545054345620480882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP9jGLx43I/AAAAAAAAAlw/RqMKRjwFOO4/s320/MattJenn%2B448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Missing in the playground pictures was Oliver. While the rest of the family played, Oliver and grandma Linda walked the grounds of Schonbrunn Palace. There is a zoo on the grounds and we thought our "little bear" should have his picture taken there. (In case you can't see it, look a little closer and notice the ears on his hat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP8hAxBkSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RYV7cn-SOAg/s1600/MattJenn%2B454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545053210294718754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP8hAxBkSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RYV7cn-SOAg/s320/MattJenn%2B454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the "visitor highlights" is the Opera Toilet. At the bottom of the escalator that takes you up out of our U-bahn stop to the State Opera House is this musical toilet. It blares the Strauss melody "The Blue Danube Waltz". I have heard it's not worth the price to actually use the toilet but it does make a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP78nxCUeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7Q1XeBYn75Y/s1600/MattJenn%2B461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545052585108591074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP78nxCUeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7Q1XeBYn75Y/s320/MattJenn%2B461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was about the cutest thing ever...One day these pieces of paper appeared on our baseboard. Cade had decided that we needed mice holes in case a mouse came to live in our apartment...they needed a home. *Note: We do not have mice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP7H5w-HFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0ixz5VMHTEU/s1600/MattJenn%2B%2B457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545051679407086674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP7H5w-HFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0ixz5VMHTEU/s320/MattJenn%2B%2B457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake worked on this tooth almost the whole time they were in Vienna and finally met success. Despite the fact he was in Vienna the tooth fairy found his tooth...a happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP6n5BbO9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rfs99O2nWUE/s1600/MattJenn%2B453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545051129451854802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP6n5BbO9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rfs99O2nWUE/s320/MattJenn%2B453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing our apartment with these four was an absolute pleasure and it looks like they were having fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP6EYWBR7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/DEtCnZyxv4I/s1600/MattJenn%2B458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545050519384442802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP6EYWBR7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/DEtCnZyxv4I/s320/MattJenn%2B458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to leave Vienna and I don't think Oliver wanted to leave....I know we didn't want him to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP4Edxx-KI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ybrV9gVIjeI/s1600/MattJenn%2B%2B460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545048321819801762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPP4Edxx-KI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ybrV9gVIjeI/s320/MattJenn%2B%2B460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very thoughtful grandaughter, Amy, left this thank you note for us, with Mozartkugl chocolate included. Mozartkugl is probably the quintessential Austrian souvenir. They are small balls of marzipan coated in a praline cream and then dipped in chocolate....yum! They are wrapped in foil decorated with a picture of Mozart. A sweet ending to Matt, Jenny and family's visit to Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-9190337517812524983?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/9190337517812524983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=9190337517812524983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/9190337517812524983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/9190337517812524983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/matt-jenny-and-family-in-vienna.html' title='Matt, Jenny and Family in Vienna'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TPQE0o_icZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/g2C3PW7ZwJw/s72-c/MattJenn%2B412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-6499341641268619885</id><published>2010-11-05T13:34:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:13:52.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our home in Vienna.  My family has requested pictures and here they are.  This is our entry.  You come in the door you can barely see on the right hand side.  The entry is big enough to put another bedroom and it is kinda wasted space but that is how it is.  We are on the "M" level in our apt. building and actually have a really nice elevator right outside our door.  Matt's kids loved it and it is handy when we have our little grocery carts filled.  (those are our grocery carts you can see on the right by the front door).  We have loved our little apartment and I hope it shows as well as it really looks.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRjCsocWeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/se_m-nzpKfQ/s1600/Picture+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536158739936860642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRjCsocWeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/se_m-nzpKfQ/s320/Picture+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of my sweet little kitchen looking into the entry and on through to the living room. This kitchen has enough dishes and silverware etc.to feed up to at least 50 people. The knives are sharper than the ones in my kitchen in Utah...thats really pathetic!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRiJCbJZoI/AAAAAAAAAko/BxqdVOe5_Jo/s1600/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536157749354260098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRiJCbJZoI/AAAAAAAAAko/BxqdVOe5_Jo/s320/Picture+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View into our kitchen from the entry hall. Back in the corner on the right is our washer and dryer. We are very fortunate to have both. Usually you only have a washer...a dryer is luxury. There is a drying rack out on our deck, and I have used it, but I love my dryer.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRheRUZQHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/029cPdMaWkM/s1600/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536157014618095730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRheRUZQHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/029cPdMaWkM/s320/Picture+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A view of the livingroom, I am standing by the front window and looking into the entry. On the right is our piano that kept Matt's kids entertained and on the left we have about 40 folding chairs. Our students come over on Sunday for dinner and then again on Wednesday for class.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRgxJXaouI/AAAAAAAAAkY/adfkWvAxunk/s1600/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536156239389172450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRgxJXaouI/AAAAAAAAAkY/adfkWvAxunk/s320/Picture+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of our livingroom from the entry hall. Our front window overlooks a small park and playground. To the left where you see a round clock on the wall is a door that leads out to a small deck. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRgM5jmsaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JO-0YO5JeTI/s1600/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536155616670036386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRgM5jmsaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JO-0YO5JeTI/s320/Picture+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of different views of our "master" bedroom. I am converted to the comforters over here. They are warm and no one can steal all the covers because we each have our own!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRfsMRj_5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Mu2wIxp062Y/s1600/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536155054758952850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRfsMRj_5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Mu2wIxp062Y/s320/Picture+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRfkLmtmpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-caw6zNc47o/s1600/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536154917140273810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRfkLmtmpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-caw6zNc47o/s320/Picture+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our guest room. This room has the two beds you can see but there are also two hide-away beds the are used as chairs at other times in this room.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRfEM0EOMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wnE9LY4hUSE/s1600/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536154367708903618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRfEM0EOMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wnE9LY4hUSE/s320/Picture+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our office and guest bedroom. There is a trundle bed under the bed you can see...with this comes my sincere apology to anyone that has slept on it...the trundle is comfortable enough but trying to get out of it in the morning is a trick. I did not know this until I slept on it when Matt and Jenny and family were here!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRd16Q0u8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/v1QCVedy1l8/s1600/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536153022699453378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRd16Q0u8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/v1QCVedy1l8/s320/Picture+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRdiXzsAmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/SSsIfzL_hKs/s1600/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536152687032926818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRdiXzsAmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/SSsIfzL_hKs/s320/Picture+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our "big" bathroom, which is connected from the master bedroom and the entry hall.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRdHl6PdtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qrI437lkmFc/s1600/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536152226962044626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRdHl6PdtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qrI437lkmFc/s320/Picture+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our "small" bathroom.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRcyoX1zUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1Rr745SfT0w/s1600/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536151866845809986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRcyoX1zUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1Rr745SfT0w/s320/Picture+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-6499341641268619885?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/6499341641268619885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=6499341641268619885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6499341641268619885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6499341641268619885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-home-away-from-home.html' title='Our Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRjCsocWeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/se_m-nzpKfQ/s72-c/Picture+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-2728935600411939238</id><published>2010-11-05T12:07:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:24:02.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Budapest</title><content type='html'>There is so much I did not know about Budapest before we knew we were coming on this trip. I did not realize it is actually two cities divided by the Danube River. Pest, seen here from the Buda side, is on the plain. The Buda side is the "hilly" side. Now, of course, the two cities are combined to be the Budapest we know. Lots of history here, both golden and sad.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRWCiT444I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LAjWhgxbryA/s1600/Budapest+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536144443515134850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRWCiT444I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LAjWhgxbryA/s320/Budapest+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buda is the "hilly" side of the Danube.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRVtFyRgWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IlLjiYah0wI/s1600/Budapest+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536144075080696162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRVtFyRgWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IlLjiYah0wI/s320/Budapest+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way over the bridge into Pest....Tom is really little compared to the lion he is standing by.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRVYmkAJZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vxWQ1gJrQWk/s1600/Budapest+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536143723101955474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRVYmkAJZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vxWQ1gJrQWk/s320/Budapest+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the bridges that connects Buda with Pest. It is called the Chain Bridge. If you see a book about bridges, this one will be mentioned. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRUsht4fDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/rSmBBSrNLsc/s1600/Budapest+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536142965886975026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRUsht4fDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/rSmBBSrNLsc/s320/Budapest+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first stop on the first day of our trip to Budapest was a little history lesson given at this monument called "Hero Square". All of these bronze statues are of leaders and heros of Budapest/Hungary.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRUGv7r2gI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tsa627Xc9UM/s1600/Budapest+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536142316867934722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRUGv7r2gI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tsa627Xc9UM/s320/Budapest+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Budapest Parliment Building. It is on the Pest side but this picture is taken across the Danube on the Buda side. Kinda impressive isn't it. Our guide told us that the wing on the left side is not used at all. The building was built when Budapest had more politicians!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRThZZ3woI/AAAAAAAAAio/58bqlnpZ218/s1600/Budapest+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536141675165368962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRThZZ3woI/AAAAAAAAAio/58bqlnpZ218/s320/Budapest+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably my favorite part of our trip to Budapest...the Dohany Synagogue. It was designed by a Catholic, therefore it looks more like a Catholic church than a Jewish Synagogue...they even make jokes about it being a "Catholic Synagogue". &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRSxuZjb4I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJMaKXevL24/s1600/Budapest+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536140856167460738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRSxuZjb4I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJMaKXevL24/s320/Budapest+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRR2_Z51sI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_96H623hkQ8/s1600/Budapest+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536139847120049858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRR2_Z51sI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_96H623hkQ8/s320/Budapest+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out behind the Dohany Synagogue is this weeping willow tree made out of stainless steel and silver. It is called the Holocaust Memorial Tree. The shape of the tree symbolizes a reversed menorah. Each leaf has a name of someone that died during the Holocaust. Tony Curtis, the actor, gave the money to have this tree put up in memory of his Hungarian father that perished. This picture does not do it justice...take my word that it is breath-taking.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRQlOKGSJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/b7DfLX7_LDg/s1600/Budapest+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536138442331015314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRQlOKGSJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/b7DfLX7_LDg/s320/Budapest+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nazi soldiers took the Jews down to the Danube River and had them take off their clothes and either shot them and then pushed them into the river or they just pushed them into the icy river. This memorial is made up of bronze shoes of all sizes and shapes to remind us of this awful time in the history of the Jewish people in WWII.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRPyGdSGOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ty_F4jPGGbA/s1600/Budapest+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536137564090669282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRPyGdSGOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ty_F4jPGGbA/s320/Budapest+125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRPob1VLXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EdOxjnuIrEE/s1600/Budapest+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536137398029987186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRPob1VLXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EdOxjnuIrEE/s320/Budapest+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRPZi6KrhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6Gf-LjRUEC0/s1600/Budapest+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536137142231281170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRPZi6KrhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6Gf-LjRUEC0/s320/Budapest+120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the market in Pest. If you want meat or fresh veggies, this is the place to go. Upstairs there are places to eat and a bazillion craft shops selling Hungarian crafts largely made in China. It was still fun to walk through, or at least I thought it was!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNROopIjm4I/AAAAAAAAAho/l9BlEy3xKFI/s1600/Budapest+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536136302088657794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNROopIjm4I/AAAAAAAAAho/l9BlEy3xKFI/s320/Budapest+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRODuDRYwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sQjdF-ads1Q/s1600/Budapest+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536135667753509634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRODuDRYwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sQjdF-ads1Q/s320/Budapest+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Buda side is this building. It was the Dept. of Defense building during WWII. It was heavily damaged and there was no money to repair it...so it just sits there with its plywood roof. Only the first floor survived and it still shows bullet holes from the war.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRNHQXgThI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Dhj4oS0CuMk/s1600/Budapest+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536134628993158674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRNHQXgThI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Dhj4oS0CuMk/s320/Budapest+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the palace on the Buda side. It was built by the Hungarian people for Maria Teresia, their ruler, but she lived in Vienna and never moved to Buda. It was never lived in and had very little use. It was bombed in WWII and repaired but still is not used.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRMRIDAu6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NBG6gUwp1cY/s1600/Budapest+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536133699046783906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRMRIDAu6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NBG6gUwp1cY/s320/Budapest+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the whole gang we are traveling with. We have 16 students, 15 girls and 1 boy...Eric "stands out" where ever we go!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRLOz2CPwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EIqKv8pvbtI/s1600/Budapest+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536132559752281858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRLOz2CPwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EIqKv8pvbtI/s320/Budapest+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRJ7kRByoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Qkrb-BqbtK0/s1600/Budapest+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536131129641388674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRJ7kRByoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Qkrb-BqbtK0/s320/Budapest+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course how could I have a blog post without telling you what we ate?! Well here it is...happy little me and my vegetable strudel and Tom with his paprika chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-2728935600411939238?