<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738</id><updated>2010-04-30T20:04:35.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ShriverFindley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/default.asp'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>629</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-4295651384371527452</id><published>2010-04-30T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:04:35.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Post</title><content type='html'>Making some changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-4295651384371527452?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/4295651384371527452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=4295651384371527452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4295651384371527452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4295651384371527452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2010/04/test-post.asp' title='Test Post'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-1617367089560148479</id><published>2010-01-02T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:59:31.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Year in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Spent most of today in my jammies working on this. I learned a few things while reviewing these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We did a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. My kids are getting big.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to take more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will take more pictures with our new camera.&lt;br /&gt;5. We are extremely lucky and grateful for a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the new camera show up in the Thanksgiving pics. Total improvement from the iPhone! Looking forward to next year with better quality shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is "Lullaby" by the Dixie Chicks. Seemed ever so appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cU-Y9YhmJ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cU-Y9YhmJ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-1617367089560148479?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/1617367089560148479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=1617367089560148479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/1617367089560148479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/1617367089560148479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2010/01/2009-year-in-pictures.asp' title='2009 Year in Pictures'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-2998977637874511899</id><published>2009-08-25T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:54:11.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Vacation</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we took all three kids up to Lutsen. You can see some pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kfindley/sets/72157622009520341/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Pat and I decided a few weeks ago that we should do some sort of family vacation before school starts. We knew a long weekend was our best option because of work schedules, and we knew this would be a car trip. Once flight is ruled out, I'm pretty much set on the North Shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory that because I grew up in Duluth, next to Lake Superior, I don't feel comfortable unless I have a body of water nearby. When I first moved to Minneapolis I would make fun of these people and their so-called lakes. I mean, c'mon - they are really more pond-like. Our house in South Minneapolis was very close to two of those ponds, and my apartments before that were also within walking distance of some really nice trails. Our current house is near water, but it's not immediately accessible - or at least I haven't found the path yet. Maybe that's why the Shore was calling my name. I needed to refuel and get my water time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got 2 and a half days on the Shore of my favorite Great Lake, but it was fabulous. The weather was perfect - sunny but still comfortable with a sweatshirt. (Chilly weather makes me so happy!) The kids tried very hard to put all the shoreline rocks back in the late. They tried from at least 4 different locations. Don't worry - they didn't succeed. Still plenty for everyone. We ate fantastic pizza at Sven and Ole's in Grand Marais, and we even worked in a few hikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home late Sunday after dealing with the traffic, but I felt great. I felt like I had spent some time with an old friend and we were all caught up. The kids are already talking about going back. Jake says next week. I'm thinking it will be next summer, but we definitely need to go back and spend time with a real lake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-2998977637874511899?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/2998977637874511899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=2998977637874511899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/2998977637874511899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/2998977637874511899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/08/weekend-vacation.asp' title='Weekend Vacation'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-1669582282827330777</id><published>2009-08-05T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:26:24.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedules</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing here a lot lately because I spend most of my time on Facebook and Twitter. As we've all heard, there are a lot of channels out there to keep updated. I do like the fact that on FB and Twitter I know who is reading, and they are more apt to reply/engage in conversation. I only have a vague idea of who reads this blog - I can see how many visits I get from where in the world, but that's about it. Turns out, however, that there are a few people who actually enjoy reading my randomness. One of them even told my mom she misses my posts (Hi, Marsha!) - isn't that just the nicest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to re-introduce myself to my blog, it seems appropriate that I write about what's been keeping me from writing. Simply put: over-scheduled days. More specifically, the schedule we maintain for the kids. July was an absolutely crazy month with TBall Mondays and Wednesdays and then swimming Tuesdays and Thursday. We were all completely exhausted by Friday. We chose this sort of schedule knowing it was for only a month. Pat and I wanted Abby to try TBall and we wanted both of them to try a new swim school. We figured we could trade a crazy July for a calmer August. It worked out fine - Abby loved TBall and they both made incredible improvements in their swimming. And the summer days always make me feel like I have more time. More so than in winter when I tend to be hibernating by 6pm every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Pat