<?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-875868479012733004</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:55:24.284-08:00</updated><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='G Kids new pics'/><title type='text'>VA KIDS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-4604511560835374293</id><published>2009-01-29T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:15:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SYIcZV1QVYI/AAAAAAAABjw/ZbbfiP4BDHc/s1600-h/20081214_2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SYIcZV1QVYI/AAAAAAAABjw/ZbbfiP4BDHc/s320/20081214_2758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296827333423945090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SYIb8mxqmeI/AAAAAAAABjo/HLTTwB3j1Dk/s1600-h/20081225_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SYIb8mxqmeI/AAAAAAAABjo/HLTTwB3j1Dk/s320/20081225_3045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296826839756085730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been way to long since I've posted anything here.  I doubt that anyone even checks anymore.  Since August we've been extremely busy with the kids.  School, homework, scouts, ym, activity days, sports, piano... repeat.  We took a little time out to go to DC with my parents in November, and to NYC in December.  I am just going to post some random pictures from over the months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-4604511560835374293?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4604511560835374293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=4604511560835374293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/4604511560835374293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/4604511560835374293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SYIcZV1QVYI/AAAAAAAABjw/ZbbfiP4BDHc/s72-c/20081214_2758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-372229525844474221</id><published>2008-08-28T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:06:26.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days and doughnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLb2QnBzwBI/AAAAAAAABGA/4exTgP7hU90/s1600-h/voodoo+doughnuts_20080828_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLb2QnBzwBI/AAAAAAAABGA/4exTgP7hU90/s320/voodoo+doughnuts_20080828_1472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645981707059218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLb2BkLtZ7I/AAAAAAAABF4/LdoeG9OxnkE/s1600-h/voodoo+doughnuts_20080828_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLb2BkLtZ7I/AAAAAAAABF4/LdoeG9OxnkE/s320/voodoo+doughnuts_20080828_1469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645723245242290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pouring today so we decided to make doughnuts.  The kids watched me cutting the doughnuts with the round cookie cutters and begged to use the gingerbread man cookie cutter instead.  The decorated their doughnuts and called them Voodoo doughnuts.  Funny.  I hope that neither of these guys are me.  Yeah, I know they're upside down.  I just don't want to take the time to flip them.  Yum!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-372229525844474221?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/372229525844474221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=372229525844474221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/372229525844474221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/372229525844474221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-days-and-doughnuts.html' title='Rainy days and doughnuts'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLb2QnBzwBI/AAAAAAAABGA/4exTgP7hU90/s72-c/voodoo+doughnuts_20080828_1472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-2858445672439762030</id><published>2008-08-25T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:08:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLMQVni_0lI/AAAAAAAABFw/pv9U4Fjq9Qg/s1600-h/20070125_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLMQVni_0lI/AAAAAAAABFw/pv9U4Fjq9Qg/s320/20070125_1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548755141087826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told my mom that I would post a picture from the 4th of July party that we went to.  I told her that I felt like we were celebrating at Tara. (Gone With the Wind)  It did have a southern feel for sure.  What a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-2858445672439762030?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2858445672439762030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=2858445672439762030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2858445672439762030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2858445672439762030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/08/tara.html' title='Tara'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SLMQVni_0lI/AAAAAAAABFw/pv9U4Fjq9Qg/s72-c/20070125_1300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-1667086702724493983</id><published>2008-08-18T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:49:46.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer catch up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkIkPMFjI/AAAAAAAABE8/FIocwrCc4xc/s1600-h/20080618_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkIkPMFjI/AAAAAAAABE8/FIocwrCc4xc/s320/20080618_0924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235966877612381746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkJOOKKBI/AAAAAAAABFE/vjwpUeNw_RM/s1600-h/20080626_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkJOOKKBI/AAAAAAAABFE/vjwpUeNw_RM/s320/20080626_1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235966888882350098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkJvUEVSI/AAAAAAAABFM/jf2wz-gxJk0/s1600-h/20070124_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkJvUEVSI/AAAAAAAABFM/jf2wz-gxJk0/s320/20070124_1303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235966897765504290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkKFBRTlI/AAAAAAAABFU/EOnKzb2BMZc/s1600-h/20070131_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkKFBRTlI/AAAAAAAABFU/EOnKzb2BMZc/s320/20070131_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235966903592242770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkKi-KOfI/AAAAAAAABFc/itGu59lg5iQ/s1600-h/20080725_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkKi-KOfI/AAAAAAAABFc/itGu59lg5iQ/s320/20080725_1117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235966911632259570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that school is looming over us, I am finally sitting down to catch up.  I don't know how long before I take the time again once school starts.&lt;div&gt;On the last day of school at the end of  June, Eric &amp;amp; family joined us for a week of visiting and site seeing.   We had such a great time!  The kids miss their uncle and cousins so much.  Cora especially took advantage of Eric's soft spot for little girls by having him at her beck and call the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Eric was here we were able to have Jeremy's cousins over for a visit with Eric.  During that time, Hannah played for the district championship.  Everyone came and watched her play.  It was fun to have so many family members out to support her.  Her team took Districts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week, Hannah and team went off to State in Charlottesville, VA.  Hannah was excited for her first State tournament.  They played for three days before being eliminated.  It was a fun, but HOT three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Fourth of July we lined up across the street from our house for the 4th of July parade.  There were a few old cars, a antique fire engine, several pick up trucks and a bunch of people in the original parade.  Everyone lined the parade route dressed in red, white, and blue.  When the parade passed everyone collected the candy and then joined the parade into town where their was a little festival in town.  They had a local band playing in the park, a few craft tables for the kids, and ice cream sundaes.  The whole town gathered in the little park.  After the parade we went to a family in the ward's house for a big party.  They had a band, two jumpy castles, cotton candy machine, zip line, and tons of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 4th, Jeremy ruptured a disk in his neck, and has been out of commission.  He's going through therapy to try and avoid neck surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after  meeting with J's surgeon Cora came down to show us a sore on her foot.  We thought that it was a splinter.  