<?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-6310965622376464700</id><updated>2011-12-30T16:06:43.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prescott's Page</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a way to stay in touch with family and friends.  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Alas, I've had the best of intentions.  Angela and I have been working hard at our goal to have a full summer before baby comes.  We have been out almost everyday to a park, the zoo, in the sprinkler, or even a baseball game.  I have lots of pictures and will try to post some soon.  As for today, I babysat this morning for my neighbors two lovely daughters whom Angela just loves to play with, gave Angela a bath, fed her breakfast and lunch, and will now attempt to get her ready for an afternoon at the zoo and me for my doctors appt.  All this with being nine months pregnant.  So, why is it that I still feel as if I have so much to do and nothing gets done?  I don't know why house chores overwhelm me so much. Most would say that I am a bit of a clean freak and that my house isn't as bad as I make it out ( I know because they've told me so) but I just can't help it.  I have been trying to nap while Angela naps and today it was almost impossible.  The list of what needs to be done just keeps growing, espcecially with baby on the way.  So I was just wondering am I alone in this ? Do other mothers deal with this struggle as well?  I have intentionally put my daughter first this summer, and want to create memories with her.  It just seems that these days my energy won't allow that along with getting my house in order.  Why  cant' I rest and let the dishes go? Or let the vaccuuming not overwhelm me?  Why does a clean kitchen floor help calm my nerves so much? I mean it is just a floor.  Anyway, I'm not really looking for answers just wishing my energy and time would allow everything to get done, and yet in the back of my mind I wonder if we have seasons like this to help us choose what we will prioritize.  So even if my house is not spotless for the next few years, the time I will have with my girls will be cherished and thats all that matters.  As I look at the pile of laundry, the messy bathroom, and the garden that needs to be weeded so badly, I will try to remember that I only have each day once and if things get done great, but if life is lived well even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-155878533164452555?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/155878533164452555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=155878533164452555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/155878533164452555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/155878533164452555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-time.html' title='Taking the time'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8854640451934014049</id><published>2011-05-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:10:30.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>So the past few days we have been experiencing just what teething is really like.  Angela had four teeth by her first birthday and besides a day of a little bit of crying she was just fine the rest of the time.  So when this week started out with a fever, some very ugly diapers, fits of hysteria, lack of  appetite, and trouble sleeping I wasn't sure what was wrong.  We went to the doctor and kept an eye on each symptom trying to decipher its cause.  Sadly, today at mom's group one of the other mothers described Angela's symptoms to a tee in talking about her daughters teething experience when her eye teeth came in.  Sure enough Angela's little gums show a small little tooth peeking through.  We have finished day three and with the help of some medicine we actually went to bed tonight on time and even had an OK afternoon.  It is just so sad to see her go through something like this and feel helpless.  We spent all day in front of the TV watching Mr Rogers just because she loves it, we ate two full Popsicles today just to numb her mouth, and I even tried to help Angela fall asleep by having her sleep in my bed.  Of course each effort made me feel as if I was doing something and brought back memories of how loved I felt by my mother whenever I got sick. I guess that's just what you do.  I'm game for any other suggestions, but hopefully this is done sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8854640451934014049?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8854640451934014049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8854640451934014049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8854640451934014049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8854640451934014049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4823994950107759241</id><published>2011-04-29T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:24:19.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life</title><content type='html'>Everyday I wake up to my little girl shouting: Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mama, Mommy, Mom, Maaaaaaaaaaaama.  I use to be able to resist getting out of bed for just a few minutes.  Try to let her know that it may take a minute for mom to get there.  It is much harder to resist when she actually calls you by name in the cutest little voice.  Today we had a play day something I've started to look forward to.  We have a day or so a week when we have nothing planned but play time.  We started the day with rice krispies and milk.  Then we watched a bit of the real princess wedding which for a few minutes Angela was intrigued by.  Then we played with our dolls, built towers with blocks, walked around the house just for fun, sat in our chair, skyped, looked out the window for daddy, touched everything in site, took tissues out of the tissue box, waved at our fish, ate lunch, napped...for a bit, read books, talked to ourself, talked to mom, talked on our phone, ate a snack, explored the living room just in case there was something there we've missed, spun in mom's chair, hugged piglet, made animal noised, was thrilled to see dad come home, ate dinner, wrestled with daddy, had a tickle fight, had a kissing fight, read books, drank milk, said goodnight to everything in our room...and went to bed.  What a day! What a life! I'm excited that I get to share days like this with my little angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4823994950107759241?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4823994950107759241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4823994950107759241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4823994950107759241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4823994950107759241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-in-life.html' title='a day in the life'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4089087252435501951</id><published>2011-04-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:00:37.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mom Moments</title><content type='html'>So I know every mom must think their child is the cutest and smartest... but mine really is :)  She is 15 months tomorrow and here are some of her accomplishments so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words:&lt;br /&gt;Mom/ Mama/ Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Dad/ Daddy/ Dadda&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Gigi&lt;br /&gt;(aunt rachel we're working on it)&lt;br /&gt;she use to say hi all the time but we haven't heard that one in a while&lt;br /&gt;bababa...sometimes we think she is singing Barbara Ann and at other times she is referring to Uncle Zoomie&lt;br /&gt;llll...she tries to say Laurie and the L part is down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal sounds:&lt;br /&gt;lion&lt;br /&gt;bee&lt;br /&gt;cow&lt;br /&gt;can call her horse&lt;br /&gt;dog (very cute)&lt;br /&gt;snake&lt;br /&gt;can make a fish face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Parts:&lt;br /&gt;Can point to her - ears, nose, head, belly button, eyes, knees, toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestures/ Actions:&lt;br /&gt;waves her hands to say "Go Phillies" when the game comes on&lt;br /&gt;waves goodbye&lt;br /&gt;blows kisses&lt;br /&gt;gives kisses&lt;br /&gt;dabs her nose (instead of blowing it)&lt;br /&gt;talks with the phone up to her ear&lt;br /&gt;tilts her head to be silly&lt;br /&gt;shakes her head if she thinks you are silly&lt;br /&gt;shakes her finger to say no no no &lt;br /&gt;does the song gestures to "The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rock"&lt;br /&gt;turns on and off light switches&lt;br /&gt;beeps the car beeper and opens the garage door with the button&lt;br /&gt;knows her pet fish clifford and will point him out if asked&lt;br /&gt;dances&lt;br /&gt;giggles&lt;br /&gt;throws her hands up to her head if you say "oh brother"&lt;br /&gt;signs: more/ all done/ and please&lt;br /&gt;gets excited to skype and goes to the computer is I say lets talk to Nana or Gigi&lt;br /&gt;gives hugs&lt;br /&gt;tickles our backs&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses her dolls&lt;br /&gt;pushes her stroller&lt;br /&gt;brushes her teeth and sometimes her hair&lt;br /&gt;helps put her toys away&lt;br /&gt;ohhh I could go on and on....I just love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she brilliant! I can't believe she is 15 months...wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4089087252435501951?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4089087252435501951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4089087252435501951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4089087252435501951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4089087252435501951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/04/proud-mom-moments.html' title='Proud Mom Moments'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3414027110394485606</id><published>2011-04-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:29:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny things at our house</title><content type='html'>Lately Angela picks up the phone (real ones or one of her many play ones) pretends to dial, puts it up to her ear and says "Dada!"  She loves talking on the phone and even if we lock our phones she somehow manages to find a way to unlock them and find things on them we didn't even know we had. She also loves to text...oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela absolutely loves her new found ability to walk.  She squeals so much as she takes three or four steps that she actually falls over from pure excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the Phillies game comes on Angela waves her hands till we do the same and say "Go Phillies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela just loves spitting (sorry Aunt Rachel) she thinks it is the funniest thing.  She just spits and laughs spits and laughs....oh the simple joys in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most common phrases happens to be "Oh brother" Angela now puts her hands on her head every time I say it or she will put her hands on her head asking me to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At almost precisely 4:30 everyday Angela goes to the window knocks on it and calls for her Dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela is now comprehending so much I can't believe it.  I ask her to get me a tissue or show me piglet (her favorite stuffy) and she does it.  Lately she has been feeding, hugging, kissing,  or blowing the noses of all her stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post pictures of some of these moments soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3414027110394485606?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3414027110394485606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3414027110394485606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3414027110394485606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3414027110394485606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-things-at-our-house.html' title='funny things at our house'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1494873958304692423</id><published>2011-03-17T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:34:56.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh nap time</title><content type='html'>I feel like as soon as I get Angela's sleep schedule down it changes.  I've been told I'm not alone in this.  So about a month ago we started revolting against the morning nap.  I tried to keep it up, but alas it was a battle not to be won.  In reality it was obvious that her daily energy wasn't running out by 10 am anymore.  She was up and energetic until at least noon.  I would put her down at 10 and say I know you're not tired but lets try...well we tried.  Now we are working on scheduling in one nap a day.  I've heard that this transition brings many good things with it.  We will have an easier time scheduling things.  I will be able to be more strict about nap time since it is only one.  Finally she should be sleeping 2-3 hours at a time.  Well, I'm still waiting for this.  I'm not sure how long the transition time should be, but we are on week 3 and I'm still not sure what she is up to.  Do we nap at 11:30 or 1????  How do I keep her asleep.  She naps for an hour and a half...like she use to and then is up.  Well, by 5:30 she is cranky cranky cranky and I can tell she needed that extra half hour to hour.  Today was one of those days I really needed a nap too and hardly got one due to the fact that she woke up.  So now I'm not sure do I get her up at 2 and try to put her down again later??? Do i let her stay in her crib until we hit the two hour mark just to get her use to it?  Any suggestions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1494873958304692423?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1494873958304692423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1494873958304692423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1494873958304692423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1494873958304692423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahhhh-nap-time.html' title='ahhhh nap time'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8715042838383667083</id><published>2011-03-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:54:26.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just having a fun night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HS_tXai9Czo/TX105xY-2FI/AAAAAAAAARU/L2pVFMCogLo/s1600/IMG_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEK8K3j6ffk/TX104h-wqJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hFjotePsD_g/s320/IMG_3228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583747627552385170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8715042838383667083?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8715042838383667083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8715042838383667083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8715042838383667083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8715042838383667083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-having-fun-night.html' title='Just having a fun night'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HS_tXai9Czo/TX105xY-2FI/AAAAAAAAARU/L2pVFMCogLo/s72-c/IMG_3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2547400255519760958</id><published>2011-03-10T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:11:34.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Today we had another no nap day...ahh two in a row. Tomorrow is going to have to be different. The amazing thing is just how much energy Angela still has at the end of the day.  Today we tried to have a healthy snack around 4... yogurt and berried...yumm right? aparently not Angela wanted none of it.  Then for dinner I made twice baked mashed potatoes ( cheese, potatoes, corn, sour cream, milk, carrots all pureed together) Andy and I thought it was great...Angela wasn't impressed.  I also broiled fish....Angela however screamed until I gave her broccoli and carrots.  Really veges?? I mean I guess I should be proud....just wondering if her stomach will be ok tonight and did that fill her up enough to sleep through the night...oh Angela.  &lt;br /&gt;On a different note Angela has started to throw food off her plate.  Now I don't know how every other child is about food on their plate, but Angela doesn't like things on her plate that she is done with. If she is through with it it has to go.  She can't push it aside, she can't pick around it...it has to be thrown off her plate.  Do we think some of her Daddy's very particular quirks are rubbing off??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2547400255519760958?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2547400255519760958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2547400255519760958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2547400255519760958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2547400255519760958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-685650347615819941</id><published>2011-02-26T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:55:34.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Week</title><content type='html'>So this week we were excited to have Nana and Nano come to visit us.  Even though we tried to have a vacation while they were here, there was just too much to do to sit still.  We spent our days showing them around our city, and Angela showed them just how hard playing all day can be :)  It was so sad to send them off today, but we had a great week.  Here are some pictures from our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfX_Wn6cQrM/TWmSm9vB5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/C9-NG11XZbI/s1600/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfX_Wn6cQrM/TWmSm9vB5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/C9-NG11XZbI/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578150811579573874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXN6i2ZgVxs/TWmSmZhKsqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2rZFd9aUguU/s1600/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXN6i2ZgVxs/TWmSmZhKsqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2rZFd9aUguU/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578150801857753762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUoY6oWRzrw/TWmSl0qTxCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-TwsE3-4E8k/s1600/IMG_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUoY6oWRzrw/TWmSl0qTxCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-TwsE3-4E8k/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578150791963984930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlII16RLu4/TWmSltNORfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QqIFeEXccQ8/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlII16RLu4/TWmSltNORfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QqIFeEXccQ8/s320/IMG_3130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578150789962941938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l-tlNsxOxA/TWmSldXCQUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YskeY7mamxU/s1600/IMG_3121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l-tlNsxOxA/TWmSldXCQUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YskeY7mamxU/s320/IMG_3121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578150785709130050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-685650347615819941?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/685650347615819941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=685650347615819941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/685650347615819941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/685650347615819941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-week.html' title='Our Week'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfX_Wn6cQrM/TWmSm9vB5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/C9-NG11XZbI/s72-c/IMG_3155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5928109577485708756</id><published>2011-02-11T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:34:44.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny not to share</title><content type='html'>So maybe its just because she is mine, but I am laughing so hard I am crying.  I just had to share.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5535b2edcd8307b4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5535b2edcd8307b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331243259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3510AACBCBAF97CE5943F35C57D83ECC225BF1BD.816AEAB5950A11DC191099E0E42EB43D7545F023%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5535b2edcd8307b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du_1_rT_41MosKxhJ7AwRT6ZYp20&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5535b2edcd8307b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331243259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3510AACBCBAF97CE5943F35C57D83ECC225BF1BD.816AEAB5950A11DC191099E0E42EB43D7545F023%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5535b2edcd8307b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du_1_rT_41MosKxhJ7AwRT6ZYp20&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5928109577485708756?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5928109577485708756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5928109577485708756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5928109577485708756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5928109577485708756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-funny-not-to-share.html' title='Too Funny not to share'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6884702278972873624</id><published>2011-02-10T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:05:53.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepino</title><content type='html'>So I am embarrassed to say that in early October the Prescott family had a very unexpected house guest.  Early one Sunday morning we had a small little mouse run across our kitchen floor.  Andy wasn't home at the time and even though Angela kept her cool the same cannot be said of myself.  After slowly climbing off the counter and trying to stop screaming we got to church and there put Andy in charge of our little problem.  For the next few weeks I spent my days tip toeing around the house, stomping loudly to scare any critters away, and jumping at every noise.  We called him Pepino instead of 'the mouse' it sounded a bit better.  The problem was solved relatively quickly.  We went through the kitchen/ mud room/ and outside of the house stopping up any cracks with steel wool.  We then set a few traps and  caught our little house guest within 24 hours.  I'd say it took a few weeks, but I basically got back to normal and stopped stomping around the house.  Well, we still kept one mouse trap out near our dryer in the mud room.  Two days ago when putting away some cleaning solution I happened to notice that behind the laundry bag right next to the dryer was the trap TIPPED UPSIDE DOWN.  I proceeded to flip, out grab Angela, run out of the room, jump on the couch, and grab the phone. I then decided that even though it was the middle of the day and Andy was at work he needed to know about this ASAP.  Angela just sat next to me looking up at me and then peeking over my lap to look at the mud room.  Then she would sit back against the couch and contemplate.  She would then start again  looking at me and then the mud room....I told her Pepino was back. We needed to shut the door and not go in there anymore.  I was a bit better this time I am proud to say there were no tears, not really any screaming, and I just avoided the room...no stomping.  I guess it wouldn't have mattered anyway.  Andy beat me home after I went out to run some errands.  I came home to a mouse trap tripped in the middle of the floor with a white washcloth stuck in its grasp.  Apparently I had thrown it over the laundry bag and set off the trap myself.  Andy, didn't even know what to say....he just smiled and shook his head.  Guess Pepino isn't back after all...thank goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6884702278972873624?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6884702278972873624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6884702278972873624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6884702278972873624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6884702278972873624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/02/pepino.html' title='Pepino'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5313516696498582245</id><published>2011-02-08T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:41:24.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First birthday party</title><content type='html'>So Angela turned one on January 13th. I still just can't believe she is already a year old.  What a precious little girl that we are so blessed to have in our lives.  I just love getting to see her smile everyday!  Here are a few pictures from the big day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa5l9EqEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_zhxGfyoS8g/s1600/IMG_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa5l9EqEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_zhxGfyoS8g/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571404528265504834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa5QiXuhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qj9jPr5iIyg/s1600/IMG_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa5QiXuhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qj9jPr5iIyg/s320/IMG_3024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571404522516363794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa4yiNGfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3nP9NlfggxE/s1600/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa4yiNGfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3nP9NlfggxE/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571404514462603762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa4sxleJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zZw28WGHX8Q/s1600/IMG_3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa4sxleJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zZw28WGHX8Q/s320/IMG_3037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571404512916502674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5313516696498582245?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5313516696498582245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5313516696498582245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5313516696498582245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5313516696498582245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-birthday-party.html' title='First birthday party'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TVGa5l9EqEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_zhxGfyoS8g/s72-c/IMG_3041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8309381681515530833</id><published>2011-02-05T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:27:37.