and I sat down to plan the fall schedules. Jake is now old enough to participate in group sports, so he'll have his intro to soccer on Sundays. Abby will be playing Mondays and Thursdays. And then we'll have swimming again on Tuesdays. I'm hesitant to schedule so much, but soccer is only for 6 weeks, so we won't be doubled up for long. It's a tough call parents have to make these days. We want to expose our kids to everything so that they can find something they really like. But with full days in daycare and mom &amp;amp; dad at work, it gets to be a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scheduling issue is something I think about often. I want my kids to try everything, and I want them to be active. I do wonder how things will change as they get older. I have noticed that there are options earlier in the day. Maybe better for them, but how do working parents handle it? Will we get to the point when we need help? If so, who will help? I'm not sure what we'll be doing in 3 years, but for now my approach is 2 activities max and we'll stop at any time if either kid seems overwhelmed. And we'll take it all a season at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-1669582282827330777?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/1669582282827330777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=1669582282827330777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/1669582282827330777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/1669582282827330777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/08/schedules.asp' title='Schedules'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-2275389792326375176</id><published>2009-07-07T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:35:11.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Channels to Keep Updated</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking I should just turn my blog into a Twitter/Facebook/Flickr mashup. I never seem to have anything to say here. Just way too many characters to deal with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-2275389792326375176?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/2275389792326375176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=2275389792326375176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/2275389792326375176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/2275389792326375176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/07/too-many-channels-to-keep-updated.asp' title='Too Many Channels to Keep Updated'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-3115847366850137403</id><published>2009-05-15T13:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:40:41.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Sioux</title><content type='html'>There's been an ongoing controversy about the University of North Dakota's nickname - the Fighting Sioux. Yesterday, the &lt;a href="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2009/05/14/fightingsioux_vote/"&gt;North Dakota Board of Higher Education voted&lt;/a&gt; to set an Oct. 1 deadline to stop using the name. The president of the board said this issue has been a distraction for too long. Has it ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother attended UND. I was only 13 or so when he graduated. I never thought much about the nickname. Growing up in Duluth, I was a huge UMD hockey fan - the Bulldogs. I really didn't like the Sioux during those years because they were better than the 'Dogs and usually had a winning record against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do remember specifically from those games was the fact that the crowd would change the last word of the national anthem to "Sioux." So... "land of the free, and the home of the Sioux." One might think that after 9/11 this tradition would be frowned upon, but they still do it at every game. (Even if they are the visiting team which just bothered me in a practical sense.)  I consider myself patriotic, but not crazy about it. I learned how to properly fold a flag and I would never let it touch the ground. I hate seeing a torn flag waving in the breeze, but I don't freak out if someone uses flag burning in a demonstration. The fact that a lot of people who would want to ban flag burning are the same people yelling "Sioux" at the end of the anthem has always bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.minnesota.publicradio.org/features/200110/05_gundersond_arena-m/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UND got a new hockey arena in 2001&lt;/a&gt;. It was a big deal. Hockey is a big deal in Grand Forks. Probably because the weather supports it 10 months out of the year, and there isn't much else to do. I went to the first game at the arena. My dad was on the board of the Hockey Hall of Fame then. It was a fundraiser for them. I think the Sioux played the Gophers, but I really can't remember. I hold a very vivid picture, however, of the arena itself. It reminded me of a mini Excel center. Same format for seating, same lighting around the inside ring. I didn't see the locker rooms, but apparently the "backstage" of the place was the most amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arena was built by Ralph Engelstad. He died a few years ago, but he was on the ice that opening night in an old shirt and dirty tennis shoes. Not particularly concerned with fashion, he was very passionate about UND. As I remember it, he tried to walk on as a goalie, but was never really successful. When he became wealthy in the casino business, he decided to give back to the school by financing this arena. He built it off-campus so that they could serve beer and so that a foundation could run it instead of the university itself. He also demanded that thousands of Sioux logos be built into every piece of the structure. The floor, the pillars, the bathroom walls - there are Sioux logos everywhere! Ralph didn't do this for aesthetics. He did it because the argument over the logo was hot even then &amp;amp; he wanted to make someone work really hard and pay a lot of money to remove that logo from his building should it ever come to that. His money paid for the arena so he could dictate every single one of those logos, but the feeling inside that space made me sick. Every logo carved into marble was put there out of spite. Ralph didn't think there was a reason to drop the logo - the Indian nations were over-reacting. And he was going to use the power of his cash to show them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite argument for this has been, "Well, I'm Norwegian, should I be offended by the Vikings?" My answer is yes! Yes if you consider the Viking profile sacred and would truly be hurt by people walking across an image of it, then you should be mad as hell! But I suspect you aren't. I suspect you aren't mad because the Viking is really not a symbol of a sacred culture that has been stampeded, killed and abused for centuries (at least not by the dominant culture in this country). The comparison is not a valid one because there aren't Norwegians who truly feel