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/2728935600411939238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=2728935600411939238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2728935600411939238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2728935600411939238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/11/budapest.html' title='Budapest'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/TNRWCiT444I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LAjWhgxbryA/s72-c/Budapest+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8753982935932389922</id><published>2010-05-22T18:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:09:57.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A start to better health'/><title type='text'>The Start of the Holman Brothers Annual 1 Mile Fun Run</title><content type='html'>Here are Josh and Logan during their 1 mile run. Josh made it in 10:15 or somethings like that and Logan in 10:49 I think. Matt is all proud because he made it in 7:37 I think. Ty was in Sunday clothes and so couldn't run. I'm not very impressed with any of them. When I was their age, I ran a 6 minute mile as part of a PE class at USU. So I'm waiting to see if any of them can beat the old man. If they can, I'll give each of them... I give them everything they could want already so what is left to give!?  My admiration or something else with no monetary value.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hwfi6ZX5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fyG2GbTl56o/s1600/IMG_2987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474249034318831506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hwfi6ZX5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fyG2GbTl56o/s320/IMG_2987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice Tim Holman in the background. Cousin Travis was there also. I think we ought to have them join in the next 1 mile race. Mau wanted to join in but Kristy thankfully restrained him--he would have expired in the first 100 yrds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8753982935932389922?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8753982935932389922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8753982935932389922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8753982935932389922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8753982935932389922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/05/start-of-holman-brothers-annual-1-mile.html' title='The Start of the Holman Brothers Annual 1 Mile Fun Run'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hwfi6ZX5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fyG2GbTl56o/s72-c/IMG_2987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7833857017653832859</id><published>2010-05-22T17:02:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:34:05.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Togetherness in good times and bad'/><title type='text'>Dad's death, funeral, and burial</title><content type='html'>As I note on the next post, we moved into my parents' home on April 16th to help my dad take care of my mother, who was in rehab at the time learning how to walk again after a fall damaged a nerve in her left leg. Then we noticed dad was jaundiced, took him to the doctor, and learned the next day he had pancreatic cancer. He died 2 weeks later. We had a very nice funeral. Below are pictures from the burial two days later in the Logan Cemetary. Josh gave a very nice family prayer at the funeral, Nicholle gave the opening prayer for the funeral, Jane, Miles Holman, the bishop and I spoke, Diane Critchfield sang Oh My Father, and Doug Critchfield gave the closing prayer. Ty, Josh, and Logan, along with Travis and Tim Holman, and Kevin Holman were pallbearers. Here you see Logan dedicating the grave. All in all, a nice family-oriented time as we celebrated my father's life, and comforted my mother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474246108670783538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_ht1QBi8DI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Vt-8YAXNjJk/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Honor Guard that came was the best I have ever seen at a funeral. They did a great job of honoring military veterans and adding some great pomp and ceremony to the service. The three volleys of rifle fire scared some of the grandchildren, but it was very impressive.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474245735168899842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_htfgnwewI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hd61aUKeIcs/s320/IMG_2995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474245349411403218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_htJDkANdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PxNzisrpzwo/s320/IMG_3003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474245014628915026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hs1kZo11I/AAAAAAAAAfw/VfS78Ejq0bQ/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474244679206232434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hsiC2o4XI/AAAAAAAAAfo/yLCeBNe8dxI/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hitxG0PTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/B_L2FTBOGRw/s1600/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474233885484399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hitxG0PTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/B_L2FTBOGRw/s320/IMG_2997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7833857017653832859?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7833857017653832859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7833857017653832859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7833857017653832859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7833857017653832859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/05/dads-death-funeral-and-burial.html' title='Dad&apos;s death, funeral, and burial'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_ht1QBi8DI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Vt-8YAXNjJk/s72-c/IMG_3018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-6892682352753669830</id><published>2010-05-22T16:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:01:04.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Flood in Basement'/><title type='text'>So What Else Could Happen!?</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in the last 1 1/2 months. Probably the busiest of our lives, or at least with some of the most and most dramatic changes. I will make several posts, this being the most current. We moved into our new home, my parents home, on April 16th, totally redid the basement and Linda turned it into a beautiful, comfortable home for us. The new carpet and lamanet (?) floors were (notice the past tense) beautiful--until last night when the drain you see below flooded and ruined the kitchen floor and bedroom carpet. Service Master is doing the clean up with the insurance paying (after our $1,000 deductible) for clean up, new carpet and new flooring. So we are going to spend the next week or two with our home messed up--again. But it is okay. We have been blessed in sooo many ways we can't complain.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hgjZQSU6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cS6LuocET6A/s1600/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474231508259722146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hgjZQSU6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cS6LuocET6A/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hgVdOCAuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tYqAVQcS1G4/s1600/IMG_3046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474231268805837538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hgVdOCAuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tYqAVQcS1G4/s320/IMG_3046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-6892682352753669830?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/6892682352753669830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=6892682352753669830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6892682352753669830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6892682352753669830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-what-else-could-happen.html' title='So What Else Could Happen!?'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S_hgjZQSU6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cS6LuocET6A/s72-c/IMG_3045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5771448353582522319</id><published>2010-04-10T19:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:09:41.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom&apos;s Birthday--early'/><title type='text'>Grandpa Tom's early birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Nicholle and kids were in Utah, and because Matt, Jenny, and children sent me Omaha steaks, we decided to celebrate my birthday 2 weeks early! It was one of the few nice days we have had this Spring, in the mid-60s. Notice I'm on the patio without our picnic tables. We have started giving away stuff since we are moving this month&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S8EtZcdC60I/AAAAAAAAAfA/kuqyp8skTYw/s1600/Tom%27s+B-day+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458694138507750210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S8EtZcdC60I/AAAAAAAAAfA/kuqyp8skTYw/s320/Tom%27s+B-day+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real steak for the big people (including Sam and Amanda) and tube steak for Connor and Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458696088306332994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S8EvK8BQNUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZCW-ijzhzPE/s320/Tom%27s+B-day+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the table with Grandpa Holman. Notice everyone is about done except Nicholle (lower right) who was taking care of kids. She finally got to her steak. The wait was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S8EtF9lsx3I/AAAAAAAAAew/c_zwsfA9as0/s1600/Tom%27s+B-day+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458693803805034354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S8EtF9lsx3I/AAAAAAAAAew/c_zwsfA9as0/s320/Tom%27s+B-day+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Matt, Jenny, and kids! It has been a fun birthday already. Omaha steaks from just one of my children; I can hardly wait to see what the others send me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5771448353582522319?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5771448353582522319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5771448353582522319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5771448353582522319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5771448353582522319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandpa-toms-early-birthday-dinner.html' title='Grandpa Tom&apos;s early birthday dinner'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S8EtZcdC60I/AAAAAAAAAfA/kuqyp8skTYw/s72-c/Tom%27s+B-day+2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-2276947855928111627</id><published>2010-03-20T13:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:52:16.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Transition'/><title type='text'>We are selling our home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450803912824894850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S6UlR3Q8tYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fHlDrKxqXbI/s320/IMG_2940.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just over a week ago, we put our home on the market. We have lived here for almost 25 years and it is the home our children remember most as "home." It is the only home our grandchildren have known for us. In fact, Blakie-Bones was living here when he was born while Matt, Jenny, &amp;amp; Amy lived here &amp;amp; waited for Matt's security clearance on his current job.  We have lots of great memories and will really miss the backyard.  But Linda is retiring this year and I will in 3 years and we want to be able to go on missions, visit our children and grandchildren without worrying about the lawn, or shoveling snow, etc. We are also ready for a single story home; stairs in a 4-level home could become as problem as we get older.  We've already had an offer but countered and they didn't respond.  Of course we are selling when prices are way down; they dropped $15,000 from 3 months ago when we first started thinking about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have big news about where we will be moving soon, if everything falls into place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-2276947855928111627?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/2276947855928111627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=2276947855928111627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2276947855928111627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2276947855928111627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-selling-our-home.html' title='We are selling our home!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S6UlR3Q8tYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fHlDrKxqXbI/s72-c/IMG_2940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7083319387954843054</id><published>2010-02-13T16:38:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:48:06.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After living in a kitchen with nails coming through the floor and a countertop that could cause harm to your arms we decided "enough was enough"! New solid surface counter tops and new flooring made me a happy woman.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437877016830880626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4VfB3K3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/vOEvWna5rIg/s320/IMG_2931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We ordered an undermount stainless sink but I guess it was our lucky day and a mistake was made and we got the more expensive intergrated sink. I wasn't sure I wanted it. My old white sink was always stained and dirty looking and I was afraid of the white thing but to my delight, I like it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c43E1CYTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/X73lVDWt9Fg/s1600-h/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437877593913319730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c43E1CYTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/X73lVDWt9Fg/s320/IMG_2935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4tcXKAqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xyaZkvzSWSE/s1600-h/IMG_2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437877428431749794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4tcXKAqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xyaZkvzSWSE/s320/IMG_2934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The faucet is pretty slick also. It does all kinds of tricks that I haven't even tried yet. We also got a new dishwasher that is suppose to be so quiet we will have to put our ears next to it to see if it is even running. (I'm not sure I believe it, but it sounded good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4kql--_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/SYZXzLaIgJE/s1600-h/IMG_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437877277633215474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4kql--_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/SYZXzLaIgJE/s320/IMG_2933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick trip to Ikea provided us with new bar stools. Being a bit smaller than our last ones makes our already small kitchen seem a little bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4cgu9bFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fXGP7K9ZcQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437877137547553874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4cgu9bFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fXGP7K9ZcQ4/s320/IMG_2932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The built in desk is gone. It just provided me a place to stack everything that ever came into our house. For now I have put a little piece of furniture of my mom's. It is kinda cute there and it adds a little memory of my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the kitchen is clean and in good working order we just need to sell the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7083319387954843054?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7083319387954843054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7083319387954843054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7083319387954843054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7083319387954843054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/02/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S3c4VfB3K3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/vOEvWna5rIg/s72-c/IMG_2931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4431116610471775766</id><published>2010-02-02T18:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:58:43.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilt'/><title type='text'>The Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S2jW36pYRSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QYLw7FQ8Yks/s1600-h/IMG_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S2jW36pYRSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QYLw7FQ8Yks/s320/IMG_2893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433829206546466082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To say we are excited about the new baby boy coming into our family is an understatement.  I am not a quilt maker, but I couldn't resist this fabric selection.  I think I've done the easy part, now I need to sew it all together.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S2jWxdE09iI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZlHgjqe82Z0/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S2jWxdE09iI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZlHgjqe82Z0/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433829095529313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4431116610471775766?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4431116610471775766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4431116610471775766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4431116610471775766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4431116610471775766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/02/quilt.html' title='The Quilt'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S2jW36pYRSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QYLw7FQ8Yks/s72-c/IMG_2893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3028336640009903713</id><published>2010-01-23T10:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:55:44.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Pines and a Utah Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>When Tom and I went to England about 10 years ago I noticed that instead of addresses the houses were named with plaques. I thought it was such a clever idea. So I began to think what I would call our house. Probably the most notable thing about our house are the three beautiful pine trees in our back yard. So hence my name for our Utah home was "Three Pines". This past summer we were back in England visiting Matt and Jenny and family and I again noticed...no addresses, just names. I mentioned to Matt and Jenny that on my trip years ago I had come to the conclusion that our home was "Three Pines". Can you imagine my surprise when I got my original English home name plaque..."Three Pines". I am not sure how long we will stay in our house but "Three Pines" will always travel with me. Memories of England and a good son and daughter-in-law that listened to my story!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1wwdskyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VmNPTvqPUDE/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429992887484715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1wwdskyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VmNPTvqPUDE/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1luon-HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xZK7T57GgTU/s1600-h/IMG_2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429992698015119474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1luon-HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xZK7T57GgTU/s320/IMG_2886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1ZYJEolI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zjYsV-NKujY/s1600-h/IMG_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429992485818770002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1ZYJEolI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zjYsV-NKujY/s320/IMG_2885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a big snow storm last night and our our three pines and other trees looked very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3028336640009903713?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3028336640009903713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3028336640009903713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3028336640009903713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3028336640009903713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-pines-and-utah-snow-storm.html' title='Three Pines and a Utah Snow Storm'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S1s1wwdskyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VmNPTvqPUDE/s72-c/IMG_2882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1144679778079428642</id><published>2010-01-09T11:13:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:33:55.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas and New Years in Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>After Christmas and New Year's Eve 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jKGxzJHaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/z--z_lnhT40/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jKGxzJHaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/z--z_lnhT40/s320/IMG_2845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424807968963632546" border="0" /&gt;Since Matt, Jenny and family are in England we did the next best thing to having them here--we Skyped with them several times during the holidays.