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year...a new goal</title><content type='html'>So its already February, but can I still make a resolution? There isn't a rule about making them in January right? Well, whatever I walk to the beat of my own drum I guess. So, here it is... I want to write/blog more this year and here are a few reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Memories are important to keep and writing them down will help me remember them for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;2) I love being able to keep in touch this way. I feel like I can keep everyone posted on what is going on in our daily lives even if we live far away.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love to write. Lately, I've been dealing with what I will call the 'Mommy Blues'.  I've been told that all moms understand this. You love being a mom, but suddenly you are nothing else.  I feel guilty even admitting that I've come down with a case of them, but I guess it just comes with the whole mom thing.  I feel as if being a mom is such a full time job that somewhere in the last few months I've lost track of who I am as me.  Trying to just sit down a few times a week and do something I enjoy is important.  So I'm going to try and blog more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it three very good reasons...lets see if I can stick to it.  On another note, some of you may do this...some of you may be expecting me to do this...sorry...I'm not going to play 'catch up'.  I will try to update you on some of the exciting things that have happened in the last few months (since I last wrote) and i might even post pictures...but I'm just going to start from today and write what is on my mind...so just know that October through January was great...I'm sure you'll hear some great news from it...but we are just going to try and start fresh with February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to contradict my whole last paragraph, but I guess I should update everyone on the latest news in the Prescott's house.  Actually, I think it may have some if not lots to do with the reason I haven't blogged in so long.  In November Andy and I found out that our family will once again be expanding!! I will be 16 weeks pregnant on Monday!! So far this pregnancy is much better than my first, but still quite a challenge.  Nausea is starting to go away, but I am still waiting to get some energy back...hopefully soon! Other than that life has been pretty normal day to day.  Angela is a joy to see grow...I will try to post pictures soon! In the meantime I'll end with a be back soon...or at least that is the hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8309381681515530833?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8309381681515530833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8309381681515530833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8309381681515530833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8309381681515530833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-yeara-new-goal.html' title='A new year...a new goal'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6771777904376805657</id><published>2010-10-06T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:25:35.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my newest discovery</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago I went to a Norwex party.  I had heard bits and pieces about what this company was all about, but I had to go and hear the whole thing for myself.  I was completely blown away.  Here was an answer to my concerns about cleaning with chemicals.  For those of you who aren't familiar Norwex is a company that has a line of cleaning products that are antibacterial, chemical free, and easy to use.  Basically it is cleaning with microfiber clothes that have silver woven into them.  So they trap 99% if all germs and as they dry they disinfect themselves.  It sounded too good to be true for me as well, but after hearing all the explanations and asking all of my questions I was sold.  I placed an order and a few days later my new cleaning materials were in.  Something they didn't mention at the party was just how quick cleaning goes when you don't have to worry about getting more paper towel, changing cleaning solutions, and trying not to get chemicals all over you.  It is quarter after eight and my bathrooms are already cleaned this morning.  Granted I'm only up because I asked my husband to help drag me out of bed, but once I was up my task was much quicker than expected.  I'm excited and just had to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6771777904376805657?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6771777904376805657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6771777904376805657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6771777904376805657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6771777904376805657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-newest-discovery.html' title='my newest discovery'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5935008136124717909</id><published>2010-09-23T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:57:57.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to Day</title><content type='html'>I have signed on for two days now and log off because I just can't think of something to say.  Since I go to bed tired  every night, I must be doing something with my days.  So here are just a few of the adventures of my everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all in May we moved into a house...in my opinion a big house.  We needed the space and were just blessed with what we found.  Considering we had to move quickly we could have been really stuck, and God just provided.  So this may sound ridiculous to some, but I was nervous about cleaning it.  I  got stressed out with my condo and now I have a four bedroom house.  So for the first time in my life I made a cleaning schedule and have actually FOLLOWED it ....thats the impressive part.  So everyday I clean for about 30 minutes and by the end of the week its done.  This may not be monumental to some, but for me...its huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished decorating my bathroom.  Trying to co-ordinate colors, spend as little as possible, by unique, and have style...not an easy task.  After much window shopping I finally found matching pictures, towels, candels, vases, trash can, and soap dish.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man cave is officially done.  Although, this is Andy's room and his to decorate I still felt pressure to get it done.  I wanted it to be presentable for guests to come see.  We could use a few more baseball pictures for the walls ( I know hard to imagine that we need more) and thats it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started taking dance classes two mornings a week.  After much debate on how to get back into dance, where to go, when to find a class, who would babysit....blah blah blah I finally got my ducks in order and did it.  I have to say I miss my little girl for those two hours, but I feel as if a part of me that fell asleep is awake again. It is so refreshing, exciting and inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sleeping comes naturally to me, I find that Angela is learning to sleep.  We have had a few weeks of touch and go when it comes to nap time and sleeping through the night.  Although I've always loved that she isn't an early riser, I am finding that if she does wake up earlier she actually gets two naps in and is a happier girl altogether...now only if I could get up....we're still working on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, we are doing great...just taking one day at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5935008136124717909?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5935008136124717909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5935008136124717909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5935008136124717909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5935008136124717909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-signed-on-for-two-days-now-and.html' title='Day to Day'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8743254682324245109</id><published>2010-09-16T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:30:29.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>So I have ruined another one of my husband's shirts...well actually this one is a sweater (blue wool).  I don't get it.  I'm a smart girl, but laundry seems to be too much for me.  It's that or my machines think they are funny.  Poor Andy....I'm trying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8743254682324245109?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8743254682324245109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8743254682324245109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8743254682324245109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8743254682324245109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/09/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8974299641000089005</id><published>2010-09-08T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:09:13.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Class</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Angela and I had our very first mommy and me music class! I really wasn't sure what to expect, but it was fantastic!  The teacher was very animated and surprisingly kept all eight kids attention for about an hour.  We sang lots of songs, listened to stories, did a little craft, played with bubbles, and met some little friends.  The age range is six months to one year, so Angela is one of the younger ones there.  We dressed up and went on our best behavior.  Half way through the class Angela put away her shy act and started singing along.  She also made a few friends.  I've never seen her talk to another baby, but the two of them were definitely conversing.  It was adorable.  Here are some pictures from our first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOx0LOwWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vEfbRwvHmXQ/s1600/IMG_2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOx0LOwWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vEfbRwvHmXQ/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514603623953121634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOybaOuSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IvFY-C7cvGE/s1600/IMG_2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOybaOuSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IvFY-C7cvGE/s320/IMG_2744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514603634485016866" &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOzXyZNlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sFQLvg2YaQo/s320/IMG_2745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514603650692494930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOy6At7DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BOCFMQrrD5A/s1600/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOy6At7DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BOCFMQrrD5A/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514603642699508786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8974299641000089005?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8974299641000089005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8974299641000089005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8974299641000089005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8974299641000089005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-class.html' title='Music Class'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TIfOx0LOwWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vEfbRwvHmXQ/s72-c/IMG_2743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6890867097517857508</id><published>2010-09-01T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:23:06.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prescott family adds one more!</title><content type='html'>So last Saturday night Angela and I went to the Pet store to buy a fish.  Unfortunately this particular store had no fish for sale (I know I didn't know a pet store could opt to not do fish...anyway)  So we were about to walk out when the store owner walked out of the back room.  I did a double take and then smiled.  It was my friend Ann Marie. I knew that her and her husband owned a store, but had no idea it was this particular one.  So we started talking and I mentioned that we had wanted to buy a fish.  Well, her face lit up and she said that one of her employees had just quit and decided to leave their fish at the store.  He was becoming a store mascot...but one they were hoping to give away.  He was a red Beta fish named Clifford ( it was meant to be :)  So we agreed to bring him home with us.  The blessing of it all was that not only did we get a fish, but the bowl, gravel, food, water treater, and fish vitamins...all for the very low price of free.  Clifford has been with us almost a week, and I think he is enjoying his new home on the mantel.  Angela loves having him here and so do we!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6890867097517857508?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6890867097517857508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6890867097517857508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6890867097517857508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6890867097517857508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/09/prescott-family-adds-one-more.html' title='Prescott family adds one more!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1274583244834607726</id><published>2010-08-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:40:51.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THlKEDnPo1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/tgcsOH-o2Ag/s1600/IMG_2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THlKEDnPo1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/tgcsOH-o2Ag/s320/IMG_2548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510517052614353746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is my grandma's 90th birthday! I called home and everyone is out to  lunch celebrating the matriarch of our family.  The phone gets passed around the table and I hear bits and pieces of what everyone is thinking of today.  The waitress comes and I hear my aunt's order as we discuss life.  I talk to my mom about the big family event that took place last night and hear about the craziness of it all. You don't ever just have a big family you live a big family.  There is always someone who has a plan and someone else who is clueless to any sort of plan.  There are the hilarious stories, the drama filled monologues, and of course the updates on daily life...especially on what new recipes are being shared.  We have the guests from out of town who are quickly whirled into a tornado of see this person and don't miss this site, oh and you're only here for a short time what can I make you to eat....:)  I know that my family is big, loud, sometimes a bit disorganized, and full of drama, but those are just more reasons that I  love them and wish I was celebrating with them all today.  I have a quiet day planned with everything in order, but I wish I had a little craziness on the horizon. I'll just have to look into that.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma!!! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1274583244834607726?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1274583244834607726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1274583244834607726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1274583244834607726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1274583244834607726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THlKEDnPo1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/tgcsOH-o2Ag/s72-c/IMG_2548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5367377108261842861</id><published>2010-08-27T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:52:23.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>So I wrote very briefly in the beginning of August just to share with everyone from the last six months.  I do plan on doing a bit of catch up...and don't worry we have pictures of everything.  Today however, I want to share about the last few weeks.  Angela and I took off three weeks ago on a red eye flight to London, Ontario where we met  up with my mom, Andrea, and our friend Christine.   From there we drove to Holland, MI to start our week there.  We had the privilege of seeing so many good friends and spending time together.  Angela was able to take in the sights: Tunnel Park, Hope College campus (and bookstore), eight street, JP's and of course she also came to some of the dance camp.  I was in Holland teaching for the week at Turning Pointe School of Dance's summer intensive.  This meant that Angela had the unique opportunity to spend the week with Nana and Aunt Andrea.  One particular highlight was when Nana brought Angela all dressed in a tutu and ballet shoes to the studio and had a little photo shoot. ( I don't have those yet, but will post them when I do)  We had a great week and I was able to introduce Angela to some of my dearest friends.  Like all good things this came to an end, but our vacation still had another adventure to go.  Andy, had a business trip in Houston the following week, so Angela and I took the direct flight to Houston and reunited our little family.  Needless to say Angela was thrilled to see her father after seven days away.  Houston was a bit more restful for me considering that  I didn't have to work this week.  Once again Angela was able to meet some of our closest friends and saw the sights of Houston.   One thing to highlight would be Angela's attachment to Heidi, Lauren and Ben's dog.  Angela was just in awe of her and Heidi seemed to follow us all around the house.  It was a beautiful friendship by the end of the week :)  After being away it is always hard to transition back to normal life, but this week we have done it.  Nap times are back on schedule :)  It is always hard to say goodbye to people you love, but there is also a joy in coming home.  Until next trip....Calgary its nice to see you again! Please stay warm a  bit longer (forecast is for a cold cold weekend ahhh miss you Houston already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-Q6J96uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ddmNc1SJiT8/s1600/IMG_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-Q6J96uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ddmNc1SJiT8/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510222604297693922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-QYIh34I/AAAAAAAAANs/lHNocZYIsek/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-QYIh34I/AAAAAAAAANs/lHNocZYIsek/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510222595164856194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-P4ylNBI/AAAAAAAAANk/H_4H8SGDKi4/s1600/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg_ggVziaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LMLorjy-XYo/s320/IMG_2680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510223971757558178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg_gPA8jJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/x1q_j2hqpbo/s1600/IMG_2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg_gPA8jJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/x1q_j2hqpbo/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510223967106665618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg_fbgHyQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZYKGHd-IqOU/s1600/IMG_2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg_fbgHyQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZYKGHd-IqOU/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510223953278781698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-RYExk4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lcYJqbJ6kHg/s1600/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-RYExk4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lcYJqbJ6kHg/s320/IMG_2649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510222612328977282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5367377108261842861?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5367377108261842861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5367377108261842861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5367377108261842861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5367377108261842861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/THg-Q6J96uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ddmNc1SJiT8/s72-c/IMG_2644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2466734243235420268</id><published>2010-08-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:25:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six months and we're back :)</title><content type='html'>So the last post on this blog was over six months ago. Four days after I posted that blog I went into labor and Angela arrived.  The past six months I have been learning to be a mom, and loving every moment of it.  Andy and I just can't imagine that we ever had a life without her in it.  There are so many exciting and cute moments each day that I am looking forward to sharing with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVNTssXoI/AAAAAAAAANE/bd_crc7gQmw/s1600/aj3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVNTssXoI/AAAAAAAAANE/bd_crc7gQmw/s320/aj3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500677681994030722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVNmPRK7I/AAAAAAAAANM/3DMOjQP_to8/s1600/aj4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVNmPRK7I/AAAAAAAAANM/3DMOjQP_to8/s320/aj4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500677686970887090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVM8kwZTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CGFZveaEBNI/s1600/aj2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVM8kwZTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CGFZveaEBNI/s320/aj2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500677675786724658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVMgKUlsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pTHjXrKyG3U/s1600/aj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVMgKUlsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pTHjXrKyG3U/s320/aj.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500677668159657666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVOO7Pn4I/AAAAAAAAANU/dwo6ulH1AZg/s1600/aj5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVOO7Pn4I/AAAAAAAAANU/dwo6ulH1AZg/s320/aj5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500677697892753282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2466734243235420268?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2466734243235420268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2466734243235420268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2466734243235420268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2466734243235420268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/08/six-months-and-were-back.html' title='six months and we&apos;re back :)'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/TFZVNTssXoI/AAAAAAAAANE/bd_crc7gQmw/s72-c/aj3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4284171958165464213</id><published>2010-01-08T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:49:29.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is...</title><content type='html'>38 weeks!!!!  2 weeks and counting....!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4284171958165464213?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4284171958165464213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4284171958165464213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4284171958165464213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4284171958165464213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is.html' title='today is...'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8703784150557960096</id><published>2010-01-03T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:55:47.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Concerts</title><content type='html'>So I have been to my fair share of live concerts, but I'm not sure any of them would qualify for what we call 'rock'.  I have however attended ones quite frequently in my living room.  Andy does play his guitar for me sometimes, and he would love it if I referred to him as a rock star, but I am talking about guitar hero nights in our house.  From seeing the posters, the stage, the costumes....or I guess the outfit is the proper term, the headbanging, and just the overall dancing of the crowd I'm intrigued.  Its quite fun.  First of all I get the best seat in town front row or front couch when Andy plays. I can enjoy the music and ridiculous dance moves from both the other performers/ audience on the screen without the whole BO, eardrum blowing noise, and disgusting ground (every concert I've ever been to has the floor covered with a sticky mess that has seemed to attract every fast food attainable in the proximity)  I have to say I quite enjoy this game.  Maybe I'm missing the point, but as I look forward to a few weeks with no work, while waiting for baby, I'm contemplating practicing my guitar skills so I can go and join Andy on stage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8703784150557960096?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8703784150557960096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8703784150557960096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8703784150557960096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8703784150557960096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/rock-concerts.html' title='Rock Concerts'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5829241762202914646</id><published>2009-12-31T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:15:19.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>So I guess I should write a blog reflecting on this past year and looking ahead to next year, but I'll save that for another day.  Today I just want  to share a monumental occasion with you all.  It is a  Carrozziere tradition to have a big lasagna dinner on New Years day.  This was started because it is my father's birthday and so he can request the meal for the day.  After years of having lasagna on his birthday it has become tradition.  In fact if he did request something else I'm not sure we would be able to accomedate it.  All of our taste buds have come accustom to welcoming in the new year with lasagna.  Now this isn't just a throw it together meal.  In fact, although my mother prepares each needed ingreditent even she is not allowed to put this dish together.  There is a perfect method and way to delicately make this savory dish.  In fact, when i was a little girl i remember feeling as if I had arrived when my dad needed to run and help my mother downstairs quickly and left me in charge of putting together a few layers.  He wasn't comfortable leaving anyone in charge, but after two or three years of apprenticing I got my chance to oversee a few layers on my own.  Every year my father and I would have a bonding time together of making his favorite birthday meal.  