<?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-1916780452642986839</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:23:03.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In the Scrap Zone</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life Arizonia and my world of scrapbooking</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-343975624574541155</id><published>2008-04-07T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:08:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Carla to tell 7 weird &amp; unusual facts about myself.  I have been told I'm about the weirdest person ever, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a perfect driving record.  True story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've never broken a bone in my body.  There were times I was sure I had to of, like the time I jumped off the roof, cause I thought I could fly.(Hey, I had my cape!)  I learned about gravity that day, but fortunately no broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I talked to myself.  Actually carry on a conversation with myself.  I've even argued with myself and lost!  I've been told by many therapist that this is completely normal.  "No it's not!"  "Yes, it is!"  "No it's not!"  "Yes...ugh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I expect more from myself, than I do others.  I don't know if that's weird or unusual, but it is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love old things.  Probably why I like the distressed look when scrapbooking.  I love vintage cars, antique furniture and the old style clothes.  So unique and so romantic.  Which brings me to number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a big romantic at heart.  I love romance stories, chick flix and snuggling.  I find romance in little things, like the time my hubby came home from work and gave me a paper clip.  He said he had been thinking about me all day.  I wore that paper clip to work everyday.  When someone would ask why I had a paper clip on my blouse, I told them it reminded me that my husband thinks about me all the time. I now keep it in my jewelry box.  It will always be special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to sing and dance, like a rock star!  That's right!  I bust the moves and hit all the highs and lows....I'd be so embarrassed if anyone saw me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so am I the weirdest person?  Probably not!  We are all weird and unusual in our own ways.  It is what makes us unique.  I won't be tagging anyone, because I believe everyone I know in the blogging world has been good and tagged.  So I will just look forward to reading what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Carla for tagging me.  This was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-343975624574541155?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/343975624574541155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=343975624574541155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/343975624574541155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/343975624574541155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-6073943433125904189</id><published>2008-03-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:50:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn's Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>Blog about the dumbest purchase you have ever made!!  Scrappy or not!&lt;br /&gt;Well it wasn't scrappy.  And it really wasn't my purchase.  I did it for someone I thought was my friend.  They wanted a cell phone and convinced me they needed it.  Their credit was bad and so they couldn't qualify.  So I put everything in my name.  The contract was for a year with a $250 penalty.  The first bill (which included the setup, phone and first month service) came and when I asked for the payment, you got it, they didn't have it.  I paid it, to preserve my name and credit.  I never received the payment from them and the next month got another bill.  This so called friend had skipped town, so I bit the bullet and cancelled the service.  My daughter worked for the cell company, so she was able to get the $250 penalty dropped.  But it was still an expensive lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-6073943433125904189?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6073943433125904189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=6073943433125904189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/6073943433125904189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/6073943433125904189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/dawns-blog-challenge.html' title='Dawn&apos;s Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-3346497894107071318</id><published>2008-03-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:38:42.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sarah Ellis posted this challenge.  Someone more on the ball than me, won a RAK for it.  I wanted to do it any way.  Everything I've done is in italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;2. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Held a tarantula&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said “I love you’ and meant it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugged a tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visited Paris(My Granddaughter's name is Paris and I have visited her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Had a food fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan - lived there&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites - Suri Castle, Okinawa, Japan&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotten married&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotten divorced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;77.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Made cookies from scratch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eaten shark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought a house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raised children (or…raising children)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;98. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picked up and moved to another city to start over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;102. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a publication&lt;br /&gt;106. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost over 100 pounds (cumulatively, if you count pregnancy! lol!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petted a stingray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;116. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ridden a horse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had major surgery - tonsils so count&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;127. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;129. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;135. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions - I plan to skip them all&lt;br /&gt;138. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;146. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Sarah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-3346497894107071318?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/3346497894107071318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=3346497894107071318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/3346497894107071318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/3346497894107071318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/sarah-ellis-posted-this-challenge.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-5388240725300211926</id><published>2008-03-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:53:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge 3/9/08</title><content type='html'>About Daylight Savings Time.  Arizona does not change it's time.  And I love it!  No feeling like I'm losing an hour.  No having to get used to darker or lighter, earlier or later.  It's all just constant.  Makes things so much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-5388240725300211926?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/5388240725300211926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=5388240725300211926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/5388240725300211926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/5388240725300211926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-challenge-3908.html' title='Blog Challenge 3/9/08'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-3785631229826591123</id><published>2008-03-30T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:48:44.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge 3/1/08</title><content type='html'>We did an "All About Me" crop in March on Scrap-A-Latte.  