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jJkoI8DZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PvIW7O2HuzI/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jJkoI8DZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PvIW7O2HuzI/s320/IMG_2866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424807382255144338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the fun things we did was sledding on the hill in Lindon Park.  It couldn't have been a better day.  The snow was perfect, the temperature was not too cold, and it even snowed while we were there.  It was beautiful and fun! Madison got pink cheeks, but she had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jJdTjPT6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/MeeJ-ZUoMjY/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jJdTjPT6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/MeeJ-ZUoMjY/s320/IMG_2865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424807256469229474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammy even talked Grandpa Tom into going down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jJFgJ0FdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YQjdawfaWdQ/s1600-h/IMG_2862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jJFgJ0FdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YQjdawfaWdQ/s320/IMG_2862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424806847535388114" border="0" /&gt;Amanda had fun taking Madison down on the sled.&lt;/a&gt;  Amanda loves helping her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jIqR5QwXI/AAAAAAAAAco/4mrOSBavndA/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jIqR5QwXI/AAAAAAAAAco/4mrOSBavndA/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424806379851399538" border="0" /&gt;Connor probably loved the sledding more than anyone--he was the last who wanted to leave; in fact he never did want to leave!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jIgLYWgLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KZcNHy8DGyA/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jIgLYWgLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KZcNHy8DGyA/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424806206304059570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholle got into it and  had fun also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jH62BvUEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pONwYnWAxxw/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jH62BvUEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pONwYnWAxxw/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424805564916912194" border="0" /&gt;We had a fun New Year's celebration--Bingo with "cracker" prizes including crowns, s'mores, and lots of fun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jHv0y7V4I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aP8ZAp1pnBw/s1600-h/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jHv0y7V4I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aP8ZAp1pnBw/s320/IMG_2878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424805375607789442" border="0" /&gt;All in all, a very fun New Year's Eve and holiday season. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1144679778079428642?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1144679778079428642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1144679778079428642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1144679778079428642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1144679778079428642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-christmas-and-new-years-eve-2009.html' title='After Christmas and New Year&apos;s Eve 2009'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/S0jKGxzJHaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/z--z_lnhT40/s72-c/IMG_2845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7928392999179021608</id><published>2009-12-30T09:11:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:44:19.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2009 in Utah!</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas at the Tom and Linda Holmans. Things started Christmas Eve with a Mexican Fiesta compliments of Grandma Linda. She fixed the fiesta Christmas Eve, brunch for Christmas morning with a quishe, waffles, bacon, etc. Then she fixed dinner with shrimp cocktails, ham, two types of potatoes, grape salad, and two types of pie. All this while she was really sick with a cold. Grandma Linda is a trooper! And none of us got sick so she did it all without infecting any of us. Here is Madison on Christmas Eve taking her turn on Beatles' Rock Band.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuBWZPVs3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Nlv_Q6L3sek/s1600-h/IMG_2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421068798202852210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuBWZPVs3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Nlv_Q6L3sek/s320/IMG_2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve and the Young kids are all in their new pajamas.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuA6EZp1LI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gSp4jEc8NbA/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421068311572632754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuA6EZp1LI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gSp4jEc8NbA/s320/IMG_2787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh getting ready to open a present. He is a Xango man as you can see.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuApH0kP1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/N2Q365odj9c/s1600-h/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421068020433043282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuApH0kP1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/N2Q365odj9c/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristy was very surprised when she got an Ipod Touch! Here she is just discovering that is what she got. The most amazing part is that Josh kept it secret!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuADnkbbxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pDEAvDajjkY/s1600-h/IMG_2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421067376120262418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuADnkbbxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pDEAvDajjkY/s320/IMG_2793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan hot the Beatles' Anthology. We have already watched 3 of them. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt_vOI8voI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0QXbDG6nZS0/s1600-h/IMG_2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421067025696734850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt_vOI8voI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0QXbDG6nZS0/s320/IMG_2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa Tom with Sgt Pepper album--he got 5 Beatles' DVDs! How can you beat that? The interesting thing is that they had all been opened already...hmm.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9yb57bTI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3L9CI2ErDWA/s1600-h/IMG_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064881908182322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9yb57bTI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3L9CI2ErDWA/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Linda loved her Snuggie and she doesn't care what anyone says or how much they laugh--it's warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9o3DeDxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/s8VL0BJ7T1w/s1600-h/IMG_2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064717397266194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9o3DeDxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/s8VL0BJ7T1w/s320/IMG_2800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9cqcACUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8nsuI3J8318/s1600-h/IMG_2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064507852065090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9cqcACUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8nsuI3J8318/s320/IMG_2805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had brunch and dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Holmans. It was good food and fun to be all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9QkRAwlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cwLokE83jG0/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064300036932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt9QkRAwlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cwLokE83jG0/s320/IMG_2807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt86fvoWVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZA9AamWWiHg/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421063920866056530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt86fvoWVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZA9AamWWiHg/s320/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt8vc-GcOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SjAVPaqcLNM/s1600-h/IMG_2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421063731142881506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt8vc-GcOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SjAVPaqcLNM/s320/IMG_2820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ty is lobbying for the Victrolla. Grandpa Holman is showing Ty how it works while Aunt Jane looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt8aXe2NqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lHpcWmXcRSE/s1600-h/IMG_2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421063368892364450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt8aXe2NqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lHpcWmXcRSE/s320/IMG_2822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan entertaining Sam and Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt8PI8xALI/AAAAAAAAAao/EXqg4QJQ4NI/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421063176012759218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Szt8PI8xALI/AAAAAAAAAao/EXqg4QJQ4NI/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great Christmas! All of our children were at our house for Christmas and we talked to Matt, Jenny, Amy, Blake, and (the next day) to Tot by Skype. How can a holiday be better!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7928392999179021608?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7928392999179021608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7928392999179021608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7928392999179021608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7928392999179021608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day-2009-in-utah.html' title='Christmas Day 2009 in Utah!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SzuBWZPVs3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/Nlv_Q6L3sek/s72-c/IMG_2782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-903799120858247203</id><published>2009-12-17T14:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:04:53.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We started Christmas early buying the Beatles Rock Band for Wii.  Josh and Logan are really rockin' out!  We are just waiting for the rest of the kids and grandkids to join the band! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Syqcg3_QzjI/AAAAAAAAAag/CicRg9s8KqM/s1600-h/IMG_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416313590465482290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Syqcg3_QzjI/AAAAAAAAAag/CicRg9s8KqM/s320/IMG_2779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-903799120858247203?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/903799120858247203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=903799120858247203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/903799120858247203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/903799120858247203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-started-christmas-early-buying.html' title=''/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Syqcg3_QzjI/AAAAAAAAAag/CicRg9s8KqM/s72-c/IMG_2779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3373108303439727027</id><published>2009-09-08T18:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:35:13.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labor Day Weekend 2009'/><title type='text'>Ty's B-day and   Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Finishing our vacation is hard work and I'm not getting to it. So here is what we did Labor Day Weekend. First we took Ty out for his birthday dinner at the Blue Iguana Mexican Restaurant.  Great food and fun to be with Ty. Then we all went to Gilgal Gardens. A strange place. This mason in SLC decided to create a strange garden.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb2KZeNGsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RXqUS1O7XPk/s1600-h/IMG_2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379257463437335234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb2KZeNGsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RXqUS1O7XPk/s320/IMG_2669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ty as we enter the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb2Cxhm9sI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zlUzakArfO4/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379257332455110338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb2Cxhm9sI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zlUzakArfO4/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a mix of Joseph Smith and ancient Egypt.  It gets stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb17riOgpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gtAXLWqasPM/s1600-h/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379257210588005010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb17riOgpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gtAXLWqasPM/s320/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the mason/sculpture himself.  Brick pants, which the guidebook says were very difficult to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb11Em6wPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OOcKsrTkXjE/s1600-h/IMG_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379257097059483890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb11Em6wPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OOcKsrTkXjE/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ty had to get to work, so Linda and I decided to go to Red Butte Gardens at the U of U. They are beautiful and we think our grandkids might enjoy parts of it--the Children's Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb1n7OINRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EX8mgb0xmsY/s1600-h/IMG_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379256871201289490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb1n7OINRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EX8mgb0xmsY/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb1eO3uYBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IW1PoGNBGz0/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379256704677339154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb1eO3uYBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IW1PoGNBGz0/s320/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finished off with a baseball game with the Salt Lake Bees. A very good game. A fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb1SMNHzkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/r_gjFhiCOJE/s1600-h/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379256497803349570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb1SMNHzkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/r_gjFhiCOJE/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3373108303439727027?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3373108303439727027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3373108303439727027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3373108303439727027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3373108303439727027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/09/tys-b-day-and-our-anniversary.html' title='Ty&apos;s B-day and   Our Anniversary'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sqb2KZeNGsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RXqUS1O7XPk/s72-c/IMG_2669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5478195595985554547</id><published>2009-08-30T18:09:00.029-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:43:32.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England and the Matt and Jenny Holmans'/><title type='text'>Our European Trip, Part 2: England</title><content type='html'>Here is our hotel room in a little village right next to the Hahn Airport. By the end of 2 weeks of walking all over Austria and Germany we were a bit tired so you see me here resting. The next morning, we somehow made it on the plane (after paying $65 for being 3 kilos overweight--the luggage, not me) and flew to Stansted just north of London where we met Matt, Jenny, Amy, Blake, and Cade. What a thrill it was to see them! So began our short stay in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Spsbjsbf9AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MZrS0QbVFBk/s1600-h/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375920880232690690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Spsbjsbf9AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MZrS0QbVFBk/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a view of the village out our hotel room window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsbZ_ibFYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/NhvtG2pAWM4/s1600-h/IMG_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375920713563313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsbZ_ibFYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/NhvtG2pAWM4/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving in England we went straight to the seashore and had so much fun, but that is in a previous post. Here is just one picture of me and Tot throwing rocks into the North Sea. What can be more fun for a grandpa than to being with a grandchild who is having so much fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915758027253890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsW5iujqII/AAAAAAAAAXo/eKQ4k02shNY/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the seashore we came home to Matt and Jenny's home--no address, just a name. That is so English.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375914131600746770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsVa30QqRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ychxMa6gK9M/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375914508544945442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsVw0CwrSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oKIeMWbNeYc/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;,,, and were intertained by a superb puppet show. Here are the puppeteers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915983220930594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsXGpo6eCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IVCXQlsw7Dk/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to Church on Sunday to their very nice English ward. We met such nice people. I thanked the high priests for being such good people; I knew our little family would be taken care of. Then on Monday we took care of the children while Matt and Jenny got away to London and saw Les Mis (?sp?) On our last day, we started in Stonehenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Spsa0A9XQEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xjcG53ylxNw/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375920061109715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Spsa0A9XQEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xjcG53ylxNw/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it was very windy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsapYg9hSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eaqI4r_Wb6c/s1600-h/IMG_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375919878454478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsapYg9hSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eaqI4r_Wb6c/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsaWysMlJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BJdoYJItb_c/s1600-h/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375919559063409810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsaWysMlJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BJdoYJItb_c/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just outside Stonehenge. You can see burial mounds behind and right of Jenny and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsaLg5BjKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YcSSelEudXg/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375919365306813602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsaLg5BjKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YcSSelEudXg/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Avebury, which also has strange hugh stones. Amy enjoyed rolling down the hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsZvFEDozI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sRQC8uNweH4/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375918876800557874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsZvFEDozI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sRQC8uNweH4/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and Tot enjoyed having Matt throw him in the air and catching him--which he always did fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsZf15AtnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/uv0E1_bLYc8/s1600-h/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375918615029659250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsZf15AtnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/uv0E1_bLYc8/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the large stones in a hugh circle. No one really knows why they were put there but they are very fun to look at and try to imagine ancient people cutting them out, transporting them, and putting them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsZTWon5XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/M0ltDuxdAek/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375918400480994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsZTWon5XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/M0ltDuxdAek/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsY4A6jDqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/usU9fCLfIlQ/s1600-h/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375917930794127010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsY4A6jDqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/usU9fCLfIlQ/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also visited a village in the Cottswolds. They were breathtakingly beautiful and made you want to just stay there. Of course, the plumbing and electrical is probably terrible, but when on vacation you can romanticize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsYnXZX1MI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TnyKHOogZqM/s1600-h/IMG_2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375917644771218626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsYnXZX1MI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TnyKHOogZqM/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375917161342737570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsYLOfCnKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/BxUvRfLlv5Q/s320/IMG_2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levenham is a fun little village where all the buildings are at weird angles; I guess they just settled funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375916311085205298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsXZvB2RzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/BXjN-iC51l8/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsWdN4R4_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/k2ZCQnHamq8/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915271394550770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsWdN4R4_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/k2ZCQnHamq8/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsWQ7LAmoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4sUmRe1Zyeo/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915060214405762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SpsWQ7LAmoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4sUmRe1Zyeo/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we flew home. Oh well, you can't vacation forever. We can hardly wait to go back to Vienna in August of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5478195595985554547?