Well, with our little one arriving in just three to four weeks Andy and I were not able to travel home for the holidays this year.  I woke up today knowing that the new year was coming and if I wanted to welcome it properly I would have to take on the challenge myself.  So today after an hour of using every pot in my kitchen, creating a monumental mess of a perfectly clean kitchen, and sparing no counter space I concocted the very first Prescott new year's lasagna.  We even have people coming over tomorrow to share it with us.  I'm not sure they'll understand the significance...but I do.  I have to call my dad just to let him know we'll be celebrating with him tomorrow.  For all of those who are now starving after reading this blog, if you're in the area come on over the more the merrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5829241762202914646?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5829241762202914646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5829241762202914646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5829241762202914646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5829241762202914646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6364114883932645455</id><published>2009-12-29T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:54:23.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>So Andy and I were a bit taken back today.  We had two encounters that just made us think that maybe just maybe we've been seeing this customer/ retailer relationship a bit wrong.  You see I have always thought that they wanted me to shop with them, or use their services.  Not so sure anymore.  We opened our day by seeing a Tailor who only hemmed one sleeve on each of Andy's three suits.  When confronted with the mishap she insisted that his arms were uneven and that only one sleeve needed to be hemmed.  The three of us stood their looking at one sleeve showing part of the cuff of Andy's one shirt and the other showing no cuff.  Really really?? The manager was summoned and agreed with her Tailor.  To top this off the buttons she had sewed back on the sleeve, which had one been in a straight line now resembled the dance I like to call the worm.  We left with no refund and no service....and were quite stunned.  The second Tailor looked at the work done and laughed at what a mess it was.   We regaled her with our story and she also was stunned.  She seemed to think that both sleeves should be the same length and with that we agreed to let her have a go.  We were beginning to think that Canadians wear their right sleeve lower than the left...a fashion statement we haven't see in the USA yet.  &lt;br /&gt;As for story number two, we found ourselves window shopping in the mall today when to our surprise we came upon an unbelievable sale.  We should have taken that advice and realized it was unbelievable.  Seven racks of men shirts had signs of 40%-50% off.  Each rack looked as though the shirts had been seen by hundreds of people during the day.  They were all mixed  in together and some were hung, some folded, some thrown.   We were not deterred by this mess and quickly went to it trying on shirts, finding sizes.  We had to look through each rack carefully to find the exact colors.  In the end we had two burgundy shirts that would have been stunning on my handsome husband had we gotten them home.  At the register we were informed that these shirts are not on sale.  We politely tell the sales clerk where we found them and show him the signs.  He informs us that only the old shirts are on sale and these are two of the new ones.  We asked him to tell us which ones were new and which ones were old, he couldn't.  He said he couldn't tell the difference and that maybe it was the spring colors that determined the new spring line that was out.  We looked down and our deep burgundy shirts and once again were speechless.  The manager again was called and wished us a Happy New Year but wouldn't give us the discount.  Once again Andy and I thought that maybe we should open a store up here...give the people some service, actually advertise correctly, wear our suits like Americans (both sleeves even)...I think we would do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6364114883932645455?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6364114883932645455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6364114883932645455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6364114883932645455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6364114883932645455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3117730799744323649</id><published>2009-12-21T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:15:50.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Bopper</title><content type='html'>So spelling aside my daughter seems to be what Andy lovingly refers to as a be-bopper.  I'm not sure what we are in store for.   Either this little girl has six legs and four arms or she is all over the place all the time.  I was singing on worship team this past Sunday and found myself holding my stomach just so that all the poking and prodding wouldn't distract the congregation.  She might be dancing, she might be practicing  her baseball swing, but either way there is just not enough room in there for her to practice.  I think she gets frustrated and then just starts punching in every direction.  With that said who would like to volunteer for baby sitting this little one????  We are so excited and with Andy as a dad who could expect anything but a very active little girl...as Andy said she is a be-bopper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3117730799744323649?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3117730799744323649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3117730799744323649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3117730799744323649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3117730799744323649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-bopper.html' title='Be Bopper'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4363223286321925644</id><published>2009-12-08T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:32:07.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pnFmRkcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Vyss2htUX2k/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pnFmRkcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Vyss2htUX2k/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412950291128619458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pmgvjlWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iZ_aH0rBVJw/s1600-h/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pmgvjlWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iZ_aH0rBVJw/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412950281235436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pmEPnGOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VZXwF-46A7k/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pmEPnGOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VZXwF-46A7k/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412950273585256674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o7CgRglI/AAAAAAAAAMI/siADBAzJ3OY/s1600-h/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o7CgRglI/AAAAAAAAAMI/siADBAzJ3OY/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412949534383899218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o6TUJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TrSNSIuX7HY/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o6TUJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TrSNSIuX7HY/s320/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412949521716602514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o5qv0ABI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wFHzN4Ya65U/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o5qv0ABI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wFHzN4Ya65U/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412949510826754066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o5LiqBlI/AAAAAAAAALw/4gV9sUuJe3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6o5LiqBlI/AAAAAAAAALw/4gV9sUuJe3Q/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412949502450075218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have been trying to be very diligent about getting our nursery up and running...well not running yet but prepared to.  So I know I have been behind in my postings.  Last night I found time to decorate our place for the holiday season.  The tree comes tonight, so be ready for those pictures next !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4363223286321925644?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4363223286321925644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4363223286321925644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4363223286321925644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4363223286321925644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season.html' title='Christmas Season'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sx6pnFmRkcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Vyss2htUX2k/s72-c/IMG_1969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1699782630506594022</id><published>2009-11-18T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:31:28.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to come</title><content type='html'>So God graciously gives us nine months to prepare for the little bundle of joy He sends our way.  In our case this was necessary.  I am only a few short months away from her arrival and I feel like nothing is done.  So this week we decided to get our act together and start making some decisions and purchases.  The most important ones being a new car, since we only have a coupe between the two of us, a parking spot to put the car in, a crib, a bassinet, and a dresser.  So far we have succeed in  buying a crib, a matching dresser, and we think a car.  We still need to sign on the dotted line, but the decision is made.  After a bit of a frustrating weekend we also managed to get rid of two of our three couches so that we have a room to put the baby in.  Rachel lovingly calls this her room, since it was where she slept when she came, but I think the crib officially makes it Angela's room now.  As soon as things are a little more in place I will take pictures to show it off.  All through this process I am continually amazed at just how different men and women are.  Things that seem so important to me or get so blown out of proportion (like thinking the crib may not come in until her due date) are just taken by Andy in a casual no stress way.  In the same light things that seem rather unthought of by Andy ( having cute pictures on the nursery walls ) have come up on my radar as very necessary.   Thank God that we balance each other out.  I think that may have been the plan from the beginning.  In the end our little girl will have a nursery filled with furniture (that is here before her), decorated beautifully, and hopefully this will all be done in a non-anxious manner.  I'll keep you all posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1699782630506594022?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1699782630506594022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1699782630506594022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1699782630506594022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1699782630506594022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-come.html' title='Things to come'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3794863023765377587</id><published>2009-11-11T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:02:55.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MT Carrozziere</title><content type='html'>He was known by so many names.  Boo, Boo Bird, Roo, Mick, Mick-a-rooney, Mick-a-roo, Mickers, and of course his given name Mickey Tyler Carrozziere.  The Tyler was put in by Rachel who insisted that Tyler should have been a first name, but if it had to be voted down then it should at least be included as a second name.  We all agreed of course knowing that any formal name should have a middle  initial to go with it.  To us he was  brother, a son, a boy to do things with on a boys night (which usually meant dad and Mick watching football with popcorn).  The Carrozziere's have a way of dramatizing everything, but in this case Mickey really fit each role; we weren't making them up for him.  He learned to value real sauce over canned anything and usually would refuse to eat unless some marinara was mixed in.   He learned the art of hearing a car pull in and being at the door to greet its passenger; however if the passenger happened to be mom Mickey's excitement tripled.  No one held a higher place in his heart than mom.  He adored her and would perk up his ears at even the mention of her name.  If someones voice got too loud around her or he felt that she was put in danger he was sure to come to her rescue even if it was just dad trying to give mom a hug.  On Christmas morning he too had to be held back at the stairs told to wait until he could devour his stocking's surprises...and on many occasions he found a way to slip past the blockade and run right towards the presents.  He knew how to open presents as well, tearing the paper with his teeth. Of course this tradition was started at his first birthday party where the neighborhood animals and cousin's pets were invited.  We had quite the turn out with every animal attending with a gift and participating in party games.   Mickey was a perfect fit into our family.  Mom and dad didn't know he was coming so soon, but their three teenage girls were so persistent that a we were missing a vital piece to our clan that they allowed the afternoon trip out to Cortland to look at puppies.  Mickey came right up to me and licked my hand; from that moment on he was a part of our entourage, and a loved family member.   When Andy and I started to talk about marriage I told him that not only did he have to meet my sisters and parents but also Mickey.  Andy's proposal was a surprise because  he had flown to NY without me knowing it.  He has spoken to my father in person and then flew back to Houston ready to give me a ring.  His opening line was that he had met someone I had been wanting him to get acquainted with.  Having no idea he had made this trip I was utterly confused; when he pulled out this picture I knew he had finally met the last family member and gotten his approval.  ( As well as my dad's ok) So in a way Mickey is the reason I have such a fun proposal story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SvrZ5l1aATI/AAAAAAAAALg/B6Wv--s7-kw/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SvrZ5l1aATI/AAAAAAAAALg/B6Wv--s7-kw/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402870286416216370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will be able to replace his presence  in our household, and he will be deeply missed.  We are so grateful for the amazing memories we have, and for the joy God gave us in sharing our lives with him.  For those of you who also believe that all dogs go to heaven you'll have to come meet him when you get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3794863023765377587?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3794863023765377587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3794863023765377587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3794863023765377587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3794863023765377587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/11/mt-carrozziere.html' title='MT Carrozziere'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SvrZ5l1aATI/AAAAAAAAALg/B6Wv--s7-kw/s72-c/IMG_0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5159943912746278795</id><published>2009-11-09T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:21:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some beautiful Fall pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>I just love fall!  Here are some more pictures from New York: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kKaGzKbI/AAAAAAAAALI/lGMk8c8R6o4/s1600-h/ny+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kKaGzKbI/AAAAAAAAALI/lGMk8c8R6o4/s320/ny+19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394718796117387698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kJaxsOYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zAq0JFn-wck/s1600-h/ny+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kJaxsOYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zAq0JFn-wck/s320/ny+16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394718779117418882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ij53BFUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dL1jkT9gPww/s1600-h/ny+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ij53BFUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dL1jkT9gPww/s320/ny+15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717035114599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ijfRU5qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/r3GwcLCvyYk/s1600-h/ny+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ijfRU5qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/r3GwcLCvyYk/s320/ny+14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717027977193122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ii0MjRFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XeYpypDiWoA/s1600-h/ny+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ii0MjRFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XeYpypDiWoA/s320/ny+13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717016414438482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3iiLpwCPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LOyl8zVwAYw/s1600-h/ny+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3iiLpwCPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LOyl8zVwAYw/s320/ny+12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394717005531056370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ihsUDv_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TDesBmNRpm4/s1600-h/ny+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3ihsUDv_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TDesBmNRpm4/s320/ny+11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394716997118574578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3hXop5jII/AAAAAAAAAKI/1ErW-ednAGU/s1600-h/ny+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3hXop5jII/AAAAAAAAAKI/1ErW-ednAGU/s320/ny+10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394715724826119298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5159943912746278795?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5159943912746278795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5159943912746278795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5159943912746278795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5159943912746278795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-beautiful-fall-pictures.html' title='Just some beautiful Fall pictures!!!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kKaGzKbI/AAAAAAAAALI/lGMk8c8R6o4/s72-c/ny+19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6753575027018940698</id><published>2009-11-09T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:17:35.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York!!!</title><content type='html'>So, life has been very exciting lately.  After spending ten days with the Prescott's Andy and I took a trip to New York to spend some quality time with the Carrozziere's.  Some of the hightlights where a Thanksgiving dinner, a Christmas Morning (since Andy and I won't be there for the real thing), apple picking, hiking, and we even found time to try some of our frozen wedding cake; (my mom still had it in the freezer for our 1st year anniversary; but it wasn't as good as it was a year ago)  My mother and sisters, also threw me a beautiful baby shower which was the theme of a tea party.  I haven't had a tea party in years....it was a blast.   Here are some of the pictures highlighting our  trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kLWU3UJI/AAAAAAAAALY/zkc87PxBKnA/s1600-h/ny+24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kLWU3UJI/AAAAAAAAALY/zkc87PxBKnA/s320/ny+24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394718812282507410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kK5WyEhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vvc9IfHnPe0/s1600-h/ny+20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kK5WyEhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vvc9IfHnPe0/s320/ny+20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394718804505924114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kJwqSLKI/AAAAAAAAALA/PBhE6nTC_dM/s1600-h/ny+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kJwqSLKI/AAAAAAAAALA/PBhE6nTC_dM/s320/ny+18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394718784991931554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3hVLn3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Oyo2fpf_zUY/s1600-h/ny+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3hVLn3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Oyo2fpf_zUY/s320/ny+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394715682673223634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Stzof_76ySI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9wuPG8JqJ20/s1600-h/ny+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Stzof_76ySI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9wuPG8JqJ20/s320/ny+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394442090119350562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/StzofLib1UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mRjz1h9xMOc/s1600-h/ny+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/StzofLib1UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mRjz1h9xMOc/s320/ny+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394442076053820738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6753575027018940698?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6753575027018940698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6753575027018940698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6753575027018940698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6753575027018940698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-york.html' title='New York!!!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/St3kLWU3UJI/AAAAAAAAALY/zkc87PxBKnA/s72-c/ny+24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4705040927968601707</id><published>2009-10-03T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:02.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Canada</title><content type='html'>So it is only October 3rd and I guess in Canada it means snow time.  I don't if I've experienced snow this early in the year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Ssd-DZ3kivI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_QCCrWmkJ8A/s1600-h/winter+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Ssd-DZ3kivI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_QCCrWmkJ8A/s320/winter+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388414076120763122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Ssd-C4jnBUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z960GDeqE2Y/s1600-h/winter+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Ssd-C4jnBUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z960GDeqE2Y/s320/winter+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388414067178669378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4705040927968601707?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4705040927968601707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4705040927968601707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4705040927968601707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4705040927968601707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-canada.html' title='OH Canada'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Ssd-DZ3kivI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_QCCrWmkJ8A/s72-c/winter+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5817974620537112146</id><published>2009-10-02T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:45:21.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating a New Season</title><content type='html'>So today I looked around my house and was overwhelmed by the mess.  I had decided today was the day that everything had to be unpacked and put where it belongs.  I was tired of tripping over clothes and suitcases while setting the table for dinner, or having to come into the living room every morning to find a clean shirt.  Sadly messes like this happen to have a tendency to grow.  What seemed manageable a few days ago was now completely out of control.  To help bring motivation to the situation I started my task by making a trip to Michaels craft store.   Yes, I did bring more stuff into the mess (ribbon, pumpkins, leaves, flowers, vases) but it gave me a good goal to keep in mind.  You see I couldn't unpack my new things until everything else had been put in place.  Since I've been married, and I guess since I've had my own place, I've seen a new side of myself.  I like to decorate.  Granted I'm not particularly talented in this area and usually steal ideas from a friend whose living room or kitchen I admired, however I figure practice can't hurt.  Besides my little apartment needs some festive fall decor.  Surprisingly our mess which really by the right person could have been called a work of art, only took an hour to disassemble leaving me plenty of time to play around with some decorating ideas.  Here is how it ended up!  Believe it or not I bought everything separate and pieced what you see together ( OK to some this isn't a feat...but it took some work) I wish I could have you all over for a cup of hot apple cider, but alas Canada doesn't know about cider yet and many of you are too far for a quick trip.  So here are some pictures for you to see how we are celebrating fall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsaeUnvDigI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TDUcSutGxW4/s1600-h/fall+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsaeUnvDigI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TDUcSutGxW4/s320/fall+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388168081296296450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadE94T04I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CiRoJ4Vtfk8/s1600-h/fall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadE94T04I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CiRoJ4Vtfk8/s320/fall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166712851157890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadD2hOx5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lFcHHiZ4gdY/s1600-h/fall+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadD2hOx5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lFcHHiZ4gdY/s320/fall+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166693695440786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadDV-7fCI/AAAAAAAAAII/r8vuV4a8QcE/s1600-h/fall+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadDV-7fCI/AAAAAAAAAII/r8vuV4a8QcE/s320/fall+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166684961635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadCxiBqBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JoqsZq7XK9U/s1600-h/fall+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsadCxiBqBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JoqsZq7XK9U/s320/fall+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166675176728594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5817974620537112146?