It turned out to be so much more than that!  By the next morning the infection had grown and so we were off to the doctor's early in the a.m.  They examined it, drew a line around the infection and started her on anti-biotics.   By noon the infection had spread dramatically exceeding the line.   She was also running a fever of 104 degrees, and vomiting.  We went back to the doctor, and they sent us to the ER.  She spent the next couple of days in the hospital fighting a really serious staff infection and a secondary bacterial infection.  The staff was wonderful, so much so that Cora didn't want to leave the hospital.  She even requested that she have her Birthday there.  It took quite a while for the wound to heal, but now she is completely healed.  She loves to show her patch of new pink skin to everyone that she can get to look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Near the end of July we were able to arrange a last minute visit from my dad.  The kids were so excited to see Grandpa even for a short visit.  He was at conference in South Carolina and was able to fly up for the weekend afterward.  We picked him up at the airport and then headed up of an Oriels game.  We met Jeremy's cousins and families up there.  We had so many people there that they announced us on the giant screen.  It was a great game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the summer is flying past.  We hope to get a weekend trip in before it ends.  Hannah starts travel ball this week and Trenton starts football tomorrow.    Things will really start cooking now.  I need to figure out how to squeeze some more time out of summer so that I can get everything done that I planned on doing this summer!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-1667086702724493983?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1667086702724493983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=1667086702724493983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/1667086702724493983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/1667086702724493983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-catch-up.html' title='Summer catch up.'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SKnkIkPMFjI/AAAAAAAABE8/FIocwrCc4xc/s72-c/20080618_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-3719589954291821064</id><published>2008-06-07T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:47:07.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Wednesday</title><content type='html'>We had a tornado touch down in the neighboring town.  I was outside picking strawberries when I heard a thundering rumble to the east of us.  It was loud and constant, like a train.  I looked up to see all of the clouds darkening and converging in the area of the rumble.  Irrationally, I decided that I was going to finish my strawberry picking before the storm came.  By the time I finished the storm was right on top of me.  The sky was dark, the wind had picked up, and giant raindrops began to fall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was almost time for the kids to come home from school, and watching the ferocity of the storm approach, I decided to drive to get the kids.  I ran inside, and into the basement with Cora (Terrified of thunder storms) and Chipper (Terrified as well) under each arm.  I deposited them with Jeremy.  He was about to shut down the computers when a booming clap of thunder shook the house and sent Cora &amp;amp; Chipper scurrying under the blanket and cut the power.  I told Jeremy what I was doing, grabbed the keys, and ran out to the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I got the van door closed, the wind was shaking the van, the thunder was booming non stop, and lightning was striking constantly.  It became so dark that it appeared more like 9:00 at night rather than 2:45 in the afternoon.  The rain began to come down with a fury that made my windshield wipers useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived at the corner to pick up the kids, parked my car, and prayed that they would hurry up and come out before the storm got really bad.  I watched the kids come out of the school in lines to board the busses.  I was starting to really worry about the kids even crossing the road to get to the van.  Debris was now blowing past, and the van was really getting lashed with wind &amp;amp; rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I knew,  the kids that had boarded the busses, were running full speed back to the school.  I knew that something really terrible was happening.  Your not allowed to run on school sidewalks for any reason, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neighbor started running down the line of waiting parents, shouting into each car window. She was completely drenched by the time she reached me.  I rolled down my window to tell her that she needed to get in my van, and she yelled that the school had the kids on lockdown, that there was a tornado, and that we all needed to get home and into our basements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a couple of moments of irrational panic, before I was able to move the van and head for home.  I had to stop myself from getting out of the van and running over to the school to get my kids.  Is that crazy?  FOUR of my children were in that school, without power, listening to this terrible storm with out their mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back home, I could not decide what to do first. The power and phone were both out, so we were without news or communication.  I kept thinking, 'How will I know when to get the kids, without a phone?'.  I picked up my cel phone and began calling any local number that I had programmed into it.  I even tried calling a number of a mom that I hadn't talked to in months.  I couldn't get through to anyone.  By this time I was just about beside myself.  This was my first real life tornado drill after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just about to completely lose it, when my friend Terri called me from upstairs.   She had just picked her daughter up from school, and knew that I would be frantic, not knowing if my kids were safe or not.  I thanked her profusely, and just to show how grateful I was, I handed her my bowl of strawberries.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storm was still very much in progress by the time I reached the school.  It had died down quite a bit, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched a mother come out of the school with her arm around a sobbing little girl, and quickened my pace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the familiar face of the music teacher upon entering the school.  I told him that I needed to find my four children.  He said that he would help me.  He took me into the inner hallway where all of the kids were crouched in the dark in duck and cover mode.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music teacher found the kids before I did.  Trenton was crying, Layton's eyes were red rimmed, and his face pale, and the girls looked pretty shaken up.  I can't say how relieved I was to get them all in my arms.  The poor little things were scared to death, but safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-3719589954291821064?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3719589954291821064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=3719589954291821064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/3719589954291821064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/3719589954291821064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/06/tornado-wednesday.html' title='Tornado Wednesday'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-5934878825182833691</id><published>2008-05-06T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:45.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SCBejFudHfI/AAAAAAAABE0/YmywqdQeQYk/s1600-h/20080504_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SCBejFudHfI/AAAAAAAABE0/YmywqdQeQYk/s320/20080504_0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197257926911008242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not  sure why Blogger always flips my photos, and I do not know how to right it, so I guess you will have to crane your neck to see Chipper, our new baby.  He looks cuter right side up!  He is a 10 week old Chug.  I have to take him to his first vet visit in a few minutes, so more on Chipper later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-5934878825182833691?