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5478195595985554547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5478195595985554547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5478195595985554547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5478195595985554547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-european-trip.html' title='Our European Trip, Part 2: England'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Spsbjsbf9AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MZrS0QbVFBk/s72-c/IMG_2037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1862946097946371625</id><published>2009-07-06T03:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:21:28.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll start at the end--in England with the Matt &amp; Jenny Holmans</title><content type='html'>We left Hahn Airfield in Germany about 10:25 am and got into Stansted Airport north of London about 10:40 am England time--one hour difference. After finally getting through the passport check--which took about 45 minutes because they only had 3, then down to 2 agents working--Matt and Jenny and the kids met us and we took off for the beach! We got to a little seaside town and while Matt bought some fish and chips, I took this picture of Blake, Amy, and Cade. Notice Cade's unique way of wearing sunglasses! Then see a couple of pictures of us on the beach. That is the North Sea we were on. It was so much fun! The beach was quite rocky, like the beach at Laguna Beach where I was with the Young grandkids just a couple of weeks ago. I'll post those pictures soon. So much to post, so boring for all of you, but we are loving it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHMYPjpgBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v1V-xIakvlM/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355286148785209362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHMYPjpgBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v1V-xIakvlM/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHMB-G6y1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/cX4sDgvC2wM/s1600-h/IMG_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355285766144183122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHMB-G6y1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/cX4sDgvC2wM/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHLrZbK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kVsGkn3D3GE/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355285378339893650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHLrZbK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kVsGkn3D3GE/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate our fish and chips and pasta salad, fruit, and cookies Jenny made (or brought the fruit, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended our first day with fireworks on the American post and Blake and Amy each won a goldfish. But the best part was the puppet show before we went to the Fireworks. Here are puppeteers and the show! Amy wrote the script and they had a great backdrop they even changed between scenes! Pretty professional.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHJp47taFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/aYYvTWFSuzk/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355283153414875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHJp47taFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/aYYvTWFSuzk/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355283971442636210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHKZgUudbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dw4dLn-zpXs/s320/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we went to Church and really enjoyed their ward--they are going to be with great people the next three years! Then we ate a great meal and ended the day with a fun walk. During the afternoon, Cade got into painting, including all over his pants! But they were masterpieces--the paintings, not his pants. I mean "trousers." Over here "pants" are "underwear."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHHfjsdMDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qs_boPNEQ8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355280776891805746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHHfjsdMDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qs_boPNEQ8Q/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1862946097946371625?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1862946097946371625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1862946097946371625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1862946097946371625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1862946097946371625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-start-at-end-in-england-with-matt.html' title='We&apos;ll start at the end--in England with the Matt &amp; Jenny Holmans'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SlHMYPjpgBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v1V-xIakvlM/s72-c/IMG_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3392425174776231626</id><published>2009-06-18T19:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:28:13.332-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The big double-digit birthday for Sam.'/><title type='text'>Sam's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sam came home to presents (3 Kit [American Girl] books and the cute cupcake you see below.  Then she went with G &amp;amp; G Young, aunts, uncles, and cousins to Pleasant Grove's StrawberryDays Rodeo. Talk about a good Utah birthday!  We do love that girl!  And all the other grandkids for that matter.  I never realized how much I could love grandchildren; it is wondeful!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrodwJqIiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-K4Xrljq1LU/s1600-h/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348843105295147554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrodwJqIiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-K4Xrljq1LU/s320/IMG_1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After softball camp on Miller Field at BYU (Edwards football stadium in the backgroud) they always get a popcycle. Sam has have a really fun time at the camp!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjroBfwku6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/u2NdxD86dHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348842619858631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjroBfwku6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/u2NdxD86dHQ/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was the the big 1-0, she decided to have one crazy pose!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrnwVrJnQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/scW4Ope6EOU/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348842325093752066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrnwVrJnQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/scW4Ope6EOU/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Sam on the morning of her 10th birthday. She was up early and getting ready for softball camp.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrnWuqOeoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Xto5lRb9dH4/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348841885124164226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrnWuqOeoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Xto5lRb9dH4/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3392425174776231626?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3392425174776231626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3392425174776231626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3392425174776231626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3392425174776231626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sams-birthday.html' title='Sam&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjrodwJqIiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-K4Xrljq1LU/s72-c/IMG_1711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1920484364833089099</id><published>2009-06-14T22:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:07:28.067-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam&apos;s Softball Camp and time with both Families'/><title type='text'>Sam is Here!</title><content type='html'>Sam arrived!  Sam spent the evening at a bbq with the Youngs.  She and grandma Linda are already crafting--notice the 5 new flower fridge magnets.  Amy, when you come you girls can go crafting crazy!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjXIUXfpraI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8BrckFQ2ths/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347400384802041250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjXIUXfpraI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8BrckFQ2ths/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Sam posing while I try out our 10 sec. timer. It works. Tomorrow Softball Camp!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjXIA_kQq6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_V7_Gs1ntpI/s1600-h/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347400051961408418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjXIA_kQq6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_V7_Gs1ntpI/s320/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1920484364833089099?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1920484364833089099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1920484364833089099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1920484364833089099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1920484364833089099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sam-is-here.html' title='Sam is Here!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SjXIUXfpraI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8BrckFQ2ths/s72-c/IMG_1684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4890240578698632536</id><published>2009-05-22T13:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:21:06.544-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonders of nature'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Pansies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Shb6MhB29kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IjV8DTsLvvM/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338729501225842242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Shb6MhB29kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IjV8DTsLvvM/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I, Linda, have always enjoyed yard work and I usually have a pretty decent yard.  Well...this year I have out done myself.  This sweet little "purple pansie touched with yellow gold" has made its way in a crack on our patio.  What can I say...I'm quite the gardener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4890240578698632536?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4890240578698632536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4890240578698632536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4890240578698632536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4890240578698632536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-pansies.html' title='Beautiful Pansies'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Shb6MhB29kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IjV8DTsLvvM/s72-c/IMG_1642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1026472938284579434</id><published>2009-05-08T20:51:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:48:48.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Our St. George and Environs Road Trip</title><content type='html'>We started our full day in the St. George area with a road trip, going north out of St. George through Snow Canyon State Park (which we re-visited that afternoon for a hike) and then on to the scene of the Mountain Meadow Massacre. It was a terrible incident, but the site is now peaceful and hopefully settlers and pioneers are now reconciled in the Spirit World. We then took off south...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT5S10OZjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rtYYiSJ9D4k/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661960792598066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT5S10OZjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rtYYiSJ9D4k/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT5K-2Q8QI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_Jeb5N-jV3k/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661825778118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT5K-2Q8QI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_Jeb5N-jV3k/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...visited a cute little Southern Utah town named Veyo,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT40zjjy-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/jQwOkpJZ0xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661444789750754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT40zjjy-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/jQwOkpJZ0xQ/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...saw a dormant volcano just outside Veyo, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT4dUu7i_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/jxfxl4Y9Jvw/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661041378954226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT4dUu7i_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/jxfxl4Y9Jvw/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and drove through an Indian Reservation. It was a fun little road trip. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT4K3PflRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tJq6XGmNkSg/s1600-h/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333660724224824594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT4K3PflRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tJq6XGmNkSg/s320/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT4CSK0vMI/AAAAAAAAATs/PcXDVTeBWMI/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333660576834174146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT4CSK0vMI/AAAAAAAAATs/PcXDVTeBWMI/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting back from our morning road trip, we called Max (Linda's little brother) and Cindy, found out they hadn't had lunch yet and so went to eat together with Lizzy and Amy at the Pasta Factory in St. George. Lizzy, on the end, is getting married to Huck in July and we are all excited. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT3U6uiiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/VegrR9_o-xM/s1600-h/IMG_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333659797447412482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT3U6uiiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/VegrR9_o-xM/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me (Tom) the most fun part of the day was our afternoon hike in Snow Canyon State Park. The weather was perfect (low 80s) and as you will see below the scenery is out of this world!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT2hdS5_MI/AAAAAAAAATc/MmK0JGJfCOE/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333658913373551810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT2hdS5_MI/AAAAAAAAATc/MmK0JGJfCOE/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT2ZVe281I/AAAAAAAAATU/Lwpxtx4RMTc/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333658773837247314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT2ZVe281I/AAAAAAAAATU/Lwpxtx4RMTc/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT2RnJIDuI/AAAAAAAAATM/2KnCG61b8vo/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333658641138978530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT2RnJIDuI/AAAAAAAAATM/2KnCG61b8vo/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am on the trail next to the Silver Hair Sage. Maybe both of us are silver-haired sages, right!?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT15qI_-_I/AAAAAAAAATE/59STxLE079A/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333658229626895346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT15qI_-_I/AAAAAAAAATE/59STxLE079A/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1ypOoLoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Mm5EGU1_NQg/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333658109122981506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1ypOoLoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Mm5EGU1_NQg/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1kXeSRhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/MGb1FdVGUQ8/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657863838647826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1kXeSRhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/MGb1FdVGUQ8/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1Sc7T6OI/AAAAAAAAASs/SmAj9fsJAKw/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657556064921826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1Sc7T6OI/AAAAAAAAASs/SmAj9fsJAKw/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1KkJmxAI/AAAAAAAAASk/dTcrVSCU1pY/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657420564972546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT1KkJmxAI/AAAAAAAAASk/dTcrVSCU1pY/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following Kristen's tradition of taking pictures of our feet in Chacos.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT0TeDGUnI/AAAAAAAAASM/vewtiVTycoA/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333656474034262642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT0TeDGUnI/AAAAAAAAASM/vewtiVTycoA/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333656855679437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT0pryZicI/AAAAAAAAASU/YqDFcVlkKfo/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657099703909138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT0342XexI/AAAAAAAAASc/tWneSSJkSJI/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day was spent taking the long way home. We left St. George and went through Hurricane and LaVerkin (our guidebook said they are like Buda and Pest except no good food!) and then came to Zion's National Park. These following pictures don't do the park and the scenery justice! But I hope you can still sort of see how breathtaking it is. We then followed Highway 89 up through more beautiful and ever-changing scenery as you'll see below.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333656022623106274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTz5MaStOI/AAAAAAAAASE/0k4U_MbI5p4/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333653736135485906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTx0GlKadI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hy48W1ys9QM/s320/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTyXqC9hOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6dLSs67E-zc/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333654346951132386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTyXqC9hOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6dLSs67E-zc/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTyO0uCsyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PrdiCT9vz_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333654195197358882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTyO0uCsyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PrdiCT9vz_Y/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My (Linda's) grandma Nicholls was born in Hatch, Utah. It was named after her family. We are important people!