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5817974620537112146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5817974620537112146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5817974620537112146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5817974620537112146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-new-season.html' title='Celebrating a New Season'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsaeUnvDigI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TDUcSutGxW4/s72-c/fall+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1173757163590152141</id><published>2009-10-01T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:43:49.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back-to-back-to-back</title><content type='html'>booyah!  NL East Champs three years running!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the golden age of Phillies baseball is upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1173757163590152141?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1173757163590152141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1173757163590152141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1173757163590152141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1173757163590152141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-back-to-back.html' title='back-to-back-to-back'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5287905580538861461</id><published>2009-10-01T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:03:03.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we had so much fun at the wedding that we forgot to take pictures...but well here are the few we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJZ74MpfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Njhz4R5nPzc/s1600-h/wedding+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJZ74MpfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Njhz4R5nPzc/s320/wedding+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387722870393447922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely sister-in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJZNwCLcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8UagFhW6h-U/s1600-h/wedding+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJZNwCLcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8UagFhW6h-U/s320/wedding+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387722858011176386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJYaCibXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3neBcFhnuqk/s1600-h/wedding+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJYaCibXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3neBcFhnuqk/s320/wedding+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387722844130143602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUKtVu8m7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0krHLtLf3fo/s1600-h/wedding+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUKtVu8m7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0krHLtLf3fo/s320/wedding+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724303263112114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a handsome couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJXVpfo9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VknmTo-eLJg/s1600-h/wedding+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJXVpfo9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VknmTo-eLJg/s320/wedding+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387722825771492306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5287905580538861461?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5287905580538861461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5287905580538861461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5287905580538861461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5287905580538861461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-we-had-so-much-fun-at-wedding-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SsUJZ74MpfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Njhz4R5nPzc/s72-c/wedding+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8331553383879014809</id><published>2009-09-29T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:54:47.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of Autumn</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year! Everything is changing and smells so fresh. It makes me want to go apple picking, eat donuts with hot apple cider and go for long walks.  Anyone else feel that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8331553383879014809?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8331553383879014809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8331553383879014809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8331553383879014809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8331553383879014809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/smell-of-autumn.html' title='The smell of Autumn'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4120402153887228945</id><published>2009-09-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:53:28.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>So this past week Andy and I spent 15 hours on a plane.  Did we fly to Europe you say? Nope just over to Philly for the week.  The trip was a bit taxing, but you couldn't beat the price, so we just caught up on our reading and sleeping.  Going home is always a bit bittersweet for us.  We both are so close to our families that we find ourselves counting down the hours and being devastated when it is time to leave.  If you've lived far from family you'll understand this.  Not that our family doesn't miss us just as much, but I find myself treasuring each conversation and hour so much more knowing that I won't be a part of it next week.  This past trip we went for 9 days with the main event being Michelle (Andy's sister) marring our new brother-in-law Dave.  Weddings can be times of craziness, but also such memories.  It was so much fun just to be together as a family and be able to see everyone all in one place.  The wedding was in Ocean City, NJ which was so fun for me since I had never been there before.  What a fun place! I told Andy that we're going to have to make a point of going back.  As for the rest of the week it all went by much to fast. Being in my 23rd week of pregnancy, I was very excited to have a good week.  I really didn't get sick very much!!! I am paying for that today, but hopefully my body will calm down after a day of napping and taking it easy.  I plan to stay on the couch for the rest of the day and try to keep something down....this is a bit hard considering the tornado that seemed to hit our apartment over the last two days.  Why is it that unpacking is so much harder than packing? It takes me two minutes to pack and at least a week to get things back in order when I get home.  I'll try to find the camera soon and share the pictures from the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4120402153887228945?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4120402153887228945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4120402153887228945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4120402153887228945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4120402153887228945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7749557221636782136</id><published>2009-09-14T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:11:13.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy UnBirthday to Andy</title><content type='html'>Today started out as one of those days that just needed cheering up.  Nothing major brought on the rain clouds, but we woke up with them there.  So mid afternoon I decided that we needed something fun for dinner.  Andy's birthday is coming on quick, but we will be celebrating this year in New Jersey with his family SOOOOOO I decided tonight was the perfect day to  celebrate his 28th birthday just the two of us.  It started with Andy's favorite dinner ( I tell him I'll make anything he wants and he still asks for BLT's every year...which is easy for me!!) and of course birthday cake (well I tried I can't in good conscience call it a cake....maybe a german chocolate crumble) and of course a present.  To top the night off the Buffalo Bills decided to play a great game...just to make us smile! Wow! What a night!  Well, we're off to eat that cake...crumble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7749557221636782136?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7749557221636782136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7749557221636782136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7749557221636782136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7749557221636782136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-unbirthday-to-andy.html' title='Happy UnBirthday to Andy'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4554646929358543201</id><published>2009-09-13T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:30:27.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>The trees are changing colors, I"m craving hot cider, and baseball is suddenly getting very exciting.  Yup its that time of year again....fall! I love this time of year.  Everything seems to take on a new crispness (for lack of a clearer description)  I actually begin to anticipate the change of seasons and get excited for what is ahead.  We have much to look forward to in  the next few months.  Both Andy, and I will celebrate our 28th year on earth, we will be taking holidays with both families a bit early this year, my sister-in-law gets married in less than two weeks :), and the Phillies may just repeat their victory of last October.  So much to look forward to.  I plan to be better at capturing our adventures on film so that you can all share as well.  Today we have celebrated the opening of football season by watching all three games (even though one of those is baseball).  So I have abandoned my post by choosing to write ya'll ( see I've still got a bit of Houston in me ) so I better go back to my cheering section! Stay tuned for the adventures ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps In anticipation for our exciting year ahead ( I measure years by school calendars...I know I know January is what the rest of the world goes by...but anyway) we have changed the look of our blog.  I think it looks a bit more Canadian :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4554646929358543201?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4554646929358543201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4554646929358543201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4554646929358543201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4554646929358543201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8148734388306034213</id><published>2009-09-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:00:16.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time  Summer time Sum Sum Summer time</title><content type='html'>So the real question is where did summer go? I know that I woke up yesterday knowing that I had two months off and then this  morning had a work schedule in place.  Is it really September already? Did football really start today? I must admit I missed the summer of 2009.  Just like in one of those movies where the lead character wakes up 10 years later its just that in my situation I missed my long awaited vacation.   So I guess the real question is what did I do this summer that made it pass by so quickly.  Well, the first week of freedom was met with visitors hailing from the west and east.  Andy's parents as well as our good friends from Houston (Ben and Lauren) came up to Calgary to see the sights...and maybe us too.  We had a great week taking in the mountains, stampede, and playing Settlers of Catan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnDZtycOhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jQhl699OPLk/s1600-h/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnDZtycOhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jQhl699OPLk/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380046076426074642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was when we had a fire "drill" in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnEuCqyPmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DnxpvUBy3IE/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnEuCqyPmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DnxpvUBy3IE/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380047525140119138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olympic Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnFXcc9LWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8B_-1mOd2Qw/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnFXcc9LWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8B_-1mOd2Qw/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380048236436073826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnEtDeEt3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/1Gwsk1KffAY/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnEtDeEt3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/1Gwsk1KffAY/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380047508175370098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnEth6TauI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Em2FEfbQBgg/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnEth6TauI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Em2FEfbQBgg/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380047516346837730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stampede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It passed much too quickly and soon our little apartment seemed to quiet.  To ease the pain of their departure we ventured to New Jersey the following weekend to attend one of Andy's high school friend's wedding.  Although he had to go back for work I spent the following week in Rochester with my family.  After that our roller coaster was in full swing.  There was a week of VBS followed by a week long visit from one of my favorite sister-in-laws Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnGO6O6BoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vyrnSMmk4Qk/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnGO6O6BoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vyrnSMmk4Qk/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049189323015810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnGOR9vleI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q1g7EcBHrQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnGOR9vleI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q1g7EcBHrQQ/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049178513610210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnGN7RCAVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tU9EYD-UHfE/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnGN7RCAVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tU9EYD-UHfE/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049172420493650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and then a week long trip to Michigan where I caught up with old roomates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnG3DZrxaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SvxW4UAwqA8/s1600-h/roomates.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnG3DZrxaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SvxW4UAwqA8/s320/roomates.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049878978905506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnG2pu8i0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/u6g2TYlGlyY/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnG2pu8i0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/u6g2TYlGlyY/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049872088763202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and taught dance from dawn till dusk.    In between we managed to fit a few backyard BBQ's, two visits to the emergency room, playing in a baseball (softball just to clarify for Andy's sake) league, camping, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnIbqNt0zI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Fj4NECiqp6c/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnIbqNt0zI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Fj4NECiqp6c/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051607384609586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnIbL1qlAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gf9750DadUY/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnIbL1qlAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gf9750DadUY/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051599230669826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teaching dance classes in Calgary, and finally finding out our little surprise is a little pink surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnIcVBwh5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aLHt2Hs0VfY/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnIcVBwh5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aLHt2Hs0VfY/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051618877179794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least she will be wearing pink to dance class...(we found out we are having a little girl in January for those of you who don't know yet.)  All in all a great summer, but it felt more like an exciting dream than two months of activity.  As for this blog, I have failed in my attempt to keep it going.  Alas, no need to worry it will survive the fall.  To those who have been praying for me this summer: Thank you so much! I have needed the prayers and they were worth more than you know.  I am so glad that I can look back at this summer with happy memories, but also that it is in the past.  Morning sickness was not expected to that degree and all I can say is that I am so grateful for the mercy that I have found in the past two weeks.  Our little girl is doing very well, and has at least at this point started to like some of the food I'm giving her.  She still isn't a fan of pork chops so we may just wait till she is older to try those again :) but at least she likes spaghetti now!  I knew she'd come around.  Anyway, I felt a bit as if Andy had lost a wife this summer, and that I had let my friends down as well.  I am so grateful for the love and support you all showed....I do feel as if I am back...and ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8148734388306034213?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8148734388306034213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8148734388306034213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8148734388306034213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8148734388306034213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-time-summer-time-sum-sum-summer.html' title='Summer time  Summer time Sum Sum Summer time'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SqnDZtycOhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jQhl699OPLk/s72-c/IMG_0643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-555600622964502056</id><published>2009-06-26T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:50:12.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>I have come to find that every morning reveals a surprise these days.  Each day seems to have new adventures and challenges along the way.  I have tried to tell many people over e-mail or phone conversations...but for those of you who don't know yet I want you to know too...so here it goes... Andy and I will be welcoming a new member to our family come this January.  We are so excited, and feel like the adventure has already started.  We found out quite early and quickly after I started joining into the wonderful world of morning sickness.  God gives me the strength each day and each morning I awake to another dose of His grace.  With that said I thought I would share some of the discoveries I've made while being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-everything has a smell...yes even ice tea or Gatorade&lt;br /&gt;-chicken is one of the most disgusting foods I have ever heard of&lt;br /&gt;-if you don't do laundry you run out of clothes&lt;br /&gt;-three naps a day can be done and you can still get a good nights sleep&lt;br /&gt;-throwing up is a natural part of a day...no worries&lt;br /&gt;-daily food changes its taste..hmmmmm or at least its appeal changes&lt;br /&gt;-telling people you don't feel well inspires people to tell you horror stories about their best friend who was sicker than you...not comforting&lt;br /&gt;-you can be hungry anytime of day even right after a meal&lt;br /&gt;-Canadian doctors are in no rush to meet their patients&lt;br /&gt;-throwing up is a great sign of health ...hmmm for baby I guess...but I may need this one explained again&lt;br /&gt;-whoever came up with preggo pops should be kissed&lt;br /&gt;-coffee never sounded so good&lt;br /&gt;-if you don't cook its hard to have dinner&lt;br /&gt;-teaching your husband to cook can be fun and entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope none of these sound like I'm complaining...I simply wanted to share my discoveries....like I said it has been an adventure...one I am very happy to be on! I will continue to keep you all posted....so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-555600622964502056?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/555600622964502056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=555600622964502056' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/555600622964502056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/555600622964502056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6023887002251673950</id><published>2009-06-17T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:11:42.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada's Funniest Kindergarten Story</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I haven't written in a while.  We have had quite an exciting month with so much going on it will take me quite a while to update you all.  So I promise to do so soon...very soon.  Yesterday was my last day of kindergarten with the kids and I only have three more days at the school, so hopefully I will be able to find some time to blog.  As for now I just had to share a quick story that had me rolling  on the floor laughing when I retold Andy at dinner.  At the moment it happened I had to keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who aren't aware I am a paraprofessional in a kindergarten classroom here in Calgary.  Yesterday was our last day of class and I was quickly trying to mark papers that needed to go home while Lynda, the lead teacher, taught our Bible lesson.  She was just about finished when one of our little girls asked to teach the class a song.   She informed  us that her older sister learned it at camp and that it was a Christian song.  Lynda, graciously said yes and allowed her to teach us the song and the actions.   As soon as I heard the first words I looked up hoping Lynda knew the song.  She didn't.  I have been involved in many summer camps and knew the song well....I never knew there was a Christian version...but then again I guess I didn't know the last three verses.  I'll put in parenthesis where I thought the song ended.  If you can imagine the entire kindergarten class singing along as our little ieader sang out the words and showed all the motions.  Even Lynda was participating...and really how can you stop the song once you've started....I just sat in the back and laughed watching Lynda sing and act out the song.  She didn't see what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Momma shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Daddy shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Daddy shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Baby shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Baby shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Grandma shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Grandma shark ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a swimmer ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Here's a swimmer ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Lose an arm ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Lose an arm  ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;( I thought it ended 'happy shark ba ba babab' or 'got away ba ba bababa'...i guess I was wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose a leg ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Lose a leg ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Hearts a pumping ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Hearts a pumping ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Hearts slowing ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Hearts slowing ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here is the Christian part..which is why it is appropriate for Bible time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jesus ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jesus ba ba bababa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled  and then sat down.  Lynda just looked at me and said "Well I guess we did talk about Jesus in the song."&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll be allowing anymore teaching of songs during Bible time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6023887002251673950?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6023887002251673950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6023887002251673950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6023887002251673950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6023887002251673950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/canadas-funniest-kindergarten-story.html' title='Canada&apos;s Funniest Kindergarten Story'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3686961786901110127</id><published>2009-05-15T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:48:13.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are little people</title><content type='html'>So have you all heard of the band They Might Be Giants?  I love them! I guess love can be misinterpreted; I laugh out loud almost every time I hear a new song.  I smile at the thought of putting in thier CD. I would enjoy a Phillies game even more (which is a tall order) when they are playing in the background.  What genius being used in such a ridiculously brilliant way. How can you ignore a band that has titles such as 'Birdhouse in Your Soul', Istanbul ( Not Constantinople)', 'Doctor Worm', and lets not forget 'Particle Man'.  I especially like the lyrics "So if you've a date in Constantinople, She'll be waiting in Istanbul"  hmmm...ahhh....how true, how true....&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion if you don't know what to do with your day, bored and just sitting staring into space, or maybe just needing a pick me up (since you've exhausted your coffee supply)....  