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5934878825182833691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=5934878825182833691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/5934878825182833691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/5934878825182833691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/05/chipper.html' title='Chipper'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SCBejFudHfI/AAAAAAAABE0/YmywqdQeQYk/s72-c/20080504_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-4621397691936964523</id><published>2008-04-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:46.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Va Beach &amp; Jamestown Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMVFudHXI/AAAAAAAABD0/3NHUmHnxluI/s1600-h/20070102_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMVFudHXI/AAAAAAAABD0/3NHUmHnxluI/s320/20070102_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195126832858209650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMV1udHYI/AAAAAAAABD8/g35z7uPMDkI/s1600-h/20070103_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMV1udHYI/AAAAAAAABD8/g35z7uPMDkI/s320/20070103_0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195126845743111554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMWludHZI/AAAAAAAABEE/3aAwcRmGyck/s1600-h/20070103_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMWludHZI/AAAAAAAABEE/3aAwcRmGyck/s320/20070103_0640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195126858628013458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-4621397691936964523?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4621397691936964523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=4621397691936964523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/4621397691936964523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/4621397691936964523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/04/va-beach-jamestown-pictures.html' title='Va Beach &amp; Jamestown Pictures'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjMVFudHXI/AAAAAAAABD0/3NHUmHnxluI/s72-c/20070102_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-5430714977508723248</id><published>2008-04-30T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:46.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjJxVudHWI/AAAAAAAABDs/x-q0r3ufy1Y/s1600-h/20070102_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjJxVudHWI/AAAAAAAABDs/x-q0r3ufy1Y/s320/20070102_0656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195124019654630754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that I would add couple of pictures of our extended weekend with our friends from Idaho.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doil&lt;/span&gt;, Dawn, Austin, Josh, Ethan, and Kelli visited us a couple of weeks ago.  We toured DC, spent a day at Bush Gardens, played on the beach, visited Jamestown, and outran a tornado. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun to watch the C kids run out into the ocean with their clothes on.  It was not a warm day by any means.  The boys (and Dawn) were so excited to play in the waves that they ran full speed into the FREEZING water.   At one point a couple walked by and said that they thought that they (the C family) must be from Canada because they were playing in the ocean.  Dawn told him that they were from Idaho.  The guy mumbled, "close enough".  It was obvious that they thought that Idahoans were crazy, Canadians too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-5430714977508723248?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5430714977508723248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=5430714977508723248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/5430714977508723248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/5430714977508723248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/04/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini Vacation'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/SBjJxVudHWI/AAAAAAAABDs/x-q0r3ufy1Y/s72-c/20070102_0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-7565852477775510014</id><published>2008-04-02T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:46.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R_PSPYloS2I/AAAAAAAABDk/-LuP5aUqC_4/s1600-h/20080402_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R_PSPYloS2I/AAAAAAAABDk/-LuP5aUqC_4/s320/20080402_0615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184718757773724514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little frazzled.  Having a wall of siding shower down on you tends to make the nerves a little raw.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J had just come up for lunch when the doorbell rang.  It was a passing landscaper that was there not to solicit business, but to warn us that the entire side of our house was flapping in the wind.  I called for J and ran out to see the melee for myself.  I rounded the corner with Cora on my heels just as the entire wall of siding let loose.  I yelled for Cora to get back inside, and dodged the initial onslaught of flying debris.  The nice landscaper helped to pull the fallen siding into a pile so that it did not further damage the house or our neighbors property.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a busy couple of days ahead of us.  We will however have to wait for the wind to die down or risk blowing away ourselves when we attempt to fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-7565852477775510014?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7565852477775510014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=7565852477775510014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-6375684581093556750</id><published>2008-03-06T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:47.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnYpmCHVI/AAAAAAAABDE/OE8HLdhJ5po/s1600-h/20080229_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnYpmCHVI/AAAAAAAABDE/OE8HLdhJ5po/s320/20080229_0388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174679276284419410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnZZmCHWI/AAAAAAAABDM/6RYcY8bgmGI/s1600-h/20080301_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnZZmCHWI/AAAAAAAABDM/6RYcY8bgmGI/s320/20080301_0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174679289169321314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnaZmCHXI/AAAAAAAABDU/wYS8EG2MuOY/s1600-h/20080302_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnaZmCHXI/AAAAAAAABDU/wYS8EG2MuOY/s320/20080302_0317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174679306349190514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9Ana5mCHYI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZtFrV8mZlpU/s1600-h/20080303_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9Ana5mCHYI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZtFrV8mZlpU/s320/20080303_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174679314939125122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-6375684581093556750?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6375684581093556750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=6375684581093556750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/6375684581093556750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/6375684581093556750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-photos.html' title='More Photos'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AnYpmCHVI/AAAAAAAABDE/OE8HLdhJ5po/s72-c/20080229_0388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-311028487111667467</id><published>2008-03-06T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:47.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Rico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHo5mCHSI/AAAAAAAABCs/imxKzGfLaY4/s1600-h/20080301_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHo5mCHSI/AAAAAAAABCs/imxKzGfLaY4/s320/20080301_0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174644371085204770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHqpmCHTI/AAAAAAAABC0/nIGaOvytAbg/s1600-h/20080302_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHqpmCHTI/AAAAAAAABC0/nIGaOvytAbg/s320/20080302_0319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174644401149975858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHrZmCHUI/AAAAAAAABC8/zC9JNbiFdUQ/s1600-h/20070101_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHrZmCHUI/AAAAAAAABC8/zC9JNbiFdUQ/s320/20070101_0404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174644414034877762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico.  What an amazing trip!  Before life sets too much, I want to take a couple of minutes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chronicle&lt;/span&gt; our trip. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night was lots of fun.  