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTw_hCgMbI/AAAAAAAAARc/vi0bup1zFco/s1600-h/IMG_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333652832704803250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTw_hCgMbI/AAAAAAAAARc/vi0bup1zFco/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know Big Rock Candy Mountain is in Utah? The one Burl Ives had a song about. We had no idea it was right here! It really does look like yellow candy flowing down the mountain&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTwStDc-UI/AAAAAAAAARU/6FYlTaQdo2k/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333652062835898690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgTwStDc-UI/AAAAAAAAARU/6FYlTaQdo2k/s320/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1026472938284579434?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1026472938284579434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1026472938284579434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1026472938284579434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1026472938284579434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-st-george-and-environs-road-trip.html' title='Our St. George and Environs Road Trip'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SgT5S10OZjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rtYYiSJ9D4k/s72-c/IMG_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-820860601210207893</id><published>2009-04-25T17:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:11:13.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Day'/><title type='text'>Graduation for Logan and "Major Award" for Pops</title><content type='html'>Logan and I on the way to his BYU graduation.  You other BYU grads, notice his blue robes.  They now sell them "retainable" robes, but Logan didn't know that and turned it in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328783990271327170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOkzljpO8I/AAAAAAAAARE/rP3uOToICIQ/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Logan and his mom right after his BYU graduation with the Hinckley Center in the background, and some other random people.  Now he is off this fall to graduate school--probably.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOlIvhoIbI/AAAAAAAAARM/DFMr_t67AvU/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328784353724473778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOlIvhoIbI/AAAAAAAAARM/DFMr_t67AvU/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My department chair, Rick Miller reading a short biography before presenting me with the School of Family Life Achievement Award. The plaque I got is nice enough, but I was expecting a "fra-gee-lay" leg lamp. But the check for $2,500 was better. That is almost the exact amount we need for the repair of the foundation leak we have in our house. Oh well....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOkMX2nI9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/09vejwX-_DA/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328783316577887186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOkMX2nI9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/09vejwX-_DA/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are Logan and me with our award/diploma, and the person who made it all possible!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOjpFZCSWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tjI0hTbOvtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328782710326577506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOjpFZCSWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tjI0hTbOvtQ/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-820860601210207893?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/820860601210207893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=820860601210207893' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/820860601210207893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/820860601210207893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-for-logan-and-major-award.html' title='Graduation for Logan and &quot;Major Award&quot; for Pops'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SfOkzljpO8I/AAAAAAAAARE/rP3uOToICIQ/s72-c/IMG_1583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3132800260322693608</id><published>2009-04-15T08:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:47:36.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The many sides of Blake Holman'/><title type='text'>Blake glares?  I don't believe it! Well, maybe once and a while.</title><content type='html'>Blake's Aunt Andrea thinks Blake glares.  Maybe once and a while.... Oh, but how I love that boy, glare and all!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SeXyyywV60I/AAAAAAAAAQs/l3slnStgJQs/s1600-h/DSC08345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929088867396418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SeXyyywV60I/AAAAAAAAAQs/l3slnStgJQs/s320/DSC08345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time he didn't glare was when he had a rifle in his hands. Hmm, I'm not sure what that means?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SeXyToN_svI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zeQmp9D2wso/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324928553463034610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SeXyToN_svI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zeQmp9D2wso/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3132800260322693608?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3132800260322693608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3132800260322693608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3132800260322693608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3132800260322693608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/04/blake-glares-i-dont-believe-it-well.html' title='Blake glares?  I don&apos;t believe it! Well, maybe once and a while.'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SeXyyywV60I/AAAAAAAAAQs/l3slnStgJQs/s72-c/DSC08345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1603628913377775274</id><published>2009-04-06T20:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:16:03.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice looking men in kilts'/><title type='text'>Tot, Matt, Ty, and Grandpa Wimmy--They all look good in kilts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sdq2jGCAcEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0JZ5zjQmuEY/s1600-h/Tot+in+kilt"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321766623722369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sdq2jGCAcEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0JZ5zjQmuEY/s320/Tot+in+kilt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tot didn't know it but he is part of a long tradition of men wearing kilts in his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sdq1uv4v2nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1QEVwXY8bvI/s1600-h/Wimmy+in+Kilt+on+mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321765724424755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sdq1uv4v2nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1QEVwXY8bvI/s320/Wimmy+in+Kilt+on+mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Tot's great-grandpa Wilmer Nicholls in his kilt. Ty and Matt have both worn them for extended periods. Now Tot joins his male relatives (and probably some of his even more distant Scottish ancestors) in the tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1603628913377775274?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1603628913377775274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1603628913377775274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1603628913377775274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1603628913377775274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/04/tot-matt-ty-and-grandpa-wimmy-they-all.html' title='Tot, Matt, Ty, and Grandpa Wimmy--They all look good in kilts'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/Sdq2jGCAcEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0JZ5zjQmuEY/s72-c/Tot+in+kilt' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3185445752788551475</id><published>2009-02-26T20:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:19:12.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is!</title><content type='html'>And the winner is...! None of you. You all missed at least two. How come no Youngs guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Grandpa Holman (Albert)&lt;br /&gt;2. Logan&lt;br /&gt;3. This one was tricky! It is my old very nice quad combination. Matt would use it for seminary and when he had to read something he would just rip the chapters he needed out of it!!! I guess it was just too big to carry.  So the page numbers show the part he ripped out. I thought he at least might remember (and apologize).&lt;br /&gt;4. Mine&lt;br /&gt;5. Mine&lt;br /&gt;6. Grandma Linda. I was just teasing about pages being stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll have to come up with another contest and double the prize for next time. Any ideas of things I ought to have you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3185445752788551475?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3185445752788551475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3185445752788551475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3185445752788551475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3185445752788551475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4663165839882122505</id><published>2009-02-10T21:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:20:45.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Grandpa Tom Contest--like Amy&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Guess whose scriptures these are.  Prize for the person to get it right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJRB2QnBHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/--IuEoc8DLI/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301388803555394674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJRB2QnBHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/--IuEoc8DLI/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #1 Here is your clue for this set of scriptures:  This is a very old Book of Mormon that belonged to one of Grandpa Tom's ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJQfBzVc6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/N9jYbwwKnUk/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301388205358412706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJQfBzVc6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/N9jYbwwKnUk/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #2 Clue: This person identifies him/herself in the scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJPoswGJvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YKGUluAQuJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301387271994746610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJPoswGJvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YKGUluAQuJQ/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #3 This is a hard one; but the clue is in the page numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJPZ7ZTGPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JfqopVkQj7s/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301387018227620082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJPZ7ZTGPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JfqopVkQj7s/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #4 Here is the clue: What language is this in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJPLCjqwtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sOaYko6IQb4/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301386762452124370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJPLCjqwtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sOaYko6IQb4/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #5 Clue: This person is obsessive-compulsive with underlining, circling, writing in the margins, underlining again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJOs_fmwMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rykE5_jaTN4/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301386246233702594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJOs_fmwMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rykE5_jaTN4/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #6 Clue: The pages in this one were stuck together for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4663165839882122505?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4663165839882122505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4663165839882122505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4663165839882122505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4663165839882122505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-whose-scriptures-these-are-prize.html' title='Guess whose scriptures these are.  Prize for the person to get it right!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SZJRB2QnBHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/--IuEoc8DLI/s72-c/IMG_1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8411889666380373356</id><published>2009-02-07T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:51:31.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun with Three of Our Sons'/><title type='text'>The Bowl Game</title><content type='html'>In December 2008 Matt, Josh, Logan and I went to the bowl game where BYU played Arizona. We had a great trip, even if BYU didn't have a great game. We stayed in the Luxor Hotel which was very nice. It was wierd being in an elevator which went sideways.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300251582397649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5Gu3UDkHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YV4NgTkwqas/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5IO-PuKAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-BZOGtGW4Pg/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300253233525958658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5IO-PuKAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-BZOGtGW4Pg/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look pretty fierce, don't they!? BYU could have used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5H3STnuwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6JB6WG8lgRo/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252826594163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5H3STnuwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6JB6WG8lgRo/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked around the city a bit, but I found it sleezy and really don't understand why people like going to Las Vegas--at least on the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5HiY5IWwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZnLYo0psAKY/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252467584850690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5HiY5IWwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZnLYo0psAKY/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The game was cold. BYU was cold. but we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5HFQVjbmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vrTcRs0gQNo/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300251967071940194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5HFQVjbmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vrTcRs0gQNo/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The game wasn't all that great but the boys enjoyed making fun of the male flag twirllers Arizona brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8411889666380373356?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8411889666380373356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8411889666380373356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8411889666380373356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8411889666380373356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/02/bowl-game.html' title='The Bowl Game'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5Gu3UDkHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YV4NgTkwqas/s72-c/IMG_1422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8903017901333317299</id><published>2009-02-07T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:06:00.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>California in January! The Tobler's Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4fKQuu3uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BnpQ9Vnaewk/s1600-h/Grandpa%26Mads_Sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300208072611782370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4fKQuu3uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BnpQ9Vnaewk/s320/Grandpa%26Mads_Sunday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, go to the bottom; I always start the pictures in the wrong order. This is the last one. After enjoying Saturday in Newport Beach and San Juan Capistrono, we spent Sunday and Monday in Poway. Here are grandpa and Mads already for Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4d7pc8TfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JtfHG27dEIY/s1600-h/SLO_Mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300206722038386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4d7pc8TfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JtfHG27dEIY/s320/SLO_Mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we waited for the reception, we visited the mission at San Juan Capistrono. The day couldn't have been more beautiful and the mission was very intersting to see and learn about. Logan was with the wedding party getting pictures taken at the mission. Kristen toured with us and introduced us to a new Mexican eating place--Baja Fresh! I love finding good, new Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300210573138784514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4hbz608QI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7eXednsAWuo/s320/Linda_SLO+Mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grandma Linda enjoying the warm sun and beautiful surroundings at the mission.  A little bit of Kristen right next to Linda.  We really enjoyed spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4dVOXsanI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hXxMRFTXvtk/s1600-h/Grandpa%26Mads_Tobler+reception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300206061933587058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4dVOXsanI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hXxMRFTXvtk/s320/Grandpa%26Mads_Tobler+reception.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this is going on backwards; I should have put the last picture in first. This is Madison and me at the Tobler's reception. It was in San Juan Capistrono and was very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4c1ll_itI/AAAAAAAAANw/l75jEW7X_zk/s1600-h/Mads+at+Newport+Temple+Doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300205518411762386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4c1ll_itI/AAAAAAAAANw/l75jEW7X_zk/s320/Mads+at+Newport+Temple+Doors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best picture of the temple is Madison at the front doors of the temple. Cute. We spent the time we weren't at the temple with Nicholle and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4cWYUZtBI/AAAAAAAAANo/PqidZgG-yVg/s1600-h/Us_Newport+Temple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300204982272373778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4cWYUZtBI/AAAAAAAAANo/PqidZgG-yVg/s320/Us_Newport+Temple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linda and I have lived together too long! As we waited to go in th temple we walked around the grounds. Very reverent aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4bzlAX5tI/AAAAAAAAANg/so5IwEkQt5c/s1600-h/Newport+Beach+Temple_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300204384382609106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4bzlAX5tI/AAAAAAAAANg/so5IwEkQt5c/s320/Newport+Beach+Temple_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we attended Chris and Kristin Tobler's wedding in California. They were married in the Newport beach temple. It was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8903017901333317299?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8903017901333317299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8903017901333317299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8903017901333317299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8903017901333317299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2009/02/california-in-january-toblers-wedding.html' title='California in January! The Tobler&apos;s Wedding.'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY4fKQuu3uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BnpQ9Vnaewk/s72-c/Grandpa%26Mads_Sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8416110213976332067</id><published>2008-12-29T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:08:06.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holding the grandchildren'/><title type='text'>Grandpa Tom's Favorite Holiday Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SVkRXcxSdoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H8f_Qk8M03E/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274732253574786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SVkRXcxSdoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H8f_Qk8M03E/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SVkRDeUi67I/AAAAAAAAAMI/oJAKoeZY9S0/s1600-h/IMG_1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274389072505778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SVkRDeUi67I/AAAAAAAAAMI/oJAKoeZY9S0/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a couple of months since I posted anything, so I'll start with the most recent pictures and then add some late-November, early-December ones later.  As you can see, I love holding grandchildren and even falling asleep with them.  Cade and Madison are the two youngest; all 7 are here right now so I am getting a good dose of them, and loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8416110213976332067?