Just pop these guys in and off you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3686961786901110127?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3686961786901110127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3686961786901110127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3686961786901110127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3686961786901110127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-little-people.html' title='We are little people'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-459629368273230211</id><published>2009-05-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:01:43.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this past month has been very exciting in the Prescott's household.  Rachel came up here to visit us.  She was able to stay here for about a week and a half.  So she got the uncensored version of living in Calgary...a bit of snow, sunshine, rain, mountains, and water.  We had a great week, and loved being able to spend time with her.  We spent most of our time talking (which Andy says we are very good at) and dreaming about living someday in the same city let alone same country.  We spent sometime shopping and found an Orange Julius which use to be a childhood favorite so of course we had to buy some and then document it with a photo.  We also gave her the tour of Calgary which included the bar right out of the movie 'Cool Runnings' It even has the bobsled sticking out from the side of it.   I found out that in the beginning of the week Rachel wasn't too impressed with Calgary (personally I think the snow had something to do with that) but just to show her our beautiful backyard we took her to Banff for a day.  We spent time hiking (don't worry we didn't meet any mountain lions...which Andy and Rachel weren't scared of running into....weird) and made a stop at the hot springs as well.  I also made Rachel taste Turkish Delight, both of us don't care for it much...which I already knew about me, but I had to participate in her first try.  Other highlights of the week included a few days in kindergarten, where Rachel was warmly recieved, watching a Phils game, playing in a baseball game (Rachel played 2nd for an inning and was an allstar), and a dramatic trip to the ER.  I happen to have a very emotional and well dramatic personality so although I did need to go to the ER (  I had some complications with my eye surgery I had had a few days before) I might  also have been trying to impress my actress sister just a little with my drama.  Anyway, all in all we had a great time, and we hope Rachel thought so as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3EU5NtNHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sp7zBXqhKG4/s1600-h/zoom+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3EU5NtNHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sp7zBXqhKG4/s320/zoom+pic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336136996738643058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3CctroTYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oeJ9NnR5cvw/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3CctroTYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oeJ9NnR5cvw/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336134932058623362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3A7XBLfcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GUHojgRusCE/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3A7XBLfcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GUHojgRusCE/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336133259527683522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3A7Lei8LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b0VwOmI-06c/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3A7Lei8LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b0VwOmI-06c/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336133256429629618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3A64OGBDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d1-2u-G_NKY/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3A64OGBDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d1-2u-G_NKY/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336133251260351538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-459629368273230211?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/459629368273230211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=459629368273230211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/459629368273230211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/459629368273230211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-past-month-has-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Sg3EU5NtNHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sp7zBXqhKG4/s72-c/zoom+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7901652757103443531</id><published>2009-04-17T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:44:58.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>So a few of you have responded to my request for recipes!! So I have tried to compile them and would be willing to send them to anyone who is interested.  Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7901652757103443531?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7901652757103443531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7901652757103443531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7901652757103443531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7901652757103443531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3117046321280671133</id><published>2009-04-17T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:42:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>So we aren't big picture takers...so I guess I'll just have to describe our weekend.  We flew home to Rochester, NY for Easter weekend, and in doing so spent almost as much time in the air as we did visiting family.  We were reminded this week, just how blessed we are with incredible family.  We got in around dinner time on Friday night with just enough time to eat dinner and color Easter eggs.  Saturday morning it was off to visit the Carrozziere's and spend some time with my little cousin's Peter and Sarina.  It was such a quick weekend, but we were so glad to be able to spend time with everyone.  Saturday afternoon my friends Matt and Kristen came over with their son Noah.  I am always excited to hear what is going on in their lives and wanted to give them my full attention...but Noah is so adorable I just kept getting distracted playing with him.   I think our picture together looks great!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeixcCc16zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wyl5vFnB9rE/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeixcCc16zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wyl5vFnB9rE/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701654617910066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after playing with Noah a bit we made lazania and visited some more.  Saturday night we were off to The Father's House which is the church my sister Andrea goes to.  She was dancing in all of the Easter services.  She choreographed  and danced in a very powerful number that incorporated modern dance into the service!!!! I love seeing good art being a part of worship.  We all had a late night dinner and went to bed exhausted.  Easter morning started with Andy, mom, and myself having a leisure and incredibly delicious breakfast.  Andy and I also looked through our Easter basket and were thrilled to see that my mom still likes to dote on us as if we were little.  Andy got a chocolate baseball glove and I got a chocolate foot...hmmm so fun!  Then is was off to Joy Community Church were we saw family friends and a very powerful Easter service.  The highlight was to finally see my father sing in the choir.  I had been hearing about it for a month or so and was excited to see it all come together.  The rest of the day was spent with the Marion family (my mother's side) eating, eating, talking, and eating.  We had such a great time being able to talk and visit with everyone.  Monday morning we said our goodbyes and embarked on a journey that should have ended us in Europe (9 hours on a plane) but got us only to Canada...oh well we slept well that night.  What an amazing way to celebrate what God has done for us.  We have been so blessed by Him in our lives and it was incredible to be with family while we celebrated His love, forgiveness, and grace for us.  I also think I am over my fear of flying.  God uses his grace to comfort us...and 9 hour flights to help us practice knowing his love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3117046321280671133?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3117046321280671133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3117046321280671133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3117046321280671133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3117046321280671133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeixcCc16zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wyl5vFnB9rE/s72-c/IMG_1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1613946308893311990</id><published>2009-04-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:25:38.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeipaZyvbwI/AAAAAAAAADk/KROEg2EtfkY/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeipaZyvbwI/AAAAAAAAADk/KROEg2EtfkY/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325692830431014658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this was a while ago but I had to post our pictures.  At the beginning of March, Andy and I were able to go back to Houston to visit some of our friends.  We are so blessed to have such a strong community their and we were so excited to see everyone.  The weekend was too quick, but we packed it full and got to see so many people.  We love you all...and miss you.  Here is the picture we took at Ben and Lauren's house....even Layla and Heidi wanted to be a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeiqXCPFZ2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4IyeAuI19F8/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeiqXCPFZ2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4IyeAuI19F8/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693872079464290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeiqW33O6CI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YowlTtAW7Ys/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeiqW33O6CI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YowlTtAW7Ys/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693869295069218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeiqWnER4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/6jYX0Lg8lnY/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeiqWnER4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/6jYX0Lg8lnY/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693864786387266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Houston, Andy, Gurley, and I got a full tour of the Fire Station Ben works at.  Andy had quite a bit of fun!  I think he looks great!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Seis_GRxw7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WvcgUbQPQpc/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Seis_GRxw7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WvcgUbQPQpc/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325696759382524850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Seisidi_kZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yJAPSO29Yjk/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/Seisidi_kZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yJAPSO29Yjk/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325696267412541842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeisiKp0koI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UFU-TVFA6-A/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeisiKp0koI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UFU-TVFA6-A/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325696262340907650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we also took time to go and see the Houston Zoo.  We went with friends from work and Ben and Lauren.  We took Julia and Lily (our friends Jon and Meredith's daughters)  on the merry-go-round.  I'm not sure when the last time was that I had been on one,  but I had forgotten just how fun they were.  Julia also confessed that she is no longer afraid of Andy...:) like he could scare anyone...anyway, we had to take a picture with her and her sister lily just to remind us just how cute they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1613946308893311990?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1613946308893311990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1613946308893311990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1613946308893311990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1613946308893311990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SeipaZyvbwI/AAAAAAAAADk/KROEg2EtfkY/s72-c/IMG_1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7580800400356818099</id><published>2009-03-25T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:28:32.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports 101</title><content type='html'>OK, so I'm no expert yet....BUT I'm learning.  Since I've married Andy I have been privileged to have private lessons (daily) on sports terminology, game rules, team names and logos, player statistics, and the class includes a (nightly) practicum which involves watching games intensely.  So far I have to say I've been doing very well. I can name every player on the 2008 Phillies team and what positions they play. I own an Eagles jersey (thanks Zoom), and have been watching the Flyers have an exciting season.  I'm not that into basketball....thank goodness neither is Andy.....anyway, I've been living in Canada for eight months now so the lessons are starting to revolve around hockey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always enjoyed the sport of hockey, and have even gone to the occasional game.  I want to be a true fan....the problem seems to be that I'm just not fast enough to watch the game.  I try as hard as I can to really follow what is happening.  Andy is great at sound effects and he is animating each play....but I can't seem to find the puck.  Everyone seems to skating fast towards the net and just when I'm focused on the goalie everyone turns and skates away.  I see something fly through the air and someone grabs it with their hand throws it down on the ice (that's allowed? who knew?) and it disappears again.  I keep my head moving left and right with the crowd...but honestly I'm missing it.  Good thing baseball season is only 1 1/2 weeks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7580800400356818099?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7580800400356818099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7580800400356818099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7580800400356818099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7580800400356818099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-101.html' title='Sports 101'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2182393992328662700</id><published>2009-03-23T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:11:16.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Rotation</title><content type='html'>So it has been way to long since I posted a blog.  I am now officially on Spring Break (for two whole weeks!!!!) So hopefully  I will daily be filling you all in on our lives the past few weeks.  Today  I decided to sleep in.  There are weeks at a time when each day there is a reason to wake up bright and early.  For those of you with children I guess we could say there are years at a time :)  Well, I'm not there yet and still enjoy the random day that I can stay in bed until noon.  I didn't stay in bed quite that long today, but I'm still in my pj's so what does that say?  Anyway, I'm hoping to accomplish a few goals during this time off.  One of which I think should be fun...and I wanted to invite you to help me with.  I am trying to put together a list of recipes to rotate through each ..week...month...however it works out.  So, if you have a favorite recipe please send it my way.  Many people gave me recipes when I first got married.  Some I have been able to try...others may get their debut this week.  Of course there are a few things in particular that I am looking for.  I guess I'm just trying to live on a budget and so be responsible with what i am buying and be a good steward of my time.  So here are some of the qualifications for making the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the recipe takes less than an hour to prepare and have on the table (marinating doesn't count if I can throw it together quickly before work and have it sit all day....same with crock pot recipes...something that can be prepared quick and can cook when I am at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  the recipe doesn't involve too many ingredients.  I hate trying to quickly put together dinner and needing twenty different things at my fingertips.  Something with 5-10 ingredients is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the recipe can only require one or two at most 'unique ingredients.'  This means that I'm not buying a huge bottle of fish sauce to use just once a month.   First of all I end up throwing out any unused product that has an expiration date...and I don't have a pantry to store too many extra products.   One day when I have a pantry that can hold enough for me to store different ingredients or a freezer big enough to freeze dinners...I'll consider being more lenient on this qualification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) the recipe has to be something that can be reheated and still taste good...Andy and I love leftovers for lunch...not big on the sandwich.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well if you have any suggestions....send them my way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2182393992328662700?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2182393992328662700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2182393992328662700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2182393992328662700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2182393992328662700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-it-has-been-way-to-long-since-i.html' title='Dinner Rotation'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8123242677314028406</id><published>2009-03-04T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:48:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory</title><content type='html'>So Andy tells me I need to get over it....and I am trying, but I am convinced that they are out to get me...Andy calls it my white whale...well its not a whale but they live in the ocean.  I can't seem to cook fish correctly.  Give me some flour and water and I can whip up a great bread dough, homemade pies... no problem, amazing lazangna ...easy  but give me a simple white fish and I'm without a clue.  I've been told it is so easy anyone can do it...well I"m proving that theory wrong.  I have tried to broil, bake, saute...and even boil....a disaster almost every time.  One night I served what looked like perfectly broiled Basa only to find the insides still quite raw.  Tonight the fish was in the oven for over an hour (first on 350 while wrapped in aluminum foil....but when that didn't work I switched to broil and moved the pan up)....still not cooked after 60 minutes.  The outside was crispy while the insides were still pinkish and soft...no flake...i saw no flaky fish tonight.  I don't get it...my oven works perfectly for every other demand I  give it....I think they are out to get me...and I tell you what...I'm so sick of getting it wrong that they might just win.....But if Andy asks I'm over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8123242677314028406?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8123242677314028406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8123242677314028406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8123242677314028406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8123242677314028406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/03/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6685380036389800043</id><published>2009-02-28T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:04:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Andy and I just watched the movie 'Fireproof'.  We loved it.  As someone who has a vision to see Christian art done with excellence....I was encouraged and inspired.  I have a knack for giving away movie endings or important moments...so I won't say anything about it...but I would encourage you all to go see it.  Music and even dance have seemed to come a long way in exploring excellence while under the name 'Christian', but film has been a harder battle. Just the mere amount of people and resources needed to produce a film are enough to make this road the hardest to pave.  I'm so glad there are artists out there doing so...go see it and let me know your thoughts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6685380036389800043?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6685380036389800043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6685380036389800043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6685380036389800043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6685380036389800043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6589814407270311521</id><published>2009-02-22T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:55:11.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I miss this?</title><content type='html'>My friend Ana posted this...and I had to copy and paste...who knew? Sadly Canada is not quite up with this trend.  The plastic wraps have it...but not the aluminum foil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go into the kitchen and check this out for myself. Whoever looks at the end of your aluminum foil box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you try to pull some foil out and the roll comes out of the box. Then you have to put the roll back in the box and start over. The darn roll always comes out at the wrong time. Yesterday I went to throw out an empty Reynolds foil box and for some reason I turned it and looked at the end of the box. And written on the end it said Press here to lock end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there on the end of the box is a tab to lock the roll in place. How long has this little locking tab been there? I then looked at a generic brand of aluminum foil and it had one, too. I then looked at a box of Saran wrap and it had one too! I can't count the number of times the Saran wrap roll has jumped out when I was trying to cover something up. I'm sharing this with my friends. I hope I'm not the only person who didn't know about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6589814407270311521?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6589814407270311521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6589814407270311521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6589814407270311521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6589814407270311521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-i-miss-this.html' title='How did I miss this?'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-9001171125948206063</id><published>2009-02-16T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:32:44.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>So at one point last night I controlled North America, South America, and Africa.  I owned three continents and that still wasn't enough...I wanted more! I tried to go into Europe, and made a decent stand, but Russia was a killer.  I then attempted to fortify my boarders, and just when I was about to take my stand and surely leave all others in the dust a surprise attack came at me.  It started in Northern Africa and ended in the North American continent.  By the end of the whole ordeal, my soldiers were tired, angry, and discouraged.  We tried to call for back up, but the men we had been promised were no longer available.  We called on our alliances, but after the damage had been done there was little they could do.  We had outlasted all the others, but Asia was coming for us fast.  After moments of panic, and them moments of acceptance we drew our white flag.  The battle ahead could have held moments of victory, but defeat was on the horizon.  I bowed my head and in honor of my army's long fight vowed that they should end with some dignity.  We saw the end we didn't need to see each territory one by one swept away by an intense duel.   Just wait Mr. P next time it won't be so easy.......(don don da) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my first attempt at Risk went quite well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-9001171125948206063?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/9001171125948206063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=9001171125948206063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/9001171125948206063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/9001171125948206063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8244512884482710701</id><published>2009-02-08T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:09:15.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So for the past few months Andy has been keeping track of misquoted sayings.... here are our favorites...we just thought we'd share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your ear to the grindstone&lt;br /&gt;We're taking a ramp in the park&lt;br /&gt;Its where the mustard meets the road&lt;br /&gt;Throw a monkey in the wrench&lt;br /&gt;Don't put the cat in front of the horse&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to feel like just another piece in the cog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8244512884482710701?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8244512884482710701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8244512884482710701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8244512884482710701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8244512884482710701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-for-past-few-months-andy-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5924622287957728466</id><published>2009-02-02T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:02:09.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything i've been up to</title><content type='html'>(as i'm writing this and trying to capture my thoughts accurately, my wife is yelling "just write it and press 'go'.")  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla and i bought the dvds of the short lived tv series 'Firefly' a couple weeks ago.  it was better than i was expecting, and i have to say i was expecting a lot.  it makes me sad that i didn't watch it while it was on tv, but the fans rallied around the show and it was still canceled, so i guess it doesn't really matter.  