racism in the logo of our pro football team. If there are, then they need to get organized and make themselves a little louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit Lake nation has decided to support the use of the Sioux logo. The Standing Rock tribe has said no, and says they won't change their position before the Oct. 1 deadline. I completely back both of these decisions because they were made by the people who are invested. Honestly, I hope the Standing Rock tribe doesn't back down. The fact that we've been having this conversation for more than 10 years proves that there's something to it. If there weren't, it would be another Vikings situation. But because there is something wrong with the image of the Sioux logo, the conversation has continued. There is a minority society that has made themselves heard and steadfastly protested the use of their image. We've heard them and ignored them. But, I'd like to think that in 2009 we could recognize how our treatment perpetuates hatred and racism. There's no place for the Ralph Engelstad attitude. We've come further than that and we are better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-3115847366850137403?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/3115847366850137403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=3115847366850137403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/3115847366850137403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/3115847366850137403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/05/fighting-sioux.asp' title='Fighting Sioux'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-397165548648668333</id><published>2009-03-25T19:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:18:54.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Tweets</title><content type='html'>I follow a lot of different people on Twitter. (If you don't know what Twitter is, you may want to read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twitter"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; before going any further). I read posts from different types of people from different worlds that interest me - interactive, marketing, business, celebrity and parenting are some of my favorite topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Twitterers are still in the minority. It's become a very popular tool for many "web geeks" out there, but it's definitely not mainstream. I even had a discussion at work today on whether or not Twitter is valuable - and I work with web geeks! What draws me to Twitter (or Facebook for that matter) are the connections. We all know how Facebook is connecting people all the time &amp;amp; helping us all find those long-lost boyfriends. Twitter is similar, but it allows me to find new people and create new connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow a very smart and talented woman named Ms. Rezai (http://twitter.com/ms_rezai). She lives here in Minneapolis and also works with web geeks, but we have never met in person. I started following her based on a recommendation. Her company has done work for my old company, I worked with her boss years and years ago, and we share many friends. The truth is that the Mpls interactive community is really quite small - rarely does anyone get past 2 degrees of separation. Ms. Rezai has a new baby and a 5 year old. So as you can see - web, kids - we have a few things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Ms. Rezai posted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;?s I am being asked: 'What if the world was all monkeys? What if the world was made of chocolate?' Can I go back to work? I know more there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; My first reading of this made me laugh out loud (her 5 yr. old comes up with some great comments!). A few days later I went back to find the post and mark it as a "favorite" so that I could easily find it again. Today I quoted this post while discussing working moms. I've always thought being a stay-at-home mom would be the hardest job in the world. I know I'm just not cut out for it. This short snippet from another mom's life captured an emotion I feel quite often. And it did so in less than 140 characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two separate conversations today pulled it into focus for me. This is why I tweet. This is why I check Facebook regularly. This is why I love social media. Reading this thought from another mom not only made me laugh, it validated my working-mom feelings which, let's just admit, can include a whole lot of guilt. I'll meet Ms. Rezai in person eventually I am sure, but just knowing she - and many moms like her - are out there makes me feel good. I like knowing they are just a few clicks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-397165548648668333?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/397165548648668333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=397165548648668333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/397165548648668333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/397165548648668333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/03/mom-tweets.asp' title='Mom Tweets'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-4323325721327287833</id><published>2009-03-02T18:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:28:02.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Cancun</title><content type='html'>We landed in Cancun last night just as the sun was setting. The first thing we noticed - it was a little chilly! The wind was blowing something fierce, and the temp was in the 60's. Still felt fabulous for us, but we laughed when we saw the airport staff actually shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was warmer, but the wind was still working overtime. We spent some time on our private balcony - SPF 50 applied generously! We also went for a long walk down the street - felt a lot like Vegas. Just one hotel after another. A few of them are closed - still repairing damage from Hurricane Wilma, we assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from our balcony - looking out over the pool.  And then Pat went out to surf the waves a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is more of the same. Sun. Relax. Eat. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5907-775116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5907-774720.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5911-775634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5911-775211.JPG" alt="" 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/5292738-4323325721327287833?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/4323325721327287833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=4323325721327287833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4323325721327287833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4323325721327287833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/03/enjoying-cancun.asp' title='Enjoying Cancun'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-5483888138589032968</id><published>2009-02-03T20:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:15:51.