We met up with the Allreds &amp;amp; Snows for Bon Jovi.  We drove in with the Allreds, but due to a terrible traffic jam, we arrived a little late to the concert.  The Snow's were texting us updates because they had avoided the traffic, and were on time.  We were able to see the last 3 sets of Daughtry before Bon Jovi came on.  It was a great concert.  We had pretty decent seats, and they got better when a couple in front of the Snow's called it an early night, and we were able to take their seats.  It was fun.  We sang, we danced, and we experienced temporary hearing loss.  All in all a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday we woke up at 5:30, after 3.5 hours of sleep to catch our flight.  We were adrenaline filled, so things worked out fine.  We arrived in Puerto Rico just before One in the afternoon, got our rental car, and headed out with only the aid of the rental agency map.  Talk about a foreign experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The signs are all in Spanish, the distances are in km, the gas in liters, the speed limits in miles per hour, and the cars in mph as well.  While these nuances were confusing, they paled in comparison to actually driving in PR.   By the time we arrived at our hotel in Ponce, we were wound up so tight from the poor direction, traffic, and extreme driving conditions that we encountered on our 2 hour drive.  It literally was a baptism by fire.  I cannot even attempt to describe the driving conditions in PR, but more dramatically in Ponce.  They have the same driving laws as we do in the states, and yet in Puerto Rico, anything seems to go.  All of the cars are smashed up.  It is as if they are participating in one giant crash up derby/ go cart race.  We were so grateful to the other travelers who encouraged us to get the extra insurance at the rental agency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived to the Hilton in Ponce, with much relief.  We were extremely pleased with the hotel.  It was an older hotel, and not as hip as our later hotel in San Juan, but it was really nice.  The interior was open to the outdoors, and the wind gently blew through.  There were lots of comfortable seating areas with great views, of the gardens and pool area.  Our room opened to a balcony that overlooked the grounds and beach.  The hotel was partnered with a golf resort, and so as guests were were allowed to use the facilities at the golf resort as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about the Ponce Hilton for us was the lack of crowds.  We were able to spend the day on the beach by ourselves.   The dozen or so other guests pretty much stuck to the pool area.  The only other time that we have had our own private beach was during a chilly rainstorm in  Washington State, so you can imagine how thrilled we were to have it in the warm, sunny Caribbean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, we spent most of the day at the beach and in the pool.  Oh, heaven!  After we began to burn, we decided to try driving into Ponce again.  We spent the late afternoon exploring Ponce.   We were glad that we were able to see Ponce, but have to say that it was not our favorite place on the trip.  We loved the hotel, but the city itself was a little scary.  There was one tourist block in Old Ponce, that was kept pretty nice for the tourists, but the rest...  It seemed like half of the city had been abandoned.  There was graffiti everywhere, and poverty was very apparent.  It was like being in a third world county with mangy dogs roaming the streets.  There was a feeling of desperation in Ponce that was a little disconcerting.  At about 5 pm. all of the shops closed down, and bars and gates went up over all of the doors and windows.  We were glad to return to our gated hotel at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we left Ponce, for San Juan.  It was cool driving through the center of the island, and seeing the varied scenery and demographics of the island.  We drove to El Yunque, the rainforest.  We spent the day hiking through the rainforest, swimming in waterfalls, and finally hiking to the peak of El Yunque.   It was extremely beautiful, a highlight of  our visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a very difficult 2 1/2 hour hike to the top, we returned to San Juan for some R&amp;amp;R.  We stayed at El Conche, Renaissance Hotel by Marriott.  It was unbelievable luxury.  Wow!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a delicious dinner at the hotel overlooking the pool area, listening to a concert and watching a fashion show.  We retired to our room at about 10, but the party continued until about midnight.  It was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Monday, we checked out of the hotel, and moved over a couple of miles to Old San Juan.  We spent the day exploring that cool old part of the city.  We stayed the night at The Gallery Inn in Old San Juan.  It was a really cool experience.   The owner, Jan Esponosa is a local artist.  The Inn is a beautiful gallery of her work, filled with terraces and gardens.  They have several parrots that  spend the day in the gardens and interact with the guests.  The inn itself is a historical Spanish home that was converted to the Inn.  It was really cool, and we were even able to watch and listen as the musicians practiced for a concert on the upper terrace.  The Inn was really cool, our room was not.  It felt like a tomb incased in 2 food concrete walls without any windows.  It was very small, dingy and smelled like mold.  We spent very little time in our room.  The other downer to the hotel was that there was a problem with the phones and internet.  Jeremy was trying to get things lined up for the next day when he had to return to work, and we were trying to contact the kids, and it was difficult.  I believe that the experience of the Inn outweighs the inconvenience, Jeremy does not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday morning it was back to work for Jeremy.  He struggled to work at the Inn, but was finally able to download some information, and worked high above the city from an upper terrace, overlooking the coast and city.  Pretty cool office.  At 11 we checked out, and headed back to the Marriott, were we were waited on hand and foot, and allowed to check in early.  Jeremy was extremely relieved.  His group arrived later that afternoon, and he worked the rest of the visit, and I hung out at the pool, and swam in the ocean.  I met up with them for dinner that night in Old San Juan, but pretty much did my own thing the rest of the time.  It was a great way to end a vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-311028487111667467?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/311028487111667467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=311028487111667467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/311028487111667467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/311028487111667467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/03/puerto-rico.html' title='Puerto Rico'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R9AHo5mCHSI/AAAAAAAABCs/imxKzGfLaY4/s72-c/20080301_0364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-1138514287710535148</id><published>2008-02-28T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:58:00.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement &amp; Apprehension</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the turn of events that have transpired in the last couple of days.  Jeremy &amp;amp; I are in for a tremendous couple of days.  We head to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt; concert tonight with four of our friends.  That in and of itself is exciting... but it gets better.  Two days ago we found out that Jeremy has a site visit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico.  We have decided to take advantage of the opportunity, and combine the trip with a small vacation for the two of us.  I can hardly believe it.  We will be spending six days drinking up the sun and surf.  &lt;div&gt;We will return from the concert late tonight, sleep for a couple of hours, and then dash off to the airport.  With the suddenness of the trip, I have had to really scramble to set up flights &amp;amp; hotels. Now that that if finished, the apprehensions is setting in.  I haven't had the time to mentally prepare to leave the kids for 6 days.  Is that silly?  I have this amazing trip set up, and I am already worrying about my kiddo's.  I plan to put the worry to rest with the first warm tropical breeze that comes my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew!  Time is at a premium.  I do not have another minute to blog.  