regardless, i was happy to watch it and have ordered the two comic book series that bridge the story from the end of the show to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone out there ever met Pete Sakes?  me neither, but the way the Carrozziere girls talk about him, you'd think he was a close cousin.  every other sentence over Christmas break, somebody was doing something for Pete Sakes.  i ventured to suggest to Carla the other night that she might try doing something for Pete's sake.  blank stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guitar had a crack in the neck!  my Martin.  it broke my heart, but the guy at the store repaired the crack and my heart with a little glue and polish.  there's a lesson here.  don't get too attached to your personal possessions, you never know when you'll move to a dry climate and find them cracked even though you bought a humidifier to prevent that very thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitchers and catchers report in ten days.  bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to Rachel Carrozziere, Rochester's newest equity actress.  i was also interested to learn this has nothing to do with buying a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, a saw.  we still had our Christmas tree on our porch.  waiting to be taken down to our car and hauled off to some place that takes them. but then you've got a trail of pine needles leading all the way from the parking garage down the hall right to our door.  i decided to buy a saw and chop that sucker up.  i'm starting to settle into my role as a husband, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5924622287957728466?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5924622287957728466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5924622287957728466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5924622287957728466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5924622287957728466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-ive-been-up-to.html' title='everything i&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8339851570645606924</id><published>2009-02-02T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:30:03.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Difficult</title><content type='html'>So  I've danced since I was three years old, and because of this career choice have participated in almost every type of 'get in shape' class.  I've done bits of Pilate's, tae-bo, aerobics, salsa, and just about any other class you could see being offered at a gym.  Surprisingly though today was my very first ever Yoga class.  I walked into a beautifully decorated room with four vaporizers adding just a comforting touch of warmth.  We started by just laying down on our mats.  I have to say that I had heard Yoga was a work out, but who really believes it when you are in a spa like room laying down.  I'm not sure what happened in the next 50 minutes, but I barely moved off my mat, stood for only ten minutes maybe, and yet was sweating and gasping for air.  It looks easy, and when the demonstrator goes to the position you are tricked in to thinking it is simple.  Yeah well here is a warning to all...Its one of the hardest workouts I've ever done.  I loved it!!!  I'll be going back on Wednesday and kicking this body back into shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8339851570645606924?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8339851570645606924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8339851570645606924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8339851570645606924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8339851570645606924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/02/simply-difficult.html' title='Simply Difficult'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3851444679121740703</id><published>2009-01-25T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:09:31.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving</title><content type='html'>So today at church our Pastor concluded a series called "What's in Your Wallet?"  He spoke today about Joseph in the Old Testament, who when appointed as second to Pharaoh saw his circumstance as a place from which to serve not get revenge. (Genesis 50:20)  He then spoke about the current circumstances of everyone in the room.  If we have a roof over our head, food to eat, a college education, one computer in our house, or even a car to drive  we are the elite.  If we only have two things from that list we are still in the top percentile.  In our privileged position what are we doing with resources we have been given ie: money, time, knowledge.  Andy and I started thinking and felt convicted to look again at practical ways to serve.  In response we also thought of the prayer we've said concerning service.  We ask God for opportunities to serve, but when they present themselves how do we respond.  Sometimes they come in ways we don't expect...spending our time to help, participating in something we don't enjoy for the sake of another, serving without the commentary of complaint.  As a Christ follower are our lives reflecting Christ?  Are our hearts reflecting Christ?  Serving sometimes sneaks up on you; am I making the most of every situation?  It was a great message today.  One that reminds me to evaluate and not just rely on my good intentions....but see if my heart is responding as it should...something for me to chew on this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3851444679121740703?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3851444679121740703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3851444679121740703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3851444679121740703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3851444679121740703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/01/serving.html' title='Serving'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-910319643998078400</id><published>2009-01-21T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:22:47.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stalling</title><content type='html'>So yes, I need to clean the house, and technically this counts as stalling, BUT I haven't blogged all week...and you all need an update.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all  I had a few questions about my toe.  I happen to be a member of the most tragically klutzy people ever created.  My career as a dancer is all a cover up.  I was at rehearsal and just fell out of a lift.  This sounds more prestigious than it was...I basically just stubbed my toe...but it hurt very bad.  I think it is just a bad sprain considering how much better a week of rest made it feel, but it is still a bit swollen and tender.  Anyway, enough of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in the loop, allow me to confirm that Philadelphia suffered a loss at the hands of the Arizona Cardinals on Sunday.  It was a sad, frustrating, slightly angry, but mostly disappointing day for the Prescott household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we bounced back ...not to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there isn't too much new to say.  Andy and I were asked to help lead worship this past Sunday at our church.  He was on guitar and I was on vocals.  It was so exciting for us to be involved in this way.  There is something so rewarding about using your gifting to glorify God.  It also allowed us a way to connect a bit more.  These past few months have been full of changes, but we have truly been blessed.  God has provided everything we needed (and even wanted....they do host Superbowl parties here).  Andy and I see it all as a confirmation of where God has led us and knowing that He has a purpose for our time in Calgary.  We are excited to see what He has in store for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-910319643998078400?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/910319643998078400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=910319643998078400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/910319643998078400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/910319643998078400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/01/stalling.html' title='stalling'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1595392737126437728</id><published>2009-01-14T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:40:30.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch date</title><content type='html'>So today Andy and I decided to mix it up a bit.  Due to a few unfortunate events (broken toe in particular) I was not able to go to dance today, so Andy decided to come home for lunch.  Just mixing up the day was fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news we watched Kung Fu Panda last night.  For all of you out there still on the fence about wasting money on renting it...do it...I can be a tough critic and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am practicing having my pinkie finger press the return button at my friend Lauren's request :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have always loved to cook.  In fact, my last year of high school I took a gourmet food class and almost went to culinary school.  Even in college I took a nutrition class just for fun!  So, Andy just came home for a simple lunch today, but I was so excited just to have another meal to prepare....I'm such a dork.  I realized that today a bit more, but I also have begun to try and take my 'hobby' a bit more seriously.  I'm not about to  go start school all over, but I think I am going to invest more of my time  reading up and practicing in the kitchen.  With all of the junk out there these days I'm excited about learning how to make some of my favorites from scratch and in the meantime learn about keeping  my husband and I healthily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of this has been sparked by a new book I picked up over Christmas.  It is titled "Eat this; Not that"  Interestingly enough this book doesn't tell you to avoid chocolate, ice cream, peanut butter, and other such foods I love...In face it doesn't focus on a commentary about diets or even what you should eat.  Instead it compares the most popular food in the supermarket and tells you what brands or types are better for you...and what is really in them.  So for instance there is a page of ice creams that you would see in supermarkets around the USA..and Canada...and it tells you what brands have the best cookie dough ice cream..   The one with the purest ingredients and least fake 'stuff'.  I've been completely intrigued.  For those of you interested you should pick up the book...its great! For those of you just reading this to be  polite...I'll have you over for dinner once I've mastered my skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1595392737126437728?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1595392737126437728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1595392737126437728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1595392737126437728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1595392737126437728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch-date.html' title='Lunch date'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-646599214675691070</id><published>2009-01-09T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:50:58.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prescott's Christmas Vacation</title><content type='html'>So I know this is long past due ....but I decided to enjoy family time over the Holiday season and not worry about keeping up my blog :)  So although the events of the past three or so weeks could fill pages and pages I'll opt to just give the overview.  I have to start with the major event of December 18th:  my Kindergarten's Christmas Concert.  There was the usual girls poking at each other, boys un-tucking their shirts, deer in headlights look, screaming/singing their songs and finally the unconfined excitement at seeing their parents sitting in the audience.  Absolutely adorable everyone should want to teach Kindergarten! Moving right along, Andy and I were leaving for New Jersey on the 23rd meaning we did our Christmas on the 22nd.  We celebrated Christmas three times in one week...so much fun!!   So Andy and I had a quiet Christmas Monday night, which was sweet and special until the part where it had to end.  Since we live in an apartment complex leaving a Christmas tree up for two weeks while we are away is a fire hazard. So after we exchanged gifts and had a moment drinking eggnog and reveling in our first Christmas together we undecorated the tree and took it down.  We then packed up the rest of the Christmas decorations and put them in a box ready for storage.  A bit anti-climactic.  Well, the next day we set out for Jersey.  We had prayed for good weather, smooth flights, and no delays.  God is good.  Even though while buying the tickets we tried every way to find one that connected through Chicago or Toronto we were forced to purchase ones that sent us to Denver and then straight to Philly.  What we once thought a hindrance turned into a blessing.  Snow storms hit the north east and flights were delayed and even canceled, but ours were right on time :) So one would think I would skip the details about the plane ride, but alas I've never seen anyone get sick on a plane and since it happened to be my husband it correlates with the story.  We think Andy got food poisoning at the Denver airport, or just had a bug that came on quick and ended within 12 hours.  We arrived in Philadelphia at 1am and after a restless night Andy was feeling quite a bit better (about 11am).  All this said and done we really were able to spend quality time with his family unhindered by the events of the previous night (except that we both ate quite a bit less at Christmas eve dinner..and had to pass on the crab soup, which we both were  upset about).  The next four days were spent talking, laughing, bowling, eating, goofing off, shopping, and all the other fun activities Prescott's participate in.  We had a great time and both had a very hard time leaving.   It was very fun for me to experience Andy's family Christmas and see how their (now my ) family celebrates the birth of Christ.  So Sunday morning ( you may recall that was the Day that the Eagles beat the Cowboys) me wearing my new Eagles jersey (compliments of Zoom) and Andy wearing a sweater got in our rental car and embarked on our journey to Rochester, NY.  What could there honestly be to tell about a five hour drive up North on a beautiful December day.  Well, usually nothing, it is a beautiful but uneventful trip.  We however have a hard time making anything ordinary.  I don't really remember the last time I had a flat tire, but I think it was over 20 years ago.  Well, I'm just about to call AAA or the rental car roadside assistance when my husband blankly stares at me and says "Don't insult me; I can change a flat tire."  I am ashamed to admit that this thought had not crossed my mind.  In the past 27 years if something happened while driving you called for help (granted I'm sure my father can change a flat tire, but I was never in the situation with him).  Well, sure enough Andy goes to work and 20 minutes later we were on the road again...I was quite impressed although Andy didn't understand why.    So then started the week with my family.  In so many areas Andy and I have similar families, but when you transition from one to the other so quickly the stark differences were clear.  Don't get me wrong we had a blast with my family playing games,  singing, eating, talking, shopping, hanging out.... BUT I had never realized just how female dominated my family is.  There are no boys anywhere to be seen.  My father and Andy had a valiant effort trying to even the atmosphere, but going from a house where the numbers are  close to even to a house where the scale is quite tipped was noticeable.  I had to laugh, I never thought of my sisters  and I as 'girly' but we really are...but its just another thing to love about the Carrozziere's.  That Thursday Andy flew back to Canada (stupid work day on Friday) and I followed on Monday.  So after being gone on holiday Andy and I are settling back into life and being Canadian  We are enjoying our life here and our little adventure, but this trip made us realize how much we value, love, and miss family.  We'll have to plan another trip soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-646599214675691070?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/646599214675691070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=646599214675691070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/646599214675691070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/646599214675691070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2009/01/prescotts-christmas-vacation.html' title='The Prescott&apos;s Christmas Vacation'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2255638420071309350</id><published>2008-12-15T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:01:07.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>The first words I heard this morning were:  "Its going to be -28 today, but it will feel much colder."  I decided not to get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2255638420071309350?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2255638420071309350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2255638420071309350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2255638420071309350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2255638420071309350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/12/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-6124802323418819712</id><published>2008-12-13T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:48:31.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Wonderful Night</title><content type='html'>So for the past four days I've been laying on my couch trying to feel better.  I can't believe how much this head cold took out of me.  It started as just a cough and snowballed into me being sicker than I have been in a long time.  Tonight I am finally  feeling more like myself.  Every day I have been wanting to watch a Christmas movie. I mean as long as it is snowing outside (-20) and I am in here laying on the couch why not try to still get in the Christmas spirit! The Blockbuster down the street from us seemed to be out of Christmas movies and until tonight I have been sadly disappointed with TV's options.  BUT tonight the classic "Its a Wonderful Life" was on.  Andy had never seen it, and watching it has always been a tradition for my family.  Needless to say it turned into a 'wonderful night'.  I know its an old movie, but there is something so sweet and touching about the message. I find myself crying when Harry gives the final toast or Annie empties out her secret money jar.  It is a movie about love and family, and it was a perfect way to get me feeling a bit better.  Andy, who has been attempting to accomplish missions, salvage information,and destroy the death star today, took a break and enjoyed the movie with me.  All in all a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-6124802323418819712?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6124802323418819712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=6124802323418819712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6124802323418819712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/6124802323418819712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-wonderful-night.html' title='Its a Wonderful Night'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8507863601774871753</id><published>2008-12-08T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39xnw2gyI/AAAAAAAAADU/hLoShchtC04/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39xnw2gyI/AAAAAAAAADU/hLoShchtC04/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277653367277388578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39xB6q0hI/AAAAAAAAADM/9qBA3vlEBcI/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39xB6q0hI/AAAAAAAAADM/9qBA3vlEBcI/s320/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277653357118018066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39wspAclI/AAAAAAAAADE/swgv300KUpk/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39wspAclI/AAAAAAAAADE/swgv300KUpk/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277653351406793298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39wbSVixI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-X4JiC_Bjfw/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39wbSVixI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-X4JiC_Bjfw/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277653346748304146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first Christmas together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8507863601774871753?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8507863601774871753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8507863601774871753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8507863601774871753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8507863601774871753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/ST39xnw2gyI/AAAAAAAAADU/hLoShchtC04/s72-c/IMG_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2534022353071742138</id><published>2008-12-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:48:56.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let is snow, Let it snow, Let is snow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/STxDOOBC4KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BvckL4WUhxg/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/STxDOOBC4KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BvckL4WUhxg/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277166774931087522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/STxDNkNI-DI/AAAAAAAAACs/WRsoGacpiKc/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/STxDNkNI-DI/AAAAAAAAACs/WRsoGacpiKc/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277166763707529266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend anymore that its still Autumn.  Today we drove our car out of the parking garage into a winter wonderland.  It is beautiful...but wet, cold, icy, and did I mention cold?  No seriously it is beautiful here today.  We came home from church, driving ever so slowly, but enjoying the view.  We have no where to go and lots of hot chocolate, so today should be one of those lovely winter days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2534022353071742138?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2534022353071742138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2534022353071742138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2534022353071742138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2534022353071742138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-is-snow-let-it-snow-let-is-snow.html' title='Let is snow, Let it snow, Let is snow!!!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/STxDOOBC4KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BvckL4WUhxg/s72-c/IMG_1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2554490472127203294</id><published>2008-12-05T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:53:30.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Engineer</title><content type='html'>So some people say that a good guy is hard to find. That may be true for some, but all I know is that I found a great one!!!  Today Andy had the day off while I had to go to Kindergarten.  Another fun filled day of painting, coloring, and story time for me!  But today was a bit different it included and one more special event.  Just for the fun of it we had arranged for Andy to bring his guitar to class and sing Christmas carols with my kids.  I wanted my class to meet my handsome husband, but truthfully I really wanted Andy to see the cute kids I keep telling him about.  He was able to experience first hand just how adorable they are.  For instance we were talking about guitars and where the kids had seen them before. I was expecting answers such as church and older brothers and sisters or maybe even on TV, but the answer I received first was "I've seen guitar hero."  We also had to sing Jingle Bells six times just so each child had a chance to ring the bells.  One child was so excited that she was bouncing up and down in the first row, one was upset about not knowing all the words so sat there just frowning, and finally one was trying so hard to learn the words that he sang each song with his brow furrowed.  All in all they loved it!! Andy stayed for story time and got to participate in such activities as opening apple sauce for a little girl and helping another one put on her gloves.  (Gloves seem to be particularly difficult)  We had lots of fun and I think he might just be asked back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2554490472127203294?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2554490472127203294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2554490472127203294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2554490472127203294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2554490472127203294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindergarten-engineer.html' title='Kindergarten Engineer'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-956022852597930854</id><published>2008-12-02T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:59:25.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Our Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75a8980c27228e35" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7600089815680987683</id><published>2008-11-22T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:29:49.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Overdue Win</title><content type='html'>A long overdue win... After four straight years of losses due to last minute touchdowns, poor coaching, and just general bad play, Lehigh destroyed Lafayette today, at Lafayette, 31-15.  While there are telecast parties all over the U.S., there are in fact none in Canada.  So I couldn't watch the game, but it's still nice to have a victory over them.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little history... It was the 144th time the two teams have met.  It is the most played rivalry in college football history and also the longest running consecutively played rivalry (since 1897).  Lafayette holds the lead over Lehigh in the rivalry game, with a record of 76-63-5.  I'm fairly confident that this year was the start of a fifteen year winning streak for our boys, so I'm expecting that statistic to be revised.  Check back in 2022.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An eye witness view, sort of... Zoom was at the stadium, but couldn't get tickets.  So my brother, a Lehigh grad as well, decided to heckle the Lehigh tailgaters.  On several occasions he was on the brink of starting a disturbance, before admitting he was just messing with people.  To each his own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My memories... Sophomore and Junior year, we went undefeated and at one point had the longest unbeaten streak in NCAA Div I football, capping off each year with a win against Lafayette.  During my undergrad years, Lehigh was 3-1 against Lafayette.  My favorite chant at the rivalry game is "Safety School" for two reasons.  