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8416110213976332067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8416110213976332067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8416110213976332067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8416110213976332067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandpa-toms-favorite-holiday-activity.html' title='Grandpa Tom&apos;s Favorite Holiday Activity'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SVkRXcxSdoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H8f_Qk8M03E/s72-c/IMG_1462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-158621276667313954</id><published>2008-11-15T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:36:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCFR Conference'/><title type='text'>Little Rock, AR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9q0xZ9rEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mNFZBKXvSWw/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269047543894748226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9q0xZ9rEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mNFZBKXvSWw/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9qRF2wSBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/osJ6t9KCFy4/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269046930908923922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9qRF2wSBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/osJ6t9KCFy4/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My view out my hotel window was of the Arkansas River and this baseball park. It really was a very beautiful place. I hadn't known what to expect and was pleasantly surprised with how nice it was. They have developed a very nice "river walk" that I enjoyed.  There are lots of bridges and one of them is for pedestrians only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9pkfPYOXI/AAAAAAAAALw/tPi2doMm4I8/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269046164628978034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9pkfPYOXI/AAAAAAAAALw/tPi2doMm4I8/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the President Bill Clinton Library. It is quite impressive, even if the man himself is less so. It was a very nice short walk from my hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-158621276667313954?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/158621276667313954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=158621276667313954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/158621276667313954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/158621276667313954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-rock-ar.html' title='Little Rock, AR'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SR9q0xZ9rEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mNFZBKXvSWw/s72-c/IMG_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-918925174196830460</id><published>2008-10-11T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:15:57.138-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Fall things in Utah'/><title type='text'>Gardner Village Witches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SPDmrb57wvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rSf4h42Bhf0/s1600-h/Gardner+Village+Flying+Biking+witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255954399040881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SPDmrb57wvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rSf4h42Bhf0/s320/Gardner+Village+Flying+Biking+witch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SPDmjSiM8LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/buGGTP_T8NY/s1600-h/Gardner+Village+Tom-Linda+%26+witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255954259086471346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SPDmjSiM8LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/buGGTP_T8NY/s320/Gardner+Village+Tom-Linda+%26+witch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Tom and I went to Gardner Village in Salt Lake.  Every year in October they decorate with witches everywhere!  A little chilly but none the less a fun adventure.  I think I only spent $6.00!  I need Nicholle with me...she always inspires me...it's almost a waste of gas to drive up there and spend so little! (take note of that very small bag in my hand)  Last year we had our Young grandkids with us...soooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-918925174196830460?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/918925174196830460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=918925174196830460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/918925174196830460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/918925174196830460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/10/gardner-village-witches.html' title='Gardner Village Witches!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SPDmrb57wvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rSf4h42Bhf0/s72-c/Gardner+Village+Flying+Biking+witch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5442844562878711475</id><published>2008-10-02T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:21:41.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real pizzaria pizza at home'/><title type='text'>Gourmet Cooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, we are now gourmet cooks!  Linda made the pizza crust, I cooked it on the grill.  Then we top it with olive oil, salt, pepper, fresh tomatoes from our garden, fresh basil, and fresh mozzerella cheese.  Being empty nesters has its advantages some days. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SOVjXfFWpyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l2ueVcLTgrA/s1600-h/IMG_1342%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252713795529647906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SOVjXfFWpyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l2ueVcLTgrA/s320/IMG_1342%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5442844562878711475?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5442844562878711475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5442844562878711475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5442844562878711475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5442844562878711475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/10/gourmet-cooks.html' title='Gourmet Cooks'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SOVjXfFWpyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l2ueVcLTgrA/s72-c/IMG_1342%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4615763021015174755</id><published>2008-09-14T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:08:19.861-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Saturday at the museums'/><title type='text'>Drawing to an end...fun with grandkids, worn out grandparents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2nECt5kJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/19LiDNA8S38/s1600-h/IMG_1336%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246032828847198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2nECt5kJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/19LiDNA8S38/s320/IMG_1336%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy even dressed up in a period dress and cape.  It was heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2mTqkYflI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F6uX8s4tT2s/s1600-h/IMG_1338%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246031997731110482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2mTqkYflI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F6uX8s4tT2s/s320/IMG_1338%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake liked the guns and "bullets" (artillery shells) from WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2lSUArNGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f7SmXYct56w/s1600-h/IMG_1340%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246030874984264802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2lSUArNGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f7SmXYct56w/s320/IMG_1340%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed going to the museums on Jefferson Barracks. Cade enjoyed climbing on an old cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4615763021015174755?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4615763021015174755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4615763021015174755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4615763021015174755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4615763021015174755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/09/drawing-to-endfun-with-grandkids-worn.html' title='Drawing to an end...fun with grandkids, worn out grandparents!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SM2nECt5kJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/19LiDNA8S38/s72-c/IMG_1336%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-3735843760264272184</id><published>2008-09-10T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:24:09.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday and Wednesday'/><title type='text'>St. Louis, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhxhvsWhlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ipl9OeXYl1I/s1600-h/IMG_1319%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244566590625056338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhxhvsWhlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ipl9OeXYl1I/s320/IMG_1319%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhxI9CV0VI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9GyN2aKT5oo/s1600-h/IMG_1318%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244566164710216018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhxI9CV0VI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9GyN2aKT5oo/s320/IMG_1318%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhws5myXfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5oKrcCLKNGM/s1600-h/IMG_1314%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244565682753002994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhws5myXfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5oKrcCLKNGM/s320/IMG_1314%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhwKgc4Y4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mUoIHAyD-Pg/s1600-h/IMG_1310%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244565091885015938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhwKgc4Y4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mUoIHAyD-Pg/s320/IMG_1310%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhvk6vGIFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YMHbwFqU8J8/s1600-h/IMG_1309%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244564446105706578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhvk6vGIFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YMHbwFqU8J8/s320/IMG_1309%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday we couldn't find jackets for the school kids (Linda was cold), so we did what grandparents do--we went to the mall that evening and bought new ones!  They seem to love them; that is the jacket and sweater Blake and Amy are modeling.  Then today after the bus picked them up, grandma Linda, grandpa Tom, and Cade walked the Jefferson Barracks 2.7 mile trail.  We are just coming in to the final stretch in the picture you see.  Jefferson Barracks is a fun place with all sorts of things to see and do.  After school, Amy and grandma Linda bought Cade his birthday present from us and he seems to really like it--the cool bike he is riding!  Only a couple of crashes....  Then we collected leaves and grandma helped them make wax paper placemats for our dinner.  All in all, a very good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-3735843760264272184?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/3735843760264272184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=3735843760264272184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3735843760264272184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/3735843760264272184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/09/st-louis-part-ii.html' title='St. Louis, Part II'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMhxhvsWhlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ipl9OeXYl1I/s72-c/IMG_1319%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-233883452845130337</id><published>2008-09-08T13:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:55:41.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St Louis with the Holman grandchildren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMWBamLeG0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7-pbMpr1jjk/s1600-h/IMG_1300%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739635068050242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMWBamLeG0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7-pbMpr1jjk/s320/IMG_1300%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMWA2680w3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iKTENQYRPr8/s1600-h/IMG_1297%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739022168474482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMWA2680w3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iKTENQYRPr8/s320/IMG_1297%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to St Louis Saturday, and Jenny left for Ireland on Sunday morning.  After Church, we had a great meal of mashed potatoes and gravy, chicken, salad and ice cream or home-made apple torte.  Yum!  Blake ate 1 1/2 chicken breasts and two big helpings of potatoes and gravy.  We also played Hungry, Hungry, Hippo and then went on a walk where the kids climbed trees (see Amy still up in one), threw  rocks in a culvert (see all three sitting by it), and relaxed.  Cade is so cute and tried to imitate me relaxing (see picture).  Already today Blake and I have been to McDonald's and picked up Home Evening treat at Krispi Kreme Donuts!  It reminded me of going on Saturdays with Matt.  Blake chattered the whole time and loved getting stuff to eat.  What fun for me!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMV_pgPBTiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dnMdMhusreU/s1600-h/IMG_1295%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243737692147109410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMV_pgPBTiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dnMdMhusreU/s320/IMG_1295%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-233883452845130337?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/233883452845130337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=233883452845130337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/233883452845130337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/233883452845130337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/09/st-louis-with-holman-grandchildren.html' title='St Louis with the Holman grandchildren'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SMWBamLeG0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7-pbMpr1jjk/s72-c/IMG_1300%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5006712049936823986</id><published>2008-08-26T17:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:32:56.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really need a chocolate fix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only if you really'/><title type='text'>Little Debbie's Cosmic Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLSRY0wKvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T-dDzf1u0vY/s1600-h/Little+Debbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238972122202291714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLSRY0wKvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T-dDzf1u0vY/s320/Little+Debbies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so Nicholle had issues with me because I dis-ed Little Debbie's Cosmic Brownies without having had a Little Debbie Brownie in a long time. Maybe it was better than I remembered. Maybe the "Cosmic" (with pieces of candy on top) would make a difference. Nope. 280 calories and 20% of daily fat calories and a funky aftertaste. Sorry Nicholle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5006712049936823986?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5006712049936823986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5006712049936823986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5006712049936823986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5006712049936823986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-debbies-cosmic-brownies.html' title='Little Debbie&apos;s Cosmic Brownies'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLSRY0wKvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T-dDzf1u0vY/s72-c/Little+Debbies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4554834051304532496</id><published>2008-08-23T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:13:03.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A fantastic grandparents&apos; vacation'/><title type='text'>Enough about mustaches, let's get back to grandkids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDP_MB7O6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2hEVGRhUK7s/s1600-h/DSC08391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237915051099896738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDP_MB7O6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2hEVGRhUK7s/s320/DSC08391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDPsVS_BwI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZkIHZ9K7I_o/s1600-h/DSCN1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237914727169853186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDPsVS_BwI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZkIHZ9K7I_o/s320/DSCN1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are empty nesters again after a fun, fun, fun summer with our children and grandchildren.  Here are just a few pictures, we have tons more if you want to see them? The kids seemed to love the sandbox, the hammock, making jama pants or wearing batman jammies, eating, acting crazy at the grandparents-grandkids picture (I guess we should have gone to a professional), and making us soooo thankful for each and every one of them! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDO4Fqt_9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/duh0KGXu12g/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237913829621235666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDO4Fqt_9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/duh0KGXu12g/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDOlcoKylI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8fbGxy0mYKg/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237913509367040594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDOlcoKylI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8fbGxy0mYKg/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDORsxylwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qmrmRP6RVhA/s1600-h/DSC08396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237913170104981250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDORsxylwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qmrmRP6RVhA/s320/DSC08396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4554834051304532496?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4554834051304532496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4554834051304532496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4554834051304532496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4554834051304532496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/08/enough-about-mustaches-lets-get-back-to.html' title='Enough about mustaches, let&apos;s get back to grandkids!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SLDP_MB7O6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2hEVGRhUK7s/s72-c/DSC08391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-9160716157945071389</id><published>2008-08-18T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:10:16.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Support of Matt's Mustache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SKo5PiDeihI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hTUQMXd6FxI/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236060455773833746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SKo5PiDeihI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hTUQMXd6FxI/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SKo3RtgnsUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9B2nEBg88Do/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236058294185341250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SKo3RtgnsUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9B2nEBg88Do/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt's sibs and parents wonders why all the uproar about his mustache.  We think mustaches look good on all Holmans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-9160716157945071389?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/9160716157945071389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=9160716157945071389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/9160716157945071389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/9160716157945071389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-support-of-matts-mustache.html' title='In Support of Matt&apos;s Mustache'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SKo5PiDeihI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hTUQMXd6FxI/s72-c/IMG_1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7784222124846723409</id><published>2008-07-13T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:36.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England Trip 2008'/><title type='text'>Sharon (actually S. Royalton), VT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYtHgNyjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RAYbpPM7b34/s1600-h/IMG_0815_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222654618765216306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYtHgNyjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RAYbpPM7b34/s320/IMG_0815_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYUS1agvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-PxuhG166Uo/s1600-h/IMG_0843_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222654192310190834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYUS1agvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-PxuhG166Uo/s320/IMG_0843_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYA5eBuAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vaRVMWbvIOA/s1600-h/IMG_0825_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222653859083696130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYA5eBuAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vaRVMWbvIOA/s320/IMG_0825_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqX2BEVQUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZG95y27L1mw/s1600-h/IMG_0824_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222653672144847170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqX2BEVQUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZG95y27L1mw/s320/IMG_0824_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, we spent most of the day at the birthplace of the Prophet Joseph Smith.  