I am off to clean the house, and then buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snorkels&lt;/span&gt; for our trip to the uninhabited Gilligan's Island.  Updates to follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-1138514287710535148?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1138514287710535148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=1138514287710535148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/1138514287710535148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/1138514287710535148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/02/excitement-apprehension.html' title='Excitement &amp; Apprehension'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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-875868479012733004.post-4218031498516153738</id><published>2008-01-08T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:31:28.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trip</title><content type='html'>We were able to spend the Holidays in Washington this year.  On December 19, all seven of flew out of Baltimore, paused in Salt Lake, and arrived in Seattle.  By the time we checked into our hotel, it was 1am Seattle time, making it 4am Eastern time.  Poor Jeremy had to be up and at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bellevue&lt;/span&gt; office for a presentation at 8am that morning.  Even though our bodies were exhausted, we still found ourselves waking up a 3am because of the time change.  It was not a great night of sleep to put it mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stumbled through the next day, which was also Layton's 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday.  While Jeremy was working we met up with family for a few hours before meeting him at the office for a Christmas party.  After the party, we rushed (well we tried to rush in Seattle rush hour traffic) to meet up with J's mom &amp;amp; Grandpa, and my parents for a Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoopa&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Party.  Afterward, even though our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; bodies protested, we took the kids swimming at Grandma G's hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Layton's baptism.  He was baptised in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;, at a very special all family baptism.  When I say all family, I am including Kim B who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; included as family.  It was wonderful, and Layton was so happy.  We had dinner and birthday cake afterwards.  By the time we finished, we were all ready to sleep for days.  The time change and late hours had caught up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was able to meet up with some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; cross country teammates.  Brennan hosted.  It was great to see everyone again, an catch up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eachother's&lt;/span&gt; lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday everyone met at Isaac's for Christmas Eve.  It was really nice to have everyone together at last.  We used Grandpa's clam chowder recipe, and it was almost like having a part of him there with us.  We missed him, but instead of sadness, we were able to smile and share memories.  What a difference a year makes.  Grandma is doing so well.  She must have baked 100 batches of cookies and brought them in a Huge box, and doled them out throughout the evening.  The kids ran wild, enjoying their cousins, and the rest of us visited and ATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful.  The kids did not mind only opening Santa &amp;amp; stocking gifts this year, as our main gift was the trip.  We drove up north to visit with Brennan's family Christmas day.  It was really fun to be with them again.  Grandma came over for dinner.  I really enjoyed watching the relaxed relationship that she has with Brennan, Mary, and their kids.  I am so glad that they are up there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to stay at the Rob's home until the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, at which time we packed up, cleaned up, and headed over to Isaac's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the vacation there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we headed up to Crystal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mtn&lt;/span&gt;. for the B's cabin.  Mom, Dad, Bren's family, Bren's friend Jared, &amp;amp; Isaac &amp;amp; his boys came. It was so much fun playing in the snow and sledding.  We had to dig ourselves into the cabin.   When we arrived, there wasn't even any place to park.  Luckily, Isaac had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;foresight&lt;/span&gt; to bring a snow shovel.   Jeremy &amp;amp; Isaac cleared parking for the cars, and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; hybrid unstuck while I brought the kids down the hill to the cabin where mom was making a fire.  Just before we got down the hill, I hit a snow drift with the sled, and dumped Cora &amp;amp; Taylor face first into the snow.  At the precise moment of the disaster, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt; tripped and fell into the snow as well.  We arrived at the cabin with three howling kids.  Mom helped bring them all in, and I went back out to chop wood for the fire.  After settling the kids at the cabin, I made four trips up and down the hill with gear, and the boys continued clearing the parking lot.  On my last trip to the top, Brennan arrived.  He couldn't have timed it more perfectly if he tried.  With the work completed, we were able to spend the rest of the day playing in the snow.  After dinner, we packed all of the gear back up the hill, and headed home.  It was a lot of work for just one day, but it really was well worth it to spend the day as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with some very dear friends on Sunday.  I got to see my best friend from childhood.  It was really great to see the changes that she has made in her life, while we caught up, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about old times.  Kim &amp;amp; Rick were great hosts, as they have always been.  It was nice to spend some time with them.  I would still dearly love to spend an afternoon baking with Rick, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;glean&lt;/span&gt; some of his secrets.  Especially his rolls...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the trip was going with Grandma to buy her new car New Years Eve.  We enjoyed spending the day with her, and then meeting Brennan &amp;amp; Mary's family for a late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent New Year's eve with Isaac's family, watching a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; fireworks fiasco broadcast from the Space Needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; we met up again with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; B's families for a bowling adventure.  I have to say, for all of the pro level &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; bowlers that we had there, we were really quite terrible in real life.  Jeremy won the game with with something like 114, Layton bumper bowled 109, and really the rest of us would like to forget our scores.  It was some kind of crazy fun though.  If you haven't bowled with 6 adults and 11 kids (18 mo. to 11 years), you haven't lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time with Mom &amp;amp; Dad on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  Layton got to use his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt;-gun, and ride in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kaboda&lt;/span&gt;.  Hannah even got to drive it.  Afterward, we watched a really great movie, and returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew home on the third... What a great trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-4218031498516153738?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4218031498516153738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=4218031498516153738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/4218031498516153738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/4218031498516153738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-trip.html' title='Christmas Trip'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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-875868479012733004.post-7409792077035353895</id><published>2007-12-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:47.