The first being that it is true, for a large percentage of applicants to Lehigh, they also apply to Lafayette in case they don't get accepted.  And secondly, Lafayette doesn't have a comeback for it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of the victory, I leave you with the words of our school song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raise up that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old silver goblet, with Lehigh upon it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll open up another keg of beer (more beer!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause we all came to college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we didn't come for knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's raise hell while we're here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7600089815680987683?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7600089815680987683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7600089815680987683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7600089815680987683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7600089815680987683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-overdue-win.html' title='A Long Overdue Win'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-5112168025065446371</id><published>2008-11-22T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:17:54.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SSh2gZcI0TI/AAAAAAAAACk/NBgamuTVdfc/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SSh2gZcI0TI/AAAAAAAAACk/NBgamuTVdfc/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271593662793961778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imperial Oil's Christmas Party! Really how often do we have the chance to dress up as adults?  We had so much fun! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5112168025065446371?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5112168025065446371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5112168025065446371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5112168025065446371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5112168025065446371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom.html' title='Prom :)'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SSh2gZcI0TI/AAAAAAAAACk/NBgamuTVdfc/s72-c/IMG_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2013456989387673962</id><published>2008-11-20T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:33:32.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Cheerios</title><content type='html'>So I'm no professional, but I do try my best.  Coming from an Italian family I have a few family secrets up my sleeve and I think for the most part Andy would declare that I'm a good cook.  I'm not entirely sure, but I think so.  He tends to be nice about it when I know its not entirely truthful.  For instance the other night I attempted mash potatoes, that although have come perfect in the past, looked more like they had been chewed and brought back up than anything remotely appitizing.  I couldn't stomache  more than a bite or two, but my devoted husband ate an entire helping while trying to convince me they were fine.  He didn't argue though when I threw out the leftovers.  But seriously for the most part I do well.  On Tuesdays and Fridays I have night commitments, so I usually try to prepare dinner ahead of time.  Well, this past Tuesday the buffet was left overs.  We had a couple of options in the fridge and I figured it would be best to use up what we had.  Instead of choosing off the menu Andy said he' have cereal.  I took this as a " I don't really like the leftovers and will settle for something simple I don't have to clean up." So I then offered to make something new coming up with plenty of intriguing options.  It was then that he stated that we never have cereal for dinner, in a almost disappointed tone.  What??? I steer clear of cereal even in the morning.  I feel like it is milky crackers, not a meal.  Andy actually asked that we put cereal in the rotation and include it in our daily consideration of evening meals.  Stunned I just looked at him, and then I told him I had to blog about this.  Unbelievable! Everyone always told me that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.  I took this to mean learn how to make pies, and cookies; sauces, and pot roasts.  If the truth be known the actual interpretation is "Buy him a bowl of cheerios, and you'll be a hit!"  Oh brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2013456989387673962?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2013456989387673962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2013456989387673962' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2013456989387673962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2013456989387673962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-ho-cheerios.html' title='Hi Ho Cheerios'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7352628722472132275</id><published>2008-11-16T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:21:11.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggnog Latte</title><content type='html'>I love those days that start out relaxing and continue on in that manner.  Yesterday was one such day.  Andy and I started out with one goal in mind.  Starbucks commenced their Christmas season with the return of their holiday drinks this week; we wanted to start celebrating with them.  So off to the mall we went with eggnog lattes on our mind.  While drinking our hot beverages and touring the mall we happened upon a few sales...how fun!  We have been searching for some pictures to hang on our bare walls.  Although most of the house looks like a home, two of our rooms felt a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bachloresk&lt;/span&gt;.  So for the past month we've been searching.  Who would have guessed that while we were just strolling by, with no intention to purchase, the two most perfect pictures would be staring right at us ON SALE.  Thrilled at our new purchase we used our new found energy to discuss what gifts we might buy our families for Christmas.  After each of us helping debate who would like what and where and when do we find each item we started to discuss our Christmas plans.  This year we have made the decision to purchase one big gift together that would be for the two of us.  We had decided a month or so ago that this Merry Christmas to us gift would be a video camera.  Just as we are confirming these plans we walk by the Sony store where they as well are having  a SALE.  Someone must have phoned ahead and told them that we were coming.  So I guess we decided to celebrate Christmas a bit early (in true Canadian style...since they are playing Christmas music and hanging lights already).  So what was meant to be a short, simple, financially frugal trip to the mall turned into a longer, exciting, found everything we needed on sale trip.  I love days like these...and just had to share. I'm tempted to go out for Lattes again next week. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OHH&lt;/span&gt; and with our new camera in hand you can be sure to look out for the video tour of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7352628722472132275?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7352628722472132275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7352628722472132275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7352628722472132275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7352628722472132275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/eggnog-latte.html' title='Eggnog Latte'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2877818799083058891</id><published>2008-11-13T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:14:45.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Color</title><content type='html'>At some point in our lives we were all asked what our favorite color was.  For me this was a question that although consistently answered with the utmost integrity was still answered differently almost every time it was asked.  For me a favorite color is like your favorite drink: it may be lemonade in July, but on a cold winter day you'll be saying hot chocolate.  My favorite color changes with the mood I'm  in, the stage of life I'm going through, and most importantly context.  If I'm commenting on curtains pink suddenly doesn't look so inviting, but it is quickly again my top runner when I pick out a new purse.  Just as a testament to how different Andy and I truly are, his favorite color has never and seems to never be in danger of changing.  Although he will consistently tell me it is my choice when picking out colors for the bathroom, bedroom, or kitchen, when asking his opinion I am always assured of my answer.  Blue not to be confused with turquoise or periwinkle...just simple blue.  So this year, as we are starting to map out some of our new Christmas traditions Andy, without even realizing it, picked out blue Christmas lights, a blue stocking, and hopes to find a blue '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;' star for our tree.  I guess green and red are out. The Prescott's celebrate the season simply blue. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2877818799083058891?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2877818799083058891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2877818799083058891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2877818799083058891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2877818799083058891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite-color.html' title='Favorite Color'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7016448518296684531</id><published>2008-11-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:15:06.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRzpX61BXpI/AAAAAAAAACc/8qX9cWl8zRM/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRzpX61BXpI/AAAAAAAAACc/8qX9cWl8zRM/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268342261254545042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRzpXqKjsRI/AAAAAAAAACU/9uvzEylKf5g/s1600-h/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRzpXqKjsRI/AAAAAAAAACU/9uvzEylKf5g/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268342256781472018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Canada they celebrate Thanksgiving at the beginning of October.  That means that Halloween is after Thanksgiving, a concept I am still trying to get use to.  We aren't quite sure if the Canadians stole our Pilgrim story to tell, or if they are just remarkably similar ;)  In any case, the great thing is that we start celebrating Christmas much sooner.  Everyone is already getting set for the big day; Christmas lights went up the day after  Halloween.  So we decided to embrace our new culture and join in the festivities.   As you can see the weather cooperates around here, so it actually feels like Christmas as well! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7016448518296684531?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7016448518296684531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7016448518296684531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7016448518296684531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7016448518296684531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRzpX61BXpI/AAAAAAAAACc/8qX9cWl8zRM/s72-c/IMG_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4121508997622627938</id><published>2008-11-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:38:58.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Politics</title><content type='html'>I am unashamed to say that I know very little about Canadian politics.  I know enough about their government to understand it is run very different from the United States, but unless I am about to have a say in their governing strategies I'm not to upset about it.  I am willing to learn, and by living in this country I am sure I will soon enough.  For instance I don't know who the Premier is at the moment or who is Prime Minister.  I plan on finding out, but I think most of my fellow Americans would need a reminder in order to call to mind these names.  In contrast every Canadian knows who is President. In fact in an 'online' vote (just for fun ...and I couldn't even believe this was happening) the Canadians voted on who they wanted to be President.  What?? I can't believe how much they follow our politics.  I sat in on a history class the other day at a nearby college.  The professor went into a tangent all about American Presidents.  The sermon I heard on Sunday (  a church I was visiting ) ended with a quote from Obama.  I guess in a way it makes me feel ignorant. I should know more about other countries governments and their leaders.  On the other hand I feel special that they are that interested in my country.  They only pretended to vote, but I actually got to.  It also makes me feel a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;.  Our country is a leader and we need to be active in what our country is doing. I have no voice here in Canada, but I do in Texas and in the United States.  What am I doing with it?  I was excited about this election for one reason (I really couldn't find any other reason to be happy about it) we as Americans spoke.  We made time in our daily lives to speak....we voted and not just the few but we set records last Tuesday....we came out and used the rights that were given to us by so many who died to protect and provide them.  I like my new home, but I'm very proud to be an American.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4121508997622627938?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4121508997622627938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4121508997622627938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4121508997622627938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4121508997622627938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/canadian-politics.html' title='Canadian Politics'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-7815064599808259651</id><published>2008-11-07T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:28:28.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beautiful Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsmc3QJEI/AAAAAAAAABs/pU_rdgNRWhY/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsmc3QJEI/AAAAAAAAABs/pU_rdgNRWhY/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265953272141718594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsmPIlkNI/AAAAAAAAABk/B3sAGOe7fmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsmPIlkNI/AAAAAAAAABk/B3sAGOe7fmQ/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265953268456329426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsl_YwORI/AAAAAAAAABc/UpBls9D2Wwo/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsl_YwORI/AAAAAAAAABc/UpBls9D2Wwo/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265953264229169426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRslp7pP9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z4sULJ5kvKs/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRslp7pP9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z4sULJ5kvKs/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265953258469933010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-7815064599808259651?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7815064599808259651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=7815064599808259651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7815064599808259651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/7815064599808259651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-beautiful-country.html' title='Our Beautiful Country'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRsmc3QJEI/AAAAAAAAABs/pU_rdgNRWhY/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3583354448087731506</id><published>2008-11-07T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:23:39.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRqX6KOZdI/AAAAAAAAABM/QpG7yDT0p4g/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRqX6KOZdI/AAAAAAAAABM/QpG7yDT0p4g/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950823284630994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;The view from our Balcony!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRqXvKPfZI/AAAAAAAAABE/1Eg7I3snrjk/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRqXvKPfZI/AAAAAAAAABE/1Eg7I3snrjk/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950820331912594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Andy looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3583354448087731506?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3583354448087731506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=3583354448087731506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3583354448087731506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/3583354448087731506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SRRqX6KOZdI/AAAAAAAAABM/QpG7yDT0p4g/s72-c/IMG_1461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4732928532051026895</id><published>2008-11-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:23:39.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened</title><content type='html'>We woke up today to a blanket of white covering what we now call home.  Well, at least I know now that my jacket works.  I have recess duty tomorrow so we'll see how it holds up when I'm not just running from the store to my car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4732928532051026895?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4732928532051026895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4732928532051026895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4732928532051026895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4732928532051026895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-happened.html' title='It happened'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1006542777018577417</id><published>2008-11-02T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:10:49.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big questions</title><content type='html'>So our church has been doing a series called "Life's tough Questions."  I am so excited to be in a church that isn't afraid to ask things that seem almost too hard to explore.  The truth of course is that God is bigger than everything and big enough for anything we bring to Him.  So the past month has brought serious discussions and bold preaching.  I've loved it! Today we tackled the popular "science vs God" debate.  In summary our pastor spoke on the Why of creation being the Bible's focal point and it being so often missed because we are so caught up in the How.  He gave lots of statistics and quotes that clearly showed that a Christian can be a scientist and one does not negate the other.  Personally I find it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrogant&lt;/span&gt; that we as humans believe that we know enough to draw up a debate with God.  We were convinced at one time that the world was flat until Columbus, and how many ridiculous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt; about the human body that were strongly believed to be true were negated once we cut open a cadaver?  The point is that we don't have the whole story, and so faith does play a part in our world perspective.  Whether it be faith in a hypothesis or faith in a Creator we believe to make sense out of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that I am not the world's most educated on this topic and I know that these arguments disturb many.  I guess I just feel that seeing and knowing God in my personal life is evidence of His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; and the details I will wait to speak on until He explains it to me face to face.  I know people aren't satisfied with a non-answer.  But who is to say that we are suppose to have an answer? Maybe we are just to believe,  and allow God to confirm it within us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1006542777018577417?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1006542777018577417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1006542777018577417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1006542777018577417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1006542777018577417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-questions.html' title='The big questions'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8793196990135079295</id><published>2008-11-02T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:56:48.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanley Cup of Baseball</title><content type='html'>So this week Andy and I popped the cork off a Champagne bottle to quietly celebrate the Phillies victory in the World Series this year.  For almost every game we hosted a small party.  We have found a few Canadians that were willing to enjoy the sport of baseball with us...and put up with Andy's antics during the game.  Anyway, we made cheese steaks and hot dogs just to try and recreate the scene up here in snow country.  All in all we enjoyed our World Series week; for a few moments we almost felt back in the City of Brotherly Love.  Of course that was short lived when we were met with blank stares by people at work when we came in celebrating a World Series victory.  After explaining that it was the 'Stanley Cup' of baseball we finally got a smile and the congrats we had hoped for.  All in all a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8793196990135079295?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8793196990135079295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8793196990135079295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Brad Lidge for Michael Bourne was the best trade Ed Wade over made for the Phillies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course he was the Astros GM at the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4275894351577828055?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4275894351577828055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4275894351577828055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4275894351577828055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 since the last time the Phils won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight the wait is over.  Danielle and Kyle were there.  I have already been told by Amanda that she is cutting class for the parade (Friday at Noon, Eastern time).  It starts out front of Zoomie's office building, he plans on attending.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was an impressive season.  The bullpen was perfect all season.  Ryan Howard is in the running for his second MVP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most importantly, the Philadelphia Phillies are World Series Champions!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5945122778101996603?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-3955798971280328605</id><published>2008-10-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:36:12.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day??</title><content type='html'>So today we see if the Phillies will win it at home.  Game 51/2 here we go!  I'll give you the update after the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-3955798971280328605?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3955798971280328605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8714399168286691634</id><published>2008-10-22T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:56:18.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game 1</title><content type='html'>First off, I don't know what that "moment of silence" stuff was about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game one... it was a little intense.  Cole was awesome, 7 innings, 2 runs.  The hitting was not so great.  Chase was good, of course.  Werth had a great game.  Shane played well.  Jimmy Rollins was swinging at anything but strikes.  I don't know what Howard's deal is.  I'm waiting for him to come around, I'm sure he will, but man he's been hitting poorly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bullpen was awesome, and that was all we needed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim Caple (for ESPN) picked the Rays to sweep.  He said that the AL vs the NL in this Series is like the MLB vs AAA minors.  Well I'm finished with that guy and all of his articles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game 2 is tomorrow.  Let's Go Phils!!&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/6310965622376464700-8714399168286691634?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8714399168286691634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8714399168286691634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8714399168286691634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8714399168286691634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-1.html' title='Game 1'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8605640204431013498</id><published>2008-10-22T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:46:00.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>So today is the day....Lets all have a moment of silence for the Phills...and hope they can make some history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8605640204431013498?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8605640204431013498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8605640204431013498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8605640204431013498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8605640204431013498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2340206452596172774</id><published>2008-10-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:21:10.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited and still waiting</title><content type='html'>After 15 years, the Phils find themselves in the World Series.  It's difficult to capture my emotions.  Certainly euphoria on Wednesday night.  A convincing win to clinch the series.  (Although there are those at Fox who would lead you to believe the Dodgers still have a chance.)  Then determination on Thursday, we need to prepare for Tampa.  Until the 7th inning, then that was out the window.  More of the same last night, and now the waiting game.  So tonight all questions are answered, until Wednesday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, we played dodge ball yesterday for two hours and it feels like I ran a marathon.  I have no energy and I ache.  I'm disappointed with myself.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2340206452596172774?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2340206452596172774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2340206452596172774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I am sure that you are all anxiously awaiting a response from the Prescott's concerning Wednesday nights' game.  Andy is so excited that I told him he has to blog because I just can't capture that much enthusiasm.  So stay tuned :) &lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As for the other events of our week, we just came back from a great weekend spent with our friends in Houston.  