First we attended church and really enjoyed worshipping with the good Saints in the Sharon area, although most of the people in attendance were visitors.  One of the missionary brethren took our pictures in the visitor center and by the momument (38 1/2 feet high, one foot for every year Joseph lived).  We spent a couple of hours just walking on the trail around the site (pictures at home) and decided we'd love serving a mission here.  There are five couples here in the summer, three in the winter.  You are really out in the country (15 miles from a grocery store), but the beauty is extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7784222124846723409?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7784222124846723409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7784222124846723409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7784222124846723409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7784222124846723409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharon-actually-s-royalton-vt.html' title='Sharon (actually S. Royalton), VT'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqYtHgNyjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RAYbpPM7b34/s72-c/IMG_0815_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1965898742676458111</id><published>2008-07-13T17:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:36.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England Trip 2008'/><title type='text'>Maine, Freeport, L.L. Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqVnEeHQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dpUmbI0A5-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0800_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651216336995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqVnEeHQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dpUmbI0A5-Y/s320/IMG_0800_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended our tour of Maine with a day in Freeport, the home of L.L. Bean, our favorite outdoor clothing catalog store.  Notice the pictures from Sharon, VT above and our matching L.L. Bean shirts.  We know you kids will think that is so adorable (translation: you will retch).  We couldn't carry all we bought; so we shipped two bedspreads and pillow cases.  A fun day and really not too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1965898742676458111?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1965898742676458111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1965898742676458111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1965898742676458111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1965898742676458111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/maine-freeport-ll-bean.html' title='Maine, Freeport, L.L. Bean'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqVnEeHQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dpUmbI0A5-Y/s72-c/IMG_0800_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5429672289279769847</id><published>2008-07-13T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:37.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England Trip 2008'/><title type='text'>Phippsburg, "Lizzie Bright &amp; the Buckmeister Boy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqTCZQ5XmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_MfE2WF-Img/s1600-h/IMG_0803_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648387240287842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqTCZQ5XmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_MfE2WF-Img/s320/IMG_0803_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqS3MEC1jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8qqje8z1Iys/s1600-h/IMG_0808_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648194718160434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqS3MEC1jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8qqje8z1Iys/s320/IMG_0808_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqSc8KZNyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-8ATLj9KmfA/s1600-h/IMG_0807_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222647743773226786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqSc8KZNyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-8ATLj9KmfA/s320/IMG_0807_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqRw6KgWWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KjBTA-1OESA/s1600-h/IMG_0805_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646987322579298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqRw6KgWWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KjBTA-1OESA/s320/IMG_0805_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqRiK75HaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_b24KHOrXqE/s1600-h/IMG_0801_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646734126652834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqRiK75HaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_b24KHOrXqE/s320/IMG_0801_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't read "Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy" by Gary Schmidt you should.  Phippsburg is the town it takes place in.  The Church is where the minister's boy faced down the town's powerful to try to save the Blacks on Malaga Island from being driven off.  I took a picture of the island, the lobster traps and the bouys marking the lobster traps off Malaga Island. We talked to the pastor of the Chruch, a really nice guy, and he said he hasn't read the book, but gets people coming by every once and a while.  All in all, Phippsburg is a typical, cute, very small village (no real center of town) and fun to visit.  We also liked the light house out on the bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5429672289279769847?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5429672289279769847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5429672289279769847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5429672289279769847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5429672289279769847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/phippsburg-lizzie-bright-buckmeister.html' title='Phippsburg, &quot;Lizzie Bright &amp; the Buckmeister Boy&quot;'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqTCZQ5XmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_MfE2WF-Img/s72-c/IMG_0803_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4993765345816902176</id><published>2008-07-13T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:39.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England Trip 2008'/><title type='text'>Maine July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOqdoNnSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qU54OdpN-gU/s1600-h/IMG_0798_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643578048453922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOqdoNnSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qU54OdpN-gU/s320/IMG_0798_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOdG8--yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aqY2c2s4lQ/s1600-h/IMG_0795_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643348623260450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOdG8--yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aqY2c2s4lQ/s320/IMG_0795_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOMwsiR9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/N59uGNwD2tY/s1600-h/IMG_0791_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643067770783698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOMwsiR9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/N59uGNwD2tY/s320/IMG_0791_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqN7ginQsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kIoiS_yWP-M/s1600-h/IMG_0788_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222642771376423618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqN7ginQsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kIoiS_yWP-M/s320/IMG_0788_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqNu1UWqXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bEMIeGSlCB0/s1600-h/IMG_0787_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222642553615460722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqNu1UWqXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bEMIeGSlCB0/s320/IMG_0787_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started our New England holiday in Maine.  One of our favorite places was Ogunquit with a beautiful mile long trail along the Atlantic shore. The bridge I am on is the only pedestrian drawbridge in the world (so they say).  Note Linda standing in the Atlantic--it was hard to get her in the water!  Weather was perfect, not many other people, and we were just overcome with the beauty of the land and the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4993765345816902176?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4993765345816902176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4993765345816902176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4993765345816902176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4993765345816902176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/maine-july-2008.html' title='Maine July 2008'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SHqOqdoNnSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qU54OdpN-gU/s72-c/IMG_0798_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7395377748011396816</id><published>2008-07-04T19:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:39.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 4th'/><title type='text'>Our 4th of July--older Holman's style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7SDef4pkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LBx7GwvhpFM/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219339975337223746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7SDef4pkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LBx7GwvhpFM/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7R7NMqjEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KkaqgLJjqb8/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219339833254251586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7R7NMqjEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KkaqgLJjqb8/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 4th was dull by most people's standards, but we had fun.  First, on the 3rd (to avoid the crowds) Linda, my parents and I went up Provo Canyon to Nunn's Park and cooked and ate a great breakfast--scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, toast, and drink.  It tasted absolutely great!  Then today we attended the big Provo Freedom Festival Parade.  I forgot to take a camera--sorry.  But it was very fun; great floats, bands (if overdressed for the weather--see previous blog post), balloons, horses, etc.  Then early this evening, Linda prepared a great outdoor meal.  Hamburgers, a new and tasty corn salsa, corn chips, and a new Italian ricotta (?sp?) cheesecake that was very good!  Josh, Kristy (?sp?), Logan, Kristen (?sp?), mom, dad, Jane, Linda, and I enjoyed the meal in our beautiful backyard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next post:  New England!  We leave for Providence RI on next Wednesday.  Bet you can hardly wait to see our pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7395377748011396816?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7395377748011396816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7395377748011396816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7395377748011396816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7395377748011396816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-4th-of-july-older-holmans-style.html' title='Our 4th of July--older Holman&apos;s style'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7SDef4pkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LBx7GwvhpFM/s72-c/IMG_0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-362780067057444525</id><published>2008-07-04T19:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:39.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best of Lovell'/><title type='text'>Lovell Parade!  Linda is a Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7Qel8C3JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7MJSiNBAInM/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219338242167594130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7Qel8C3JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7MJSiNBAInM/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7QR8JzsEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MD25nmuSv3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219338024792600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7QR8JzsEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MD25nmuSv3Y/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7QFVH2UbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e96Z2n40v2E/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219337808156971442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7QFVH2UbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e96Z2n40v2E/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovell parade was a big part of our trip to Lovell, Wyoming.  It was Linda's 40th high school reunion and as you can see, she was the star of her class, standing for our picture.  I included the "real" tree expert for Logan to see; the fire fighting guy.  Note that the Lovell High School band had the good sense to pput the band members in shorts and shirts, unlike the Utah bands we saw in the July 4th parade today in full, heavy uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-362780067057444525?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/362780067057444525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=362780067057444525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/362780067057444525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/362780067057444525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovell-parade-linda-is-star.html' title='Lovell Parade!  Linda is a Star!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7Qel8C3JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7MJSiNBAInM/s72-c/IMG_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5250528234710494152</id><published>2008-07-04T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:40.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning Out Grad and Gram&apos;s home'/><title type='text'>Moving Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7N_NGcuKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7svzWZcyzoU/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219335503901145250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7N_NGcuKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7svzWZcyzoU/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7N0A6o7II/AAAAAAAAAEc/jg_0yA_Psz8/s1600-h/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219335311651826818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7N0A6o7II/AAAAAAAAAEc/jg_0yA_Psz8/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7NrdYrnxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MzH8VI2X6fw/s1600-h/IMG_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219335164675202834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7NrdYrnxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MzH8VI2X6fw/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start at the bottom and you see the process.  Linda went through everything in every drawer, closet, corner, etc. and decided what to do.  We ended up taking about 7-8 pickup loads to the "burn pile" where the old pig house used to be and then burned it.  We also took 2-3 loads to the dump of unburnable things.  One load had 800 lbs. of old canned good and bottled goods Linda and I pulled out of the basement.  The house looks great but it was hard to part with much of the stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5250528234710494152?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5250528234710494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5250528234710494152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5250528234710494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5250528234710494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-memories.html' title='Moving Memories'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SG7N_NGcuKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7svzWZcyzoU/s72-c/IMG_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-7607472461028122286</id><published>2008-06-16T16:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:40.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>Father's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbkhc28eXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZMVwRcUOIL4/s1600-h/IMG_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212604882061392242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbkhc28eXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZMVwRcUOIL4/s320/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really surprised to get a Father's Day gift from my children. They gave me an iPod nano with a holder thing to put on my arm when I go hiking! Isn't that cool! Now I just have to upload some 3 Dog Night, Simon &amp;amp; Garfunckle, Beatles, Herman's Hermits, Beach Boys, etc. Great 60s music. I've got great kids (and a great wife who gave them the idea I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-7607472461028122286?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/7607472461028122286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=7607472461028122286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7607472461028122286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/7607472461028122286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-gift.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbkhc28eXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZMVwRcUOIL4/s72-c/IMG_0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-6993922930858822060</id><published>2008-06-16T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:41.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbidPueaZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dcytT7LM6NI/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212602610793474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbidPueaZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dcytT7LM6NI/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbiJ9sv4DI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kSYjj5PSwQw/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212602279536877618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbiJ9sv4DI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kSYjj5PSwQw/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you know, yesterday was Fathers Day.   A few days before I asked Tom what he wanted for his "special dinner".  He knew exactly what would please him and his father---steak, baked potatoes and apple pie.  That was great...I didn't have to make any food decisions.  Josh and Logan had also invited friends, bringing the number up to 14 for dinner.   On Friday I priced steaks-WOW!  Then Saturday came and Tom and I stopped at a quilt store and I found exactly what I wanted for my room.  There came the BIG decision....steak for Tom, quilt for me.  Check out the quilt!   It was worth it.  I figured the pleasure of the steak would of only lasted for a couple of hours and the quilt would make us happier a lot longer.  Tom agreed...I chose a good man to be the father of my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-6993922930858822060?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/6993922930858822060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=6993922930858822060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6993922930858822060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6993922930858822060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions, decisions'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbidPueaZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dcytT7LM6NI/s72-c/IMG_0742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4984851393794856204</id><published>2008-06-16T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:42.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbe8lazwfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kAzSXST7_Wo/s1600-h/IMG_0735_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212598751146000882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbe8lazwfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kAzSXST7_Wo/s320/IMG_0735_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbeoELtToI/AAAAAAAAADs/HHdlZEss72c/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212598398626909826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbeoELtToI/AAAAAAAAADs/HHdlZEss72c/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbeXrZCtRI/AAAAAAAAADk/K7hSki0hpYk/s1600-h/IMG_0736_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212598117094044946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbeXrZCtRI/AAAAAAAAADk/K7hSki0hpYk/s320/IMG_0736_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About once a month we drive up to Salt Lake to see Ty.  We always go out to lunch and then we often go do something if we have time.  Last Saturday we went to Squatters Pub and had a very good meal.  Then we went to the Farmer's Market at Pioneer Park.  If you know Pioneer Park, it has been a place for the homeless and alcoholic.  SLC is trying to rehabilitate it and the market is a giant step.  It was fun.  We like trying new places so Ty searches places to eat.  We have eaten at some great places among them a Tibetian restaurant  in the Avenues, In Irish pub, a Viennese place with great German food, Ruth's Diner up one of the canyons with pictures of Ruth (always smoking) on the wall, etc.  We have also eaten at questionable places like Incantations, a Peruivan place where Linda wouldn't even order anything--she was the smart one.  