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gTxeFKEgI/AAAAAAAABCE/3d8dIfo00gg/s1600-h/_JWP0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140880715252634114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gTxeFKEgI/AAAAAAAABCE/3d8dIfo00gg/s320/_JWP0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so spoiled, I can't believe it. I am realizing just how great it is to have a teacher living with us today. I snowed a couple of inches yesterday, and last night. The kids were delayed 2 hours to school. The older ones are off to school now, and Eric just came up and asked if he could take the little ones out to play in the snow. For the last little while, he has been playing "snow dog" with them, and has been dragging them around the yard on a sled. His school district has been canceled today, and so he doesn't have to teach. I am inside, warm and comfy, catching up on my blog, and he is outside mushing my kids around the yard. Isn't this the life? Darn! I just heard Eric's exhausted voice call, "All DONE!". I guess that my blogging reprieve has come to an end. It was great while it lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-7409792077035353895?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7409792077035353895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=7409792077035353895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/7409792077035353895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/7409792077035353895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gTxeFKEgI/AAAAAAAABCE/3d8dIfo00gg/s72-c/_JWP0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-2317460935226607206</id><published>2007-12-06T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:48.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPJeFKEdI/AAAAAAAABBs/0hVOdEpk4kE/s1600-h/_JWP0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140875630011355602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPJeFKEdI/AAAAAAAABBs/0hVOdEpk4kE/s320/_JWP0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPKeFKEeI/AAAAAAAABB0/o9Ainxo-NUM/s1600-h/_JWP0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140875647191224802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPKeFKEeI/AAAAAAAABB0/o9Ainxo-NUM/s320/_JWP0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPK-FKEfI/AAAAAAAABB8/ai5fau0Ze10/s1600-h/_JWP0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140875655781159410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPK-FKEfI/AAAAAAAABB8/ai5fau0Ze10/s320/_JWP0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to spend Thanksgiving with Jeremy's cousin Karl &amp;amp; family. They had their entire immediate family in Deleware to celebrate. It was the first time in 10 years that they were all together at the same time. We were able to see J's Grandma as well. It was nice of them to include us. On the Sunday after Thanksgiving, we were able to witness the blessing of Karl's newest addition, Trevor. It was a fun, relaxing trip. We celebrated Thanksgiving as it was meant to be celebrated with lots of family, relaxation, and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-2317460935226607206?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2317460935226607206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=2317460935226607206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2317460935226607206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2317460935226607206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gPJeFKEdI/AAAAAAAABBs/0hVOdEpk4kE/s72-c/_JWP0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-8312595098954050732</id><published>2007-12-06T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:49.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G Kids new pics'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJROFKEVI/AAAAAAAABAs/yF59CfpJQHU/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140869166085574994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJROFKEVI/AAAAAAAABAs/yF59CfpJQHU/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJR-FKEWI/AAAAAAAABA0/cCc7wXbPr_g/s1600-h/DSC_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140869178970476898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJR-FKEWI/AAAAAAAABA0/cCc7wXbPr_g/s320/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJTeFKEXI/AAAAAAAABA8/gGCvfWox8fY/s1600-h/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140869204740280690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJTeFKEXI/AAAAAAAABA8/gGCvfWox8fY/s320/DSC_0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJUeFKEYI/AAAAAAAABBE/6a_8Ytz4jO8/s1600-h/DSC_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140869221920149890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJUeFKEYI/AAAAAAAABBE/6a_8Ytz4jO8/s320/DSC_0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJVeFKEZI/AAAAAAAABBM/D7OI7qWDM24/s1600-h/DSC_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140869239100019090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJVeFKEZI/AAAAAAAABBM/D7OI7qWDM24/s320/DSC_0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-8312595098954050732?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8312595098954050732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=8312595098954050732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/8312595098954050732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/8312595098954050732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/R1gJROFKEVI/AAAAAAAABAs/yF59CfpJQHU/s72-c/DSC_0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-2798818156806657745</id><published>2007-12-04T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:23:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>We finally got our pictures back from the photographer!  I am a photo freak, so you can understand my excitement.  We have our first decent family picture in years.  Thank you Jennifer Anderson for sharing your fabulous talents with our family.  I posted a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here's the situation.  I am finally ready to publish my pictures, and the blogger is down.  I guess that this blog will have to be a teaser, if I am able to publish it at all.  Pictures are forthcoming.  I just do not know when.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-2798818156806657745?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2798818156806657745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=2798818156806657745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2798818156806657745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2798818156806657745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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-875868479012733004.post-3737235113043867091</id><published>2007-11-16T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:49.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Girl Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rz2gUm_ilmI/AAAAAAAABAk/KSc8-8JwoC8/s1600-h/_JWP0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133435426197116514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rz2gUm_ilmI/AAAAAAAABAk/KSc8-8JwoC8/s320/_JWP0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rz2gIm_illI/AAAAAAAABAc/CyjDiPsdkJ8/s1600-h/_JWP0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133435220038686290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rz2gIm_illI/AAAAAAAABAc/CyjDiPsdkJ8/s320/_JWP0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINISHED!!! I was sewing the last buttons on Amber's Colonial Days costume while she was getting showered up for school. Whew! Talk about cutting it close. Sigh, now I get to put the house back in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This costume was for Colonial Days today at Amber's school. They have all the teachers, volunteers, and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade students dress up in period costumes. Not only do they ask that you dress them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appropriately&lt;/span&gt;, but they also request that their lunches be as colonial as possible as well. They want them to have cornbread or homemade bread with homemade jam, cheese, apples, etc. Their lunches should also be packed in the method of the day, either a basket or in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cloth&lt;/span&gt;. No baggies or containers. Its just a little bit of work for the parents, as you can imagine. I was going to volunteer, but had a difficult enough time making Amber's costume and homemade lunch items in time. Maybe next time... I seem to get it a little more put together each time. Maybe by the time Cora is in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade, I will skip into the school with my authentic colonial outfit, carrying my handmade, fully authentic colonial basket, full of tasty colonial food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... it could happen...I have a few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW: My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apologies&lt;/span&gt; for the sideways photo.  