It was so good to see all of you, and just to be back.  We miss being Texans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This week I started my new job at Trinity Christian School as a paraprofessional for a kindergarten classroom.  I am now daily reminded just how cute five year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are.  I am also reminded how dramatic life can be at that age.  A loose tooth is almost as exciting as Christmas and memorizing your telephone number gives you a sticker on the bulletin board.  (I'm not exaggerating....a sticker!!)  This week I've been sent back in time to a day when nap time is scheduled in and snack time includes your favorite story read to you.  Where you meet your best friend going down the slide at recess and your day is ruined by spilling your milk.  I have to say that I'm enjoying it, and I'm excited to go back to kindergarten on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-5557158296365890885?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5557158296365890885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=5557158296365890885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5557158296365890885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/5557158296365890885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4201220809073107767</id><published>2008-10-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:05:36.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Visionary'</title><content type='html'>So here is a poem I wrote a while ago, but I still like! I just thought I would share.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Visionary'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of nothing, a scribbled note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bit of everything, just something I wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then with thoughtful surprise he returned to his page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An intriguing resolve refocused his gaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, what's it about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know he replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butterflies melting and June bugs that sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make-believe countries and places I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe sun drops smiling with crowns on their heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apple seeds stewing on sizzling sleds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silently glancing he winked with a sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His rustling pages reclaiming his eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, what's your idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He smirked and then smiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Symphonies unraveling and tapestries that sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clouds that tell stories of princes and kings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dance where you laugh and kick till you bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fly as you melt and leap, leap till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His pen kept its tapping as he drifted away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No doubt contemplating this movement array.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writting&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His ears perked to a grin...and his pen was laid down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....Ah my friend you have asked a good question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To dare and inspire dreams that have fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To awake dormant minds for children to crawl in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For nonsense to be; imagination to breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Igniting the seas, reasons to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For there's endless horizons where hues may be spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colors splashed within reach of lives that are broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carla Jeanne Prescott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( and in all fairness I must give credit to my editor Harlan Alford)&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/6310965622376464700-4201220809073107767?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4201220809073107767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4201220809073107767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4201220809073107767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4201220809073107767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/10/visionary.html' title='&apos;Visionary&apos;'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2750291963998538460</id><published>2008-10-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:44:35.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!! I have never been so excited to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving.  It feels much to early in the year to be eating turkey and stuffing, but it does feel like a great weekend to fly to Texas. I'm so excited to go back.  For those of you in H-town...can't wait to see you!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2750291963998538460?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2750291963998538460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2750291963998538460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2750291963998538460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2750291963998538460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8471403331310601147</id><published>2008-10-06T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:09:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its late...but we have to finish the derby</title><content type='html'>Andy is just about to beat the Wii home run derby. So even though we said we were going to bed by ten; what we really meant was after he won :) For those of you who are not up to speed let me catch you up on the Phillies status.  They have just advanced to the NLCS (which translated is National League Championship Series)  If they win this we are in the World Series!!!! The tension and excitement in our living room is unbelievable.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it has been a while since I wrote.  It has been a busy week.  There are ups and downs to moving and leaving one life to start one somewhere else.  The transition is made easier when you know God has lead you to this new place.  This past weekend Andy and I have just felt God confirming that we are to be here and His promise to take care of us.  So what happened?? Well, I guess nothing remarkable, but we had three straight nights of hanging out with new friends.  I guess you don't expect to find a fit so quickly.  We have only been here two months and yet we have found a home church, joined a small group, I'm dancing with a company, and we've met quite a few young couples in the area.  I never expected to be friendless for two years, but I also wasn't expecting to feel connected so quickly.  God knows what we need and provides in ways that we never thought possible.  It seems that in every stage of life I've always doubted that He could ....but He can and does.  The sermon on Sunday was on doubt.  How many times do we doubt God?  If we are human then probably quite a few times.  The pastor was speaking about what we do with doubt.  Just because we have it doesn't mean we have to believe it...hmmm think about that.  What if we always questioned our doubt.  What if every time it posed a question in our heads we questioned back.....Well, that's a new goal...a new perspective...well, its late...I'll write more  tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8471403331310601147?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8471403331310601147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8471403331310601147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8471403331310601147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8471403331310601147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-latebut-we-have-to-finish-derby.html' title='Its late...but we have to finish the derby'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4639875772498882203</id><published>2008-09-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:02:11.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on other post</title><content type='html'>This is simply for the few ...and I'm sure it is just a few...who are confused at the September 27th post.  First of all I think most of you know which one of us post each blog...but ...anyway...The Phillies won the Northeast division.  Meaning they made the play offs.  The Mets well....I'm sure you get the picture...we are very excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4639875772498882203?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4639875772498882203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4639875772498882203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4639875772498882203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4639875772498882203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflection-on-other-post.html' title='Reflection on other post'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-550388935711516563</id><published>2008-09-30T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:57:29.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for our country</title><content type='html'>I just finished my study for the day on 2 Timothy.  Today my devotional focused on Paul's words to Timothy encouraging him to stand firm in his faith.  How many times do we face shame because of our faith?  How many times do we not pray at a restaurant or not pray before a meal when we are in front of non-believers.  How many times do we bring up the name of Christ in conversation? Or even acknowledge Him in conversations that deserve His mention.  How many times do we laugh at a joke or participate in a conversation that goes against everything that as Christians we are to stand for.  Or how many times do we pray for or with someone or even tell them we will pray for them when they express a hard situation in their life?  I don't feel that I am ashamed of my faith because if someone asks if I am a Christian I'll say yes.  Is this really enough? I don't think so.  Can others tell who I live for without asking me? Do others see in my words, work ethic, actions, and motives something that is different? something that reflects Christ?  I hope so.  We don't face the same persecution that Timothy and Paul were up against, but that doesn't mean we don't give in to pressure all the same.  I am currently watching the Presidential debate that we recorded from last week.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; want to vote for a President who can demonstrate personal conviction and take a stand whether or not it is popular with their party.  Andy and I have started to daily pray for this election; it has both of us a bit nervous.  If we want America to be a country that takes a stand for Christ even morality we need to have it start with us in the daily routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-550388935711516563?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/550388935711516563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=550388935711516563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/550388935711516563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/550388935711516563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray-for-our-country.html' title='Pray for our country'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1646528936055235287</id><published>2008-09-27T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:20:36.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NL East Champs</title><content type='html'>The Phillies rule, and the Mets drool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1646528936055235287?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1646528936055235287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1646528936055235287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1646528936055235287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1646528936055235287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/nl-east-champs.html' title='NL East Champs'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2257261802892317341</id><published>2008-09-24T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:24:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling!!!</title><content type='html'>So Monday night Andy and I set out to have another adventure.  This time we decided to go bowling at  nearby mall.  Every now and then we realize that 'we aren't in Kansas anymore.' We had been told that Canada did have ten pin bowling, but we were misinformed.  So I picked up what looked like a shot put and threw it as hard as I could down the lane toward five pins.  Even though there are only five pins every round the high score on this game is 450 a 150 increase from the ten pin game.  I'm not sure how this happened.  My favorite part about this new game is that I'm good at it.  For the most part I go bowling or go play any sport for that matter with Andy and I'm usually in for a little lesson in humility.  I was pleasantly surprised by my new found talent, I'm not so sure Andy was as pleased as me at discovering it :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2257261802892317341?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8951207992972674157</id><published>2008-09-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:43:52.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An important year for rock and roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The following rockers died at 27:  Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain.  In the coming year, I will have experienced more life than any of them.  And as my "favorite" sister-in-law pointed out, it's never too late to record an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite hockey player ever, Ron Hextall, had his number 27 retired by the Philadelphia Flyers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Florida, the 27th state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 27 constitutional amendments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 outs in a baseball game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 years old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have left my "mid-20's" and am now in my "mid-to-late-20's".&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/6310965622376464700-8951207992972674157?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8951207992972674157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8951207992972674157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8951207992972674157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8951207992972674157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/important-year-for-rock-and-roll.html' title='An important year for rock and roll'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-2046411832710162090</id><published>2008-09-22T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:49:46.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Andy!!!</title><content type='html'>I love reasons to celebrate and today I have a great reason to throw my hands up and party.  Three months ago I married my best friend and the best looking guy I've ever seen :)  He gives me reasons to wake up with a smile everyday.  For those of you who know Andy you'll know that every chance he gets he makes you laugh.  Well, I have the privilege of being his audience daily.   Being married for only three months I have already seen what a great listener he really is ( I guess I like to talk a bunch) and just how patient, genuine, and compassionate he can be.  I could go on for hours on just how great he is, but he might read this and start to blush.  So I'll just say from my heart that he is truly a gift from God to me.  So what a day to celebrate! Happy Birthday Andy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-2046411832710162090?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2046411832710162090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=2046411832710162090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2046411832710162090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/2046411832710162090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-andy.html' title='Happy Birthday Andy!!!'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-304133378984434202</id><published>2008-09-19T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:16:07.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world</title><content type='html'>So when we moved to Canada I knew life would change a bit.  I was newly married and moving somewhere cold.   Other than those two major changes (single to married; hot winters to frozen solid Septembers) I thought everything else would be the same. I was unaware that Canadians have been deprived of what you and I might call ordinary foods we take for granted.  I know that Mexican food will always taste better in Houston than in Rochester just as Rochester will always have every Italian food known to man when Houston doesn't know what Ricotta cheese is.  However I was unaware that anyone in North America wouldn't know what pepperoni is.  Andy is very upset at this.  We also have found that german chocolate cake is discontinued in Calgary, which I might add is all Andy wants for his birthday on Monday.  Finally no one here knows what apple cider is.  It is fall here already and I thought it would be nice to sip on some hot cider and remember my home in NY.  This is not really an option.  I've asked numerous people and they give me a blank stare as if I'm talking a different language.  I have found that the Starbucks here offers a hot cider imitation, but it still isn't the same.  I'm still exploring my new home and enjoying most of my finds, but I'm reminded every now and then that I am far from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-304133378984434202?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/304133378984434202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=304133378984434202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/304133378984434202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/304133378984434202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4682796028180026605</id><published>2008-09-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:43:31.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hurricane poem</title><content type='html'>All of the Huss's and all of the dogs,&lt;div&gt;Went to escape the hurricane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many dogs will leave the Huss's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not as many as came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're praying for everyone in Houston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4682796028180026605?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4682796028180026605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4682796028180026605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4682796028180026605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4682796028180026605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-poem.html' title='a hurricane poem'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-1057674810914807758</id><published>2008-09-15T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:39:00.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds vs Boys</title><content type='html'>Every experience you have is an opportunity to learn something new about yourself, your friends, life, or just the world.  I think being married is one of those experiences that takes this simple truth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;magnifies&lt;/span&gt; it by 100 percent.  I'm constantly learning more about myself,  Andy, and in our special situation the Philadelphia sport teams.  I was under the impression that tonight was just another ordinary football game.  Little did I know.  Apparently the Eagles and the Cowboys are classic rivals.  I saw my husband transformed into what I guess is called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;die hard&lt;/span&gt; fan.  To do my part I took dinner off the stove and ordered a pizza.  If we are going to celebrate this much over a Monday night game, we may as well do it right.  So pizza and beer....what a way to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;birds on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; way to conquer the boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-1057674810914807758?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1057674810914807758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=1057674810914807758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1057674810914807758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/1057674810914807758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/birds-vs-boys.html' title='Birds vs Boys'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-4923601569514921859</id><published>2008-09-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:45:06.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEk Ike</title><content type='html'>It is easy to sit and watch the news and feel very distant from the situations they are reporting on.  This week that was not the case.  I turned on the news Saturday morning and saw streets that I had walked on, driven on, and called home just couple short months ago.  When I was in Houston during Rita I remember people calling me being so worried about my safety.  I was safely evacuated and more attentive to what damage was happening to the city and how I could help than my personal situation.  I didn't experience moments of panic or fear. I was safe and I knew it.  For my parents it was another story.  They only saw the photographs from the newscast and couldn't reach me on my cell.  I finally know how they feel.  Although not blood related, Andy and I have family in Houston.  So to all of you (who we can't reach by phone though we've tried and tried) know that we are praying for you.  I'm sure that you are all safe, but that doesn't mean that your daily lives haven't been affected by this storm.  We love you all.  Let us know how we can pray and if there  is a way for us to help out.  Hope to talk to you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-4923601569514921859?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4923601569514921859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=4923601569514921859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4923601569514921859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/4923601569514921859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/eeek-ike.html' title='EEEEEEk Ike'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-9005931853582769257</id><published>2008-09-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:57:58.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rocky</title><content type='html'>Temple is playing football at Buffalo today and the Buffalo band and stadium keep playing songs from the Rocky soundtrack (Eye of the Tiger and Go Fly Now).  Temple is a Philadelphia school.  If Buffalo wants to pump up their team, someone should write a song about hot wings.  Instead they steal Philly's song to pump up their team.  And they're not the only one.  This happens all the time.  Write your own awesome inspirational songs!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Carla and I were talking and she claimed she had "nothing else to say."  I laughed at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-9005931853582769257?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/9005931853582769257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=9005931853582769257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/9005931853582769257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/9005931853582769257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/rocky.html' title='rocky'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310965622376464700.post-8398170842540120003</id><published>2008-09-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:03:49.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new favorite</title><content type='html'>So those of you who know me well have been asked as least once to sit and watch an episode of Prison Break.  It started four years ago when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsuspectingly&lt;/span&gt; I happened upon an episode.  Since then I have converted many of my friends, family, and even some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; to Prison Break mania.  Season four has just started, and I am still one of the shows favorite fans, but lately I have begun to expand my horizons.  I'm not sure how we started to watch this show ( and yes this one is 'we' Andy has proven to be a bit resistant to jumping on the Prison Break mania band wagon...but we'll get there..anyway, this new show is a favorite for both him and I)  but it has proven entertaining.  So drum role please....its House.  I know maybe not what you were thinking, but it keeps us guessing.  Andy who loves any sort of puzzle gets as excited as I do ( which is quite a feat) at guessing how they will cure their newest patient.  The only draw back to the show surfaced this week when I woke up with a sore throat.  I spent the morning contemplating how many different infections or types of bacteria could have somehow entered my system.  And I was quick not to overrule the sneaky or unsuspecting ways that these things sneak up on you.  You never know a leaky faucet,  a flea on a dog ...I might have walked by ...a dirty door handle, fumes from a car a couple of miles away.  These all carry germs and House always seems to find the most crucial detail in something ridiculous.   I ended up having a head cold, but many other diagnoses scared me first.  Andy thinks I'm crazy...and I'll admit I think I am a bit.  I didn't mean to get so bent out of shape over a head cold; I just wanted to be cautious.  Shows can affect you more than you know...I mean put me in prison...I'll get out.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310965622376464700-8398170842540120003?l=prescottspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8398170842540120003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6310965622376464700&amp;postID=8398170842540120003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8398170842540120003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310965622376464700/posts/default/8398170842540120003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottspage.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-favorite.html' title='A new favorite'/><author><name>The Prescott's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447545546975344282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgXowY__N8g/SLQ_fDIR4AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rRzFGbiPlSs/S220/DSC_2627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