Ty and I got "food" that was gross.  I got major sick when Ty and I ate at a Scottish restaurant.  Next time up, it was out of business.  There was the Guatamalan place where hoofs of some animal in the soup Ty got.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4984851393794856204?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4984851393794856204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4984851393794856204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4984851393794856204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4984851393794856204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-with-ty.html' title='Fun with Ty'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SFbe8lazwfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kAzSXST7_Wo/s72-c/IMG_0735_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4398357580420202072</id><published>2008-06-10T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:42.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Festival to miss'/><title type='text'>What you'll see in small Utah towns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SE8acM8E-lI/AAAAAAAAADc/YJl8T9naBvc/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210412365702822482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SE8acM8E-lI/AAAAAAAAADc/YJl8T9naBvc/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We recently went to Star Valley in Wyoming to visit Jenny and the kids who were visiting her sister and family on the way to Oregon.  We had so much fun with the grandkids and the Draney kids, we forgot to take pictures But on the way back, we saw something we just had to have a picture of.  Just outside Woodwuff, UT we saw this sign.  I'm not sure we should post this on our G rated website, but Grandma Linda insists (I'm going to blame her anyway).  We were actually there during the festival days and thought of stopping but didn't have the stomach to do so--we did see some women holding crock pots heading for the senior center, but we weren't sure we wanted to eat what they were cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4398357580420202072?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4398357580420202072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4398357580420202072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4398357580420202072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4398357580420202072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-youll-see-in-small-utah-towns.html' title='What you&apos;ll see in small Utah towns!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SE8acM8E-lI/AAAAAAAAADc/YJl8T9naBvc/s72-c/IMG_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-6588262203970545433</id><published>2008-06-07T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:43.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hike #2'/><title type='text'>Battle Creek Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtR4LcMCbI/AAAAAAAAADU/33tWixz8V2U/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209347419569654194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtR4LcMCbI/AAAAAAAAADU/33tWixz8V2U/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtRb2fk4NI/AAAAAAAAADM/X_zqvECgxFo/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209346932910383314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtRb2fk4NI/AAAAAAAAADM/X_zqvECgxFo/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtRKXw90-I/AAAAAAAAADE/BY7RnVXbZ8E/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209346632604046306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtRKXw90-I/AAAAAAAAADE/BY7RnVXbZ8E/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtQwI0ELEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RwnXG6AHV0A/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209346181913914434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtQwI0ELEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RwnXG6AHV0A/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtQbfCs82I/AAAAAAAAAC0/syEUl21g1dQ/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209345827103634274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtQbfCs82I/AAAAAAAAAC0/syEUl21g1dQ/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is hike #2. It starts at the top of Battle Creek Drive (200 S) in Pleasant Grove, UT. It is about a 1.8 mile hike and is fairly easy with just a few steep places; lots of families with young children were there and the kids did okay, so maybe some grandkids would like to go?? This trip I took along my new trekking poles and they were fun and very useful. They give better balance and supposedly cut down on wear and tear on the knees. I only saw one person making fun of me. But who cares. I'm now saving up from a little extra job I took reviewing a new textbook to buy a GPS devise so I can start geocaching. What is geocaching? First grandchild to call or email me the answer gets a prize. I'll get it down so anyone who wants can go with me and have fun finding buried treasure. In fact, I wonder if that was buried treasure I saw in the back of the cave you see in this set of pictures? We'll have to check it out when all the Grandkids are here (I'm going to get someone to go with me on these hikes one way or another. Linda only likes asphalt or dirt trails, not ones with rocks and skree on them). What is skree? Look it up. First grandchild to call or email me with the answer gets a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-6588262203970545433?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/6588262203970545433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=6588262203970545433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6588262203970545433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6588262203970545433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/battle-creek-falls.html' title='Battle Creek Falls'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtR4LcMCbI/AAAAAAAAADU/33tWixz8V2U/s72-c/IMG_0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-23154472671464174</id><published>2008-06-07T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:44.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Tom's Hikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOr66xtZI/AAAAAAAAACs/_El0TeOVtN8/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343910441235858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOr66xtZI/AAAAAAAAACs/_El0TeOVtN8/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOaSQNWDI/AAAAAAAAACk/_RA8rlVVi0w/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343607467497522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOaSQNWDI/AAAAAAAAACk/_RA8rlVVi0w/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOKN5QDKI/AAAAAAAAACc/4LdzSvtVniE/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343331419557026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOKN5QDKI/AAAAAAAAACc/4LdzSvtVniE/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtNxmOCJ3I/AAAAAAAAACU/1oC1B5rlQ9E/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209342908452448114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtNxmOCJ3I/AAAAAAAAACU/1oC1B5rlQ9E/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Spring and Summer I say I am going to hike and maybe even backpack, but am lucky to get one or two hikes in.  Well, this year I am really going to do it!  So I started this Spring with some short, local hikes to get me started.  These are shots from that hike; just up to Bridal Veil Falls in Provo Canyon.  I did this in May when we finally had a nice day.  I hope the grandkids remember this spot--we had a lot of fun there last summer.  We can do it again if you want when you all get here in July.  Notice how the Provo River is running fast.  We had a good, wet winter so we have lots of water this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-23154472671464174?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/23154472671464174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=23154472671464174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/23154472671464174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/23154472671464174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandpa-toms-hikes.html' title='Grandpa Tom&apos;s Hikes'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtOr66xtZI/AAAAAAAAACs/_El0TeOVtN8/s72-c/IMG_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-5440548639856692708</id><published>2008-06-07T20:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:45.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d be convicted.'/><title type='text'>There is Evidence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtK3YXWDWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Oyhd-L06828/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209339709277736290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtK3YXWDWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Oyhd-L06828/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtKmCpyusI/AAAAAAAAACE/J-h7VdOwuIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209339411391756994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtKmCpyusI/AAAAAAAAACE/J-h7VdOwuIQ/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the stop sign I ran into in front of Kohls?  Here is a picture of it; notice how it leans a bit to the left--that is from my right front bumper hitting it. The next picture is the bottom of the sign with the spot of white paint from my car.  I'd be dead if CSI was looking for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-5440548639856692708?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/5440548639856692708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=5440548639856692708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5440548639856692708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/5440548639856692708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-evidence.html' title='There is Evidence!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SEtK3YXWDWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Oyhd-L06828/s72-c/IMG_0691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-8685596252174797537</id><published>2008-04-13T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:45.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kickball Game'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzxBxmzcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iI7KI-BR6y8/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188907375555694018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzxBxmzcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iI7KI-BR6y8/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzixxmzbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VI07flDpEgU/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188907130742558130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzixxmzbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VI07flDpEgU/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzDBxmzaI/AAAAAAAAABs/pZROl1Yb6kw/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188906585281711522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzDBxmzaI/AAAAAAAAABs/pZROl1Yb6kw/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day. Fifteen people came to dinner including G&amp;amp;G Holman, Aunt Jane, Nicholle and her children, Josh and Kristi, Logan, Brigham, Evan, Chris and Kristen. After a great meal of pork roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, esparagus, corn, rolls, and three types of dessert bars or cookies. After the meal the Young kids and the other young adults played a game of kickball in the front yard. They had fun and it was fun to watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is Josh on the ground after Kristen--also on the ground--got him out.  You can also see the "girls' team coming in after getting the boys out.  Also Amanda getting ready to kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-8685596252174797537?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/8685596252174797537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=8685596252174797537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8685596252174797537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/8685596252174797537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-afternoon-game.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Game'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKzxBxmzcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iI7KI-BR6y8/s72-c/IMG_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1625242761111703559</id><published>2008-04-13T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:45.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our poor Corolla'/><title type='text'>I'm not old, I'm just unlucky!</title><content type='html'>Here is our Corolla.  I was heading to the Stake Center to do recommends.  I tried turning on a yellow light when it looked like no one was coming.  But someone was coming and she evidently didn't see me because she never applied her brakes.  No one was hurt, but this is my third thing in about 2 months.  I got picked up for speeding (9 miles over) going home from BYU, and then I kind of hit this stop sign in the crosswalk at Kohls.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKwOxxmzZI/AAAAAAAAABk/8eLOMKBt3lk/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188903488610291090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKwOxxmzZI/AAAAAAAAABk/8eLOMKBt3lk/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1625242761111703559?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1625242761111703559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1625242761111703559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1625242761111703559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1625242761111703559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-old-im-just-unlucky.html' title='I&apos;m not old, I&apos;m just unlucky!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SAKwOxxmzZI/AAAAAAAAABk/8eLOMKBt3lk/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-953402693185071187</id><published>2008-03-15T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:46.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geneva Nicholls'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Geneva Nicholls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wVnrl6hFI/AAAAAAAAABc/r78OZE9mETk/s1600-h/Img0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178037443030058066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wVnrl6hFI/AAAAAAAAABc/r78OZE9mETk/s320/Img0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geneva Tippetts Nicholls died about 8 p.m. March 14, 2008. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wTPbl6hEI/AAAAAAAAABU/9FiW51GFGKg/s1600-h/DSCN0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178034827394974786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wTPbl6hEI/AAAAAAAAABU/9FiW51GFGKg/s320/DSCN0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wSlrl6hDI/AAAAAAAAABM/5lREIjOJVhA/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178034110135436338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wSlrl6hDI/AAAAAAAAABM/5lREIjOJVhA/s320/DSCN0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-953402693185071187?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/953402693185071187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=953402693185071187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/953402693185071187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/953402693185071187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of-geneva-nicholls.html' title='In Memory of Geneva Nicholls'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R9wVnrl6hFI/AAAAAAAAABc/r78OZE9mETk/s72-c/Img0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-6359823542839077475</id><published>2008-03-02T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:47.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Trip to Ogden'/><title type='text'>Union Station in Ogden</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173291305070687090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s5CF5a83I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6vKGvCQrjZw/s320/unionstationimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s5MF5a84I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aDfNmh3n7pY/s1600-h/galleryposterfebruary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173291476869378946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s5MF5a84I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aDfNmh3n7pY/s320/galleryposterfebruary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173293212036166562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s6xF5a86I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CWEoyAVEo8E/s320/Davis+High.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173293581403354050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="21" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s7Gl5a88I/AAAAAAAAABE/kxwiTKNazhI/s320/homeofdarts.gif" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173293392424793010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s67l5a87I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aAU5GonuuhE/s320/DHSLOGO%2520clear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda and I started doing day-trips within a few hours drive of home last year. We have been to Mt Pleasant, Fountain Green, Vernal, Toole, Grantsville, Mercer, Ophir, Kamus, and several other small but fun places to visit. Our most recent was to go to Ogden, UT where I lived for 6 month and did one semester as a 7th grader at Mt Ogden Junior High. Here are pictures of where we visited--The Union Station. The old railroad station which is now the home of an Art Gallery and a couple of museums. We really enjoyed the art museum and included a few of the pictures here. We also stopped in Kaysville where I lived for high school. Go Darts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-6359823542839077475?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/6359823542839077475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=6359823542839077475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6359823542839077475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/6359823542839077475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/03/union-station-in-ogden.html' title='Union Station in Ogden'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R8s5CF5a83I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6vKGvCQrjZw/s72-c/unionstationimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-4256384018889592938</id><published>2008-02-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:47.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Grandpa Tom's favorite picture from Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R74dIJbaRDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ku6nb4HSaLY/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169601448074953778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R74dIJbaRDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ku6nb4HSaLY/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-4256384018889592938?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/4256384018889592938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=4256384018889592938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4256384018889592938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/4256384018889592938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandpa-toms-favorite-picture-from.html' title='Grandpa Tom&apos;s favorite picture from Summer 2007'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R74dIJbaRDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ku6nb4HSaLY/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-2367732870884734415</id><published>2008-02-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:00:47.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R6-ZDpbaRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9rWFVlX1zbI/s1600-h/Img0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165515585556726818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R6-ZDpbaRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9rWFVlX1zbI/s320/Img0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I hijacked the parents blog so that I could be in the first picture on their blog. Please to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-2367732870884734415?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/2367732870884734415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=2367732870884734415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2367732870884734415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/2367732870884734415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-hijacked-parents-blog-so-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/R6-ZDpbaRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9rWFVlX1zbI/s72-c/Img0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437491489502375395.post-1089673143432964784</id><published>2008-02-09T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:36:51.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are blogging!</title><content type='html'>Yes, mom and pops Holman are blogging now.  Our kids can't have all the fun.  If you think our kids' blogs are cool, funny, insightful, or whatever, just wait until you see what a couple of 60-somthings (okay, so pops is the only 60-something) can do.  As soon as I figure out how to download or upload or whateverload pictures, the fun starts.  Pops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437491489502375395-1089673143432964784?l=mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/feeds/1089673143432964784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437491489502375395&amp;postID=1089673143432964784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1089673143432964784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437491489502375395/posts/default/1089673143432964784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-pops-holman.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-blogging.html' title='We are blogging!'/><author><name>Pops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271174155554312087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnG5cO8IrwA/SY5ZEZAmBiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/isMNL-JQ708/S220/IMG_0085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