I am not yet up to speed on the blog program, and can't find how to turn the photos.   &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/875868479012733004-3737235113043867091?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3737235113043867091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=3737235113043867091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/3737235113043867091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/3737235113043867091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/11/american-girl-amber.html' title='American Girl Amber'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rz2gUm_ilmI/AAAAAAAABAk/KSc8-8JwoC8/s72-c/_JWP0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-926714212486483541</id><published>2007-11-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:49.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Halloween Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rys2hywbRRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/B9GWJJlrbKM/s1600-h/HPIM0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128252554879911186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rys2hywbRRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/B9GWJJlrbKM/s320/HPIM0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rys2iSwbRSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/i8thMse6rUg/s1600-h/HPIM0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128252563469845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rys2iSwbRSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/i8thMse6rUg/s320/HPIM0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a while, I know. Life has been crazy busy lately with the kids starting school, softball, baseball, piano, cello, girl scouts, activity days, and so much more. I have been living from week to week, project to project, and haven't come up for air for a while. I finished our Halloween costumes in time. I had already made the girls' Hogwarts costumes for the summer movie/book openings, and so I just had Trenton's Captain Jack Sparrow, Layton's Grim Reaper, and 4 adult KISS costumes to make before the Halloween festivities began. To top it off, Hannah, Amber, and Layton all were on different ball teams. Each team required 2 practices and 2 games per week when the season started, and then switched to only 1 practice per week as the season finished. Layton joined Hannah in taking piano, and Amber started playing cello. Both girls joined girl scouts. It was crazy, we had multiple activities on the same nights all week long. We had Sunday off, and an occasional Thursday evening free. Jeremy &amp;amp; I had to divide and conquer, and on the nights that Jeremy was out of town, our house guest, Eric would fill in with the carpool/ cheer squad.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that we have our dear friends the Robinsons staying with us while they try to sell their house in Washington? The Robinson family has been here since the beginning of Aug. Rebekah is working with Jeremy in the basement office, and their family is staying in the guestroom down there. So far things are going pretty well. Cora and Andrew are enjoying their odd little "sibling-esk" relationship. Andrew is learning what it is like to be part of an extremely busy large family.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, the Robinson segway brings me back to Halloween. We had 2 Halloween party invites prior to Halloween, and wanted to come up with a unique and fun Halloween costume for 4(us and the Robinsons), and somehow decided that dressing up as Kiss would be both unique and fun. Rebekah and I pulled out the Bedazzler and hit the fabric store before creating our fabulous Kiss costumes. We were a "HIT" at the ward Halloween party. (Yes, we actually wore them to the Trunk-or -Treat at the church, and everyone loved it.) Our second party occurred the next night at our friends the Erickson's Halloween Gala. Kiss won the first prize gift certificate to the local wine shop. Ironic huh? Mormon rockers win alcohol. They also sell chocolate and gourmet foods as well so we should be able to find something. Trenton won 3rd prize in the children's contest for his Captain Jack Sparrow, and Hannah &amp;amp; Amber won the joint 1st prize for their Ginny Weasley, and Hermoine Granger costumes. We had a great time. We, the adults did not dress up for the actual Halloween night, however. We caused such a stir at the other two parties, that we decided to make Halloween the kids night. We had a great time trick-or-treating the neighborhood with its decorations and spook alleys. The younger kids were tired at about 8pm, and returned to the house to get ready for bed and help Daddy pass out the rest of the candy. ( We ran out by the way. 25 lbs. of candy... I guess that is what happens when you have such an amazing community that parents dive in from the tri-state area to participate. Crazy! The streets were lined with vans filled with kiddios, and when they ran out of space along the neighborhood roads, they parked at the school and baseball fields across the street!) After dropping off the little ones, I took the older three to the old burnt mill for the bonfire and ghost stories. Another fun Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Now that Halloween is checked off my list, I am on to finishing up a couple of Christmas projects, sewing colonial day outfits for Amber &amp;amp; myself, and then planning our hotel stays for our Thanksgiving trip to Delaware. After that...Christmas &amp;amp; Christmas trip to Wa., birthdays, &amp;amp; Layton's Baptism. Will it ever slow down? I'm not too optimistic. Oh well, such is life for a mother of five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-926714212486483541?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/926714212486483541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=926714212486483541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/926714212486483541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/926714212486483541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-kiss.html' title='A Halloween Kiss'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/Rys2hywbRRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/B9GWJJlrbKM/s72-c/HPIM0386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-2700315383245390151</id><published>2007-07-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:49.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took the crew to Six Flags. It was a daunting task, but we managed through. The kids had a great time. It was fun to have their friends with them. We ended up staying until they booted us out of the park at 8 pm. I was proud of myself for making the drive into NE DC with five kids, and then returning at the end of the day with all five, and correctly navigating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;belt loop&lt;/span&gt; and DC traffic with out Jeremy. The kids were great. We only had one "tween" incident. The older girls seemed to think that they were old enough to go around the park unsupervised. The other mom's didn't have a problem with it. I just wasn't ready to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;release&lt;/span&gt; my 10 year old into a park that is located in the middle of NE DC. I was the wet blanket when I told them that I did not care what their girls did, but Hannah was not going to be able to join them unless one of the moms went off with them. Not wanting to leave Hannah out, one of the moms agreed to stay with the older group, and the other two of us took the younger group around. About halfway through the day, the resentment of the tween group grew, and they met up with me to beg me to allow Hannah to go off with them. I told them that they could go on, and I would keep Hannah. A couple of hours later, the daughter of the supervising Mom had had enough, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mutinied&lt;/span&gt;. She yelled at her mom that she was not going to have a grown up follow them around anymore, and then ran off. The rest of the pack, including Hannah followed. We met up with the mom a few minutes later, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tearily&lt;/span&gt; told us what had happened, and what direction that the girls had headed off to. I headed up my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possy&lt;/span&gt; and marched off to find them. I spotted them within minutes, and I could tell by the look on Hannah's face that she saw the storm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commin&lt;/span&gt;'. I laid into her, called Jeremy and let him lay into her, and then grounded her to my side for the rest of the day, and from friends&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RqfAmYs-IhI/AAAAAAAAAko/IhAMpqKXNG4/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RqfAmYs-IhI/AAAAAAAAAko/IhAMpqKXNG4/s160/DSCN0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the rest of the week.   