I was only able to finish one LO before I got sick.  I was so disappointed.  I had been looking forward to this crop for some time.  This blog challenge was supposed to be prep work for that crop.  I am to list my identifible marks that are unique to me.  I don't have any pictures to show, but I have a bunch of moles.  One in particular is no longer with me.  It was about the size of a dime on my back.  Since I could not see it, it did not bother me, but it bothered everyone else, so I finally had it removed.  Now a scar is in it's place.  I have a birth mark on my left elbow, looks like dirt.  I have a scar on my forehead along my hairline that I have had since I was about 3.  I fell out of the car.  I have another scar just above my right breast where a section of one of my ribs was removed when I was 18.  They thought it was a bone tumor, turned out to be extra cartilidge.  Go figure.  Those are my most distinquishable identifible marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-3785631229826591123?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/3785631229826591123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=3785631229826591123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/3785631229826591123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/3785631229826591123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-challenge-3108.html' title='Blog Challenge 3/1/08'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-1615669441089228349</id><published>2008-03-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:18:47.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; My New Grandson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZCgohjKHuQ/R-_nBkBOm2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1KCqFlQA_oc/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZCgohjKHuQ/R-_nBkBOm2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1KCqFlQA_oc/s320/DSC03505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183615710161443682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write down the challenges for February, so I have decided to talk about the wonderful event that happened on February 23.  My daughter went into labor in the wee hours of the morning.  Though I knew I didn't have to be there right away, I wanted to.  London was born at 11:07.  Watching Sarah give birth was truly such an emotional experience.  I felt things I had never felt before.  I don't think I have ever seen my daughter look more beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-1615669441089228349?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1615669441089228349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=1615669441089228349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1615669441089228349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1615669441089228349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-blog-challenge.html' title='Me &amp; My New Grandson'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZCgohjKHuQ/R-_nBkBOm2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1KCqFlQA_oc/s72-c/DSC03505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-6165913778071324844</id><published>2008-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:07:34.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge 2/2/08</title><content type='html'>Write about that one special person that you've had in your life for a long time, that knows your secrets, that shared your fun &amp; tears.&lt;br /&gt;That person would probably be my sister.  Though she is 6 years younger than me, I feel so comfortable talking to her, no matter how long it has been since our last conversation.  I remember when she was born, I literally hated her.  I had been the only girl of 6 kids.  When she came along, I thought I wasn't special anymore.  But over the years I began to realize that my little sister was actually the best friend I could ever have.  And I love her so very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-6165913778071324844?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6165913778071324844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=6165913778071324844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/6165913778071324844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/6165913778071324844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-challenge-2208.html' title='Blog Challenge 2/2/08'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-6304501474250514162</id><published>2008-03-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:49:06.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge 1/26/08</title><content type='html'>Answer the question: "If you could physically transport yourself to any place in this world at this moment, where would you go?"&lt;br /&gt;I think I would go back to Hawaii with my hubby.  We went for Christmas in 2006 and had a wonderful time.  However, the morning that we flew over, I woke up with Bells Palsy.  The whole right side of my face was paralyzed.  Though it didn't stop us from having a fantastic time, all my pictures look like I wasn't having fun.  Only one side of my face could smile, so it looks I am constipated.  I would love to go back and be able to take pictures that truly show how much I enjoyed Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-6304501474250514162?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6304501474250514162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=6304501474250514162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/6304501474250514162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/6304501474250514162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-challenge-12608.html' title='Blog Challenge 1/26/08'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-2377949409813702553</id><published>2008-03-30T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:39:47.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge 1/17/08</title><content type='html'>Blog about your favorite childhood toys, when you received them, how long you had them &amp; why they were your favorites.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite childhood toys were my dolls.  I must have had a dozen baby dolls and more than that of Barbie dolls.  But out of all my dolls I had a favorite; my Chatty Cathy doll.  When I was a little girl, I was in and out of the hospital because of my ears.  Everytime I had to go into the hospital, my Mom stopped at Sears and I go to pick out a new doll.  I chose Chatty Cathy one of those times.  She was not like all my other dolls, she talked.  So she slept with me, not in the crib that my Daddy made for my dolls.  I would still have my Chatty Cathy to this day except she was in a box that someone stole from out house when I was a teenager.  I plan someday to see if I can win one on ebay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-2377949409813702553?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/2377949409813702553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=2377949409813702553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/2377949409813702553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/2377949409813702553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-challenge-11708.html' title='Blog Challenge 1/17/08'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-2087681134233011819</id><published>2008-03-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:28:41.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge of 1/9/08 (SAL)</title><content type='html'>Okay...see how bad I am.  Blog Challenge for 1/9/08 and today is 3/30/08.  Baaaaaad!!!  The question posed is: besides scrapbooking, what other ways do you keep your memories alive?&lt;br /&gt;For me, scrapbooking is pretty much the only way I have of keeping memories alive.  Before scrappin' became a love, I used to just keep photo albums.  No journaling or nothing.  Now when I want to scrap those pictures, I have nothing to reference and so I have to really try hard to remember the whos, whats, wheres, whens and hows.  Now I have a small notebook that if I remember something I jot it down.  Wish I had done more to keep memories alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-2087681134233011819?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/2087681134233011819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=2087681134233011819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/2087681134233011819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/2087681134233011819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-challenge-of-1908-sal.html' title='Blog Challenge of 1/9/08 (SAL)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-1356000352885399837</id><published>2008-03-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:02:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I knew this would happen.  