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please watch this Ellen clip</title><content type='html'>It will make you laugh. Out loud. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-5483888138589032968?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/5483888138589032968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=5483888138589032968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/5483888138589032968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/5483888138589032968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/02/please-watch-this-ellen-clip.asp' title='Please watch this Ellen clip'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-7425495883536345815</id><published>2009-01-19T16:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:47:25.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>This is a perfect story for the mood of the country right now. I hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBtFTF2ii7U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBtFTF2ii7U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was tipped off to this video over at &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;www.dooce.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-7425495883536345815?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/7425495883536345815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=7425495883536345815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/7425495883536345815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/7425495883536345815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/01/best-friends.asp' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-6459839886223295219</id><published>2009-01-16T15:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:37:19.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's that cold here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzr5VB04ZXc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzr5VB04ZXc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-6459839886223295219?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/6459839886223295219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=6459839886223295219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/6459839886223295219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/6459839886223295219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/01/yes-its-that-cold-here.asp' title='Yes, it&apos;s that cold here.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-2696601068140140305</id><published>2009-01-02T14:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:22:50.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Out 2008</title><content type='html'>I didn't waste all of my vacation time this week. I put together a few photos from last year to help commemorate all of the goodness in our lives. In 2008 we saw Abby's first lost tooth and her first day at school. Rachel and her dad drove to D.C. and met Senator Klobuchar. Jake collected a jersey from every sports team possible and took his first swimming and skating lessons. We also played tourists in Duluth and enjoyed the Watercade parade in Litchfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shall not forget that 2008 brought us a new president (Woo hoo!) and a new puppy (so cute!). OK the puppy belongs to Grandma and Papa, but they share nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you recognize the music it's possible you were at our wedding 10 years ago. The group is Pig's Eye Landing and the song is Lady Anne's Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdzh6jpENho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdzh6jpENho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-2696601068140140305?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/2696601068140140305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=2696601068140140305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/2696601068140140305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/2696601068140140305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2009/01/closing-out-2008.asp' title='Closing Out 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-248929977024867080</id><published>2008-12-30T18:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:04:14.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter the Certified Ski Instructor</title><content type='html'>After years of hard (well, maybe not too hard) work, Rachel passed her Professional Ski Instructors of America Level One exam.  This means that Rachel is now a certified ski instructor at the basic level.  Although Rachel wouldn't make a big deal about it, she may be one of the youngest Level One instructors in the area, and most of the people at qualifications earlier this month were adults.  Here's a picture of Rachel getting her ski instructor pin - Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/Rachel---Level-One---12.7.08-716340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/Rachel---Level-One---12.7.08-716331.jpg" alt="" 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/5292738-248929977024867080?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/248929977024867080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=248929977024867080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/248929977024867080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/248929977024867080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/12/my-daughter-certified-ski-instructor.asp' title='My Daughter the Certified Ski Instructor'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05001030744987542426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07759189007624035364'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-4143829956579896763</id><published>2008-12-19T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:08:26.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Annie</title><content type='html'>If you are at all like me and find yourself worrying more about Toto in the Wizard of Oz than the humans, &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/4vkqkq"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; will break your heart. Annie is still fighting, though. And if you can, &lt;a href="http://www.ragom.org/index.cgi/Donations/index"&gt;donate&lt;/a&gt; to help with her medical bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-4143829956579896763?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/4143829956579896763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=4143829956579896763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4143829956579896763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4143829956579896763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/12/golden-annie.asp' title='Golden Annie'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-1693819041121549824</id><published>2008-12-13T19:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:15.