It was a hard lesson to learn. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-2700315383245390151?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2700315383245390151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=2700315383245390151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2700315383245390151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2700315383245390151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-we-took-crew-to-six-flags.html' title=''/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RqfAmYs-IhI/AAAAAAAAAko/IhAMpqKXNG4/s72-c/DSCN0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-2499654467206080285</id><published>2007-07-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:50.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Madness</title><content type='html'>SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 20, the girls prepared for the 12:01 release of the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter book. We went to Border's with a bunch of friends, and started our vigil. The girls had a great time. Border's had lots of games and prizes to keep them busy. Hannah (or should I say Ginny?) came in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in the costume contest, nearly winning the coveted first spot in line. It was quite a feat considering that just about everybody there including adults (some who freaked me out a little), had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt; on. A teenager with a really great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trelawny&lt;/span&gt; costume ended up winning, and we were booted to the back of the orange line. The orange wristbands were the 1st group of 300. It took us just under an hour to get through and get the book. My neighbor drove so I was able to call Isaac up who had three hours to wait, and read him the first chapter. We were exhausted, but had a great time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RqerRIs-IgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3siuGspGZv0/s1600-h/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RqerRIs-IgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3siuGspGZv0/s160/DSCN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875868479012733004-2499654467206080285?l=goeckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2499654467206080285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875868479012733004&amp;postID=2499654467206080285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2499654467206080285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875868479012733004/posts/default/2499654467206080285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goeckers.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-wicked-this-way-comes-on-july.html' title='Midnight Madness'/><author><name>goeckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596377406523298778</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RqerRIs-IgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3siuGspGZv0/s72-c/DSCN0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875868479012733004.post-162449554083086005</id><published>2007-07-11T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:51:50.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I originally planned to write all about our vacation before I started posting, but life and Harry Potter got in the way. After we returned from NY, I had to two days to get the Girls' Harry Potter costumes finished before the Premier 11:59 showing. Phew... Lisa &amp; I were working until last minute to finish them. Lisa did Brooke's, (pictured in the middle) and I did both my girls. Crazy I know, but they were so incredibly adorable at the premier. We met up with three more of their friends and their parents for the movie. Their friends were all dressed up as well. We arrived about 1 1/2 hours early to get our seats, and it was a good thing that we did because if we had waited much longer, we would not be able to sit together. The girls sat in one row, and the adults in another. The girls had such a great time, as did the adults. Nobody minded the 1 1/2 hour wait. It was perfect, we were able to hang out and socialize with friends and eat before the movie started, and the movie was awesome. The girls enjoyed being stars. Everyone was telling them how cute they were, and asking them where they got their costumes. As we walked around we could hear people saying things like, "Look at those girls! Aren't their costumes&lt;br /&gt;awesome! Where did they get those?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RpTYUP8VMcI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Uw1HtJAxe4o/s1600-h/_JWP0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GMl7zZ85Qo/RpTYUP8VMcI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Uw1HtJAxe4o/s320/_JWP0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why didn't we get costumes like those?" There was a batch of teenagers that wanted their picture taken with the girls, but by the the time that they got themselves together to ask, the girls, obtuse to the gawking, were already climbing the bleachers to their seats. It was an incredible night! I hope that the girls remember it, I know that I will.  We are planning to go to the 12:00 book party next week, so I am sure that I will post afterward.  I figure we might as well get as much use out of the costumes as possible.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Besides&lt;/span&gt;, the  girls are growing up so fast, and I don't think that it will be long before they won't let me do this kind of thing anymore.  And with the last book coming out, there won't be any more opportunities.  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We had a great vacation, but as great vacations go, it is always nice to return to the comforts of home.  Last Saturday morning we loaded up the kids, games, and gear and headed east to Delaware to meet up with Jeremy's cousin Karl and his family.  We spent a fun weekend at their beautiful new home.  The boys ran around in a rowdy little pack, alternating between the tramp &amp; tire swing, with occasional breaks for food, drink, and Nintendo DS.  The girls were slightly more subdued.  Age, gender, and Amanda's full arm cast contributed to their demeanor.  They enjoyed the back yard as well, but were more often found behind closed doors, closeted in secret girl proceedings.  The youngsters, Kurtis &amp; Cora played together well on the most part.  When Kurty was tired of Cora's constant bossing, he would tag along after the older boys.  When this occurred, Cora would tag along after Kurty.   Jeremy &amp; Karl spent the majority of their time in the basement measuring and scheming, planning for Karl's upcoming basement remodel.  Mostly, they enjoyed catching up after a 8 year absence.  Its funny that no matter how much time goes by, some relationships can pick back up, just like no time has passed at all.  Joleen was an incredibly gracious hostess.  Here we invaded her brand new home with a horde of crazy kids, and she takes it all in stride.  AND she is pregnant to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was interesting.  We were a little nervous about getting 8 children and ourselves ready for 9 am. church, but things went surprisingly smooth.  We arrived on time, and were able to grab two pews.  The most excitement occurred near the end of fast and testimony meeting when Cora fell asleep in my lap, and then had an accident.  That was a first for me.  I had to stand up with a half asleep 3 year old in my arms, with pee dripping down my legs and try and make a dignified exit out of the chapel.  Uuug! Gross!  We were able to give Cora a sponge bath with wipes out in the parking lot, and then dress her in her American flag swimsuit and a jean skirt and send her in to nursery with Jeremy.  (Patriotic, right?)  There was no saving my skirt, so I wrapped myself in a towel to save the Fails' van seats, and Joleen and I headed back to their house so I could shower and change.  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