My cousin sets me up a blog and I don't keep it up.  When I was younger, I couldn't even keep a diary.  I'd do a few pages and forget about it for months.  Then tear out the pages and start all over again.  On Scrap-A-Latte, blog challenges are posted, so I am going to try to catch up on all those challenges by the end of the month.  That is my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-1356000352885399837?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1356000352885399837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=1356000352885399837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1356000352885399837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1356000352885399837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-i-knew-this-would-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-4644081951097242468</id><published>2008-01-07T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:25:43.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first blog challenge for 2008!</title><content type='html'>The one person in my life that I talk with everyday, that I have to talk to or my day just isn't complete is my daughter, Stephanie.  We talk at least once a day if not more.  She is important to me because she is not only my daughter, but my friend.  She brings so much pleasure to me; I've gone shopping with her, helped her pick out clothes for a date, had lunch/dinner with her, cooked with her and so much more...all from the phone.  Stephanie is a busy young lady and yet she always has time for Mom.  We laugh, we cry, we listen, and yes we sometimes disagree.....but remember, I'm the Mom, I'm always right.....well most of the time.  Stephanie is one of the best parts of my life and I enjoy and look forward to each and every time we talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-4644081951097242468?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/4644081951097242468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=4644081951097242468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/4644081951097242468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/4644081951097242468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-challenge-1508.html' title='Our first blog challenge for 2008!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-1973460357504799845</id><published>2008-01-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:39:03.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day here in Michigan.  It's snowing and everything looks so fresh and new.  Kind of a nice way to start off the new year.  I have enjoyed my stay and will miss everyone here, but it will be nice to get back home and get back into my routine.  I miss my hubby very much and can't wait to see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-1973460357504799845?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1973460357504799845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=1973460357504799845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1973460357504799845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1973460357504799845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2008/01/heading-home.html' title='Heading Home'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-1208121346156850987</id><published>2007-12-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:46:35.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge 12/31/2007</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog challenge.&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been an eventful year for me.  The one event that probably changed my life was resigning my position as a Teller Supervisor at a local bank in Lake Havasu.  Working at the bank had changed me into a person I didn't even like.  I had allowed it to invade every aspect of my life.  I couldn't leave work at work, I brought it home every night.  Not good.  As soon as I put my resignation in I felt a calm I had not felt in a long time.  Resigning gave me the me time I have needed for a long time.  It gave me the opportunity to spend more time with my granddaughter, Paris who is now three and a half.  So very important to me.  I feel whole again and my stress level is way low.  Another thing, I have had more time to scrap and I joined the Scrap-A-Latte boards and have made new and wonderful friends that enjoy scrapbooking as much as I do.  I have learned new techniques and had a lot of fun doing crops and challenges.  Thanks Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;"Be the best YOU".  Words of wisdom that made more sense to me that ever this year.  Why?  Because I've learned to say No more. And not feel quilty about it....okay, I'm still working on that a bit.  But I do still say No more often.  It has made me happier and less stressed.  Two very good things.  Making me a better ME!&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I look forward to the birth of my grandson, London.  My daughter, Sarah is due March 1, and I am so excited!!!  2008 will be a new and exciting adventure and I am definitely looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-1208121346156850987?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1208121346156850987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=1208121346156850987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1208121346156850987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/1208121346156850987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-challenge-12312007.html' title='Blog Challenge 12/31/2007'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-5982698781356084151</id><published>2007-12-30T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:50:56.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!</title><content type='html'>I have basically locked myself in Carla's basement.  I keep pinching myself and telling myself that I have not died and gone to scrapbook heaven.  I am having such a great time!  First thing I do in the morning is open the blinds, I love looking at the snow.  Friday it snowed all day.  I tried to get pictures.  Not sure they will turn out.  Before I leave, however I have to build a snowman.  I haven't done that since I was a kid, so it has been a very long time.  I am so looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-5982698781356084151?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/5982698781356084151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=5982698781356084151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/5982698781356084151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/5982698781356084151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-2270217720750660569</id><published>2007-12-28T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:41:34.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZCgohjKHuQ/R3XP5aAKR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ue2RTFWC1SI/s1600-h/Lisa+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149250334107518802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZCgohjKHuQ/R3XP5aAKR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ue2RTFWC1SI/s320/Lisa+sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only picture I have of my Grandmother Bahnmiller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-2270217720750660569?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/2270217720750660569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=2270217720750660569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/2270217720750660569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/2270217720750660569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-only-picture-i-have-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZCgohjKHuQ/R3XP5aAKR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ue2RTFWC1SI/s72-c/Lisa+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916780452642986839.post-3534620351537778542</id><published>2007-12-28T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:32:07.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post!</title><content type='html'>It's taken me forever to set up a blog.  But with the help from my wonderful cousin, Carla, I now have my own blog.  Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916780452642986839-3534620351537778542?l=lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/feeds/3534620351537778542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916780452642986839&amp;postID=3534620351537778542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/3534620351537778542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916780452642986839/posts/default/3534620351537778542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinthescrapzone.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847105835849237643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