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa had to page us....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/kids_santa-798838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/kids_santa-798832.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was ready for us to visit. Only about 3 hours after we got on the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-1693819041121549824?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/1693819041121549824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=1693819041121549824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/1693819041121549824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/1693819041121549824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/12/santa-had-to-page-us.asp' title='Santa had to page us....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-7885122130776544402</id><published>2008-12-06T08:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:01:56.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the special occasion?</title><content type='html'>Since it's been a month since my last post, all 3 of you probably realize it's been a bit busy. Since my last entry, I've become even more excited about our new president, Rachel turned 16, I added another year to my age - I won't tell you which one, my mom is still trying to train the new puppy and...drum roll please... Jake has been potty trained! Cue the Hallelujah chorus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you keeping count - Jake will be four in February. Yes - 4. I know there are people out there who talk about potty training at 24 months - 12 months - 2 days - whatever. Neither one of my children has been so excited about the whole thing. Abby seemed to take off once we introduced the concept. She's never even had an accident at night. Jake, however, took about 4 months to accept that this whole peeing in the toilet thing was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the Thomas and Cars big-boy pants I got him, but he would ask me to put them on over his diaper. When I explained that, no, that wasn't an option, he was happy to walk away.  And herein lies the biggest lesson I have learned about my son: he is a very independent thinker (read: damn stubborn) and perfectly happy to dig his heels in even if it means passing up something he likes. Yeah, those Cars pants are great, but totally not worth the trade-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kind of admire how easily he would make peace with the situation. Once he made his choice, he wouldn't feel torn or regretful; he'd just continue on his way. I am also thankful that his choice finally became using the toilet. Now he argues about the Cars pants or the Spiderman pants, but it all still means I don't have to change anymore diapers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-7885122130776544402?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/7885122130776544402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=7885122130776544402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/7885122130776544402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/7885122130776544402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/12/whats-special-occasion.asp' title='What&apos;s the special occasion?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-6614807794025871925</id><published>2008-11-04T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:04:06.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. We. DID!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/safe_image.php-717106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/safe_image.php-717103.jpg" alt="" 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/5292738-6614807794025871925?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/6614807794025871925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=6614807794025871925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/6614807794025871925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/6614807794025871925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/11/yes-we-did.asp' title='Yes. We. DID!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-4395263457223934694</id><published>2008-11-02T19:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:50:12.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom and Dad Got a New Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5734-787081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5734-786505.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Slapshot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-4395263457223934694?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/4395263457223934694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=4395263457223934694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4395263457223934694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4395263457223934694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/11/my-mom-and-dad-got-new-dog.asp' title='My Mom and Dad Got a New Dog'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-5241999694488945234</id><published>2008-10-31T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:12:51.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/kids-757925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/kids-757384.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-5241999694488945234?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/5241999694488945234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=5241999694488945234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/5241999694488945234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/5241999694488945234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.asp' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-4841250926537857744</id><published>2008-10-17T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:59:13.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearing the Crash</title><content type='html'>Even though I am really sick of all the campaigning, the commercials, the constant news reports, I realized today that I am not really looking forward to Nov. 4. I know - it's coming and we'll all be glad to welcome the Viagra ads back, but Nov. 4 is the end. No matter who wins - it's the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're living the anticipation. We're feeling the excitement, and we're imagining the possibilities. People are so passionate right now they are creating beautiful pieces like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iojPaw8yX0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. People care! (OK - even &lt;a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2008/10/take-back-the-c.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pessimist in me worries that fear will prevail on Nov. 4 and we'll end up with &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/world/us-election-2008/mccain-goes-for-jugular-but-misses-20081016-52c9.html"&gt;an angry, old man&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/10/16/europe.palin.oakley/?imw=Y&amp;iref=mpstoryemail"&gt;half-baked Alaskan&lt;/a&gt; in the White House. If that does happen, I will miss this time in history even more. I also fear that even with a change, nothing will really change. We'll never really get anything done in this state of gridlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that we do let Hope win this one. I want us to give ourselves a chance to be better people, better world citizens, better Americans. All of the excitement and passion has to be put to work. We all have to care again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-4841250926537857744?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/4841250926537857744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=4841250926537857744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4841250926537857744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4841250926537857744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/10/fearing-crash.asp' title='Fearing the Crash'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-6311093106433031977</id><published>2008-10-08T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:44:42.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite New Campaign Slogan</title><content type='html'>Compliments of &lt;a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2008/10/a-new-slogan.html"&gt;Andrew Sullivan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/thatone-755479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/thatone-755477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-6311093106433031977?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/6311093106433031977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=6311093106433031977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/6311093106433031977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/6311093106433031977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/10/favorite-new-campaign-slogan.asp' title='Favorite New Campaign Slogan'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-3052312224790404654</id><published>2008-10-06T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:30:00.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday Night</title><content type='html'>And Jake is ready for football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/jake-viking2-766171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/jake-viking2-766167.jpg" alt="" 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/5292738-3052312224790404654?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/3052312224790404654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=3052312224790404654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/3052312224790404654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/3052312224790404654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/10/its-monday-night.asp' title='It&apos;s Monday Night'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-610770686288724104</id><published>2008-09-27T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:14:25.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 20% chance she would be president.</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/1287551"&gt;least-experienced VP EVER&lt;/a&gt;. Running mate of a 72 year-old man with past health problems. The country is at war and our economy is under water. Truly frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voteforchange.com/index_obama.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Please vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-610770686288724104?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/610770686288724104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=610770686288724104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/610770686288724104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/610770686288724104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/09/20-chance-she-would-be-president.asp' title='A 20% chance she would be president.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-4810623285462539025</id><published>2008-09-12T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:05:20.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Yard Signs</title><content type='html'>Pat says we have to discuss these before I actually order any of them. I can post them here though without concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://myyardourmessage.com/signs/winning/embed/" style="" 1px="" solid="" scrolling="no" width="302" frameborder="0" height="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292738-4810623285462539025?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/4810623285462539025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=4810623285462539025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4810623285462539025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/4810623285462539025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/09/virtual-yard-signs.asp' title='Virtual Yard Signs'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313428730077118512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03296076152375110278'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292738.post-7330494929048997630</id><published>2008-09-03T15:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:05:30.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of High School</title><content type='html'>Not only did I get to send my littlest girl off the Kindergarten yesterday, I got to (had to) send my bigger little girl off for her first day of high school.  We visited the school last week, and I think Hopkins high school has more square footage on campus than Saint John's did - there's certainly more students!  Yet another milestone is passed for Rachel and the rest of her family.  Only three more years until graduation with the class of 2011 . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the two of us yesterday morning.  Somewhere I've got pictures of every first day of school that Rachel has had, and when I find them I'll try to remember to put them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/Rachel---First-Day-of-High-School-743311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.shriverfindley.com/uploaded_images/Rachel---First-Day-of-High-School-743272.jpg" alt="" 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/5292738-7330494929048997630?l=www.shriverfindley.com%2Fdefault.asp' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/7330494929048997630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292738&amp;postID=7330494929048997630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/7330494929048997630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292738/posts/default/7330494929048997630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shriverfindley.com/2008/09/first-day-of-high-school.asp' title='First Day of High School'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05001030744987542426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07759189007624035364'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>