<?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-7727148404414219349</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:26:01.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roach Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-1192235867473097248</id><published>2010-02-25T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:30:32.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan Goes to the Dojo</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the dojo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c2VyjHc3I/AAAAAAAAALA/7ly0jvNC-P4/s1600-h/IMGP1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c2VyjHc3I/AAAAAAAAALA/7ly0jvNC-P4/s320/IMGP1985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442378422674748274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethea and I have been asked several times to open a dojo for the community.  I have been teaching aikido for Wasatch Academy but my evenings have been taken up by graduate school and writing my book.  Now that both of those things are done, we finally have some evenings to dedicate to a community dojo.  -And it is MUCH more fun than graduate school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the star of the show is Aidan, who has been in the dojo since he was born but only recently began his official training.  Front rolls, back rolls, various throwing and pinning techniques:  Aidan is a natural athlete and learning VERY quickly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5HwYlfUI/AAAAAAAAALI/hQtxb6-XCRU/s1600-h/IMGP1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5HwYlfUI/AAAAAAAAALI/hQtxb6-XCRU/s400/IMGP1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442381480110423362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5I8Si2NI/AAAAAAAAALY/8hTfMzNZEMM/s1600-h/IMGP1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5I8Si2NI/AAAAAAAAALY/8hTfMzNZEMM/s400/IMGP1967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442381500486179026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The students love to step offline avoiding the downward strikes from bamboo swords.  Here my senior student Steve and I aim and swing at the children...  How often do you hear that?  hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5JV5BcHI/AAAAAAAAALg/FYetNG5nEEw/s1600-h/IMGP1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5JV5BcHI/AAAAAAAAALg/FYetNG5nEEw/s400/IMGP1971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442381507358453874" border="0" /&gt;Here Aidan is performing Ikkyo, the first technique.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5IcQbnMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V4IcypS2Htg/s1600-h/IMGP1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c5IcQbnMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V4IcypS2Htg/s400/IMGP1981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442381491887381698" border="0" /&gt;Aidan looks so serious but he has so much fun in aikido.  I think he just wanted to make a tough-guy face for the camera.  Most of the time he is smiling ... Which of course, brings me great joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-1192235867473097248?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/1192235867473097248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2010/02/aidan-goes-to-dojo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/1192235867473097248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/1192235867473097248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2010/02/aidan-goes-to-dojo.html' title='Aidan Goes to the Dojo'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S4c2VyjHc3I/AAAAAAAAALA/7ly0jvNC-P4/s72-c/IMGP1985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-6982204205042333503</id><published>2010-01-31T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:31:20.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max at 2010 Buzzards race in Mesquite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ecezgDYRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/o1hEEty7rzU/s1600-h/IMGP1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ecezgDYRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/o1hEEty7rzU/s320/IMGP1966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433483528480448786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here is the story of my first desert race...  From the time I was a little kid, I have always loved the idea of racing in the desert.  -Just like my childhood fantasy of riding like Steve McQueen in, Bruce Brown's "On Any Sunday."  My father and many family members ride motorcycles.  Most of them are a little nuts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of unexpectedly having dirt spun into every crevace in my face, swallowing the dirt kicked up by racers in front of me, many beautifully colored bruises, seeing my beautiful wife and children cheering me on, and an unexpectedly strong finish.   I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJcH2B1HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fP60XMUnCJg/s1600-h/IMGP1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJcH2B1HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fP60XMUnCJg/s320/IMGP1923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110747959907442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJcH2B1HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fP60XMUnCJg/s1600-h/IMGP1923.jpg"&gt;Here is a shot of me, Aidan and Porter just before the riders meeting.  I was so nervous.    But of course, daddies are brave in the face of pre-race jitters.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLrF8tR3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0BbZt2RprsU/s1600-h/IMGP1951.jpg"&gt;The "Roach Racing" pit crew takes a few things very seriously: Fun, Cheering for Daddy, and playing in the dirt!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLrF8tR3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0BbZt2RprsU/s1600-h/IMGP1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLrF8tR3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0BbZt2RprsU/s320/IMGP1951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433113204172343154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJdh8mJyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FtZRdPHhYbw/s1600-h/IMGP1930_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJdh8mJyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FtZRdPHhYbw/s320/IMGP1930_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110772146644770" border="0" /&gt;Shown here are just a few of the bikes running in the Pro and Amateur race.  My guess is that there were around two hundred riders on the course during this race.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJc3xklyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vD48Qirka9w/s1600-h/IMGP1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJc3xklyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vD48Qirka9w/s320/IMGP1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110760826115874" border="0" /&gt;Zooming in on this picture, you can see me giving a thumbs up to Alethea and the boys.  I was so proud to be there, see Aidan and Porter jumping up and down cheering, and see lovely Alethea holding Charlie. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJc3xklyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vD48Qirka9w/s1600-h/IMGP1930.jpg"&gt;The bikes started, the sound was thunderous and the ground shook.  I was so pumped up that my mind swam from one terrified thought to another.  At this point, I still did not know where the "flag" was.  There is supposed to be a couple guys who hold up a big flag and then drop it to start the race...  The was my first race, I was out of my league racing with the Amatures (most people race Novice class and only advance to Amateur after being promoted because they have won a certain number of races over a period of years.  At this point, I was SERIOUSLY doubting my decision to sign up for the Amateur class.  SOOOOOOOO many riders and they all look REALLY serious.   -I just came to ride hard and have fun.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLqOPpuII/AAAAAAAAAJw/4-xo2-anJeg/s1600-h/IMGP1933_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLqOPpuII/AAAAAAAAAJw/4-xo2-anJeg/s320/IMGP1933_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433113189219416194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the start.  This was not a classic desert race start.  They did it "Grand Prix style; where they arrange racers in rows and keep track of the time that each row leaves the starting gate.  I am on the far end of the row in the black and grey helmet with the blue fender.  Five seconds before the start, I asked one of the race workers, "where should I be looking to know when to go?"  He pointed to a black box about 60 yards away and said, "those lights."As soon as I looked over there, the light turned green!  GO!  Notice I am already on the move, wheel up, and getting a miraculously good start.  What a thrill!  There is nothing like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJeMkD4nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/272Viz3eswI/s1600-h/IMGP1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJeMkD4nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/272Viz3eswI/s320/IMGP1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110783586460274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLq3TO8MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nzml6xMgy4M/s1600-h/IMGP1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLq3TO8MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nzml6xMgy4M/s320/IMGP1950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433113200240292034" border="0" /&gt;From their pirch at the end of pit row, Alethea and the boys watched me speed by at over 60 mph.  The beautiful day was perfect for desert racing!  -A nice break from the frigid temps of Mt. P.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLqh9OBCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Af8orSf2jEY/s1600-h/IMGP1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZLqh9OBCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Af8orSf2jEY/s320/IMGP1949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433113194510812194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys playing in what would later become a super nasty obsticle: a huge lumpy pile of SAWDUST!  As the race went on, the sawdust was shaped into treacherous peaks and valleys so nasty that they could not be taken at speed like whoops.  I passed two riders on the first lap who had been racing really fast and they crashed right in front of me in this stuff. The folks in the Buzzards motorcycle club are some really sick puppies.  -I wish I had pictures of the 9 foot high mining truck tires that they lined up for us to climb over!  Sick bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJcsMh4tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PaTawHDQBcQ/s1600-h/IMGP1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJcsMh4tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PaTawHDQBcQ/s320/IMGP1926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110757717959378" border="0" /&gt;More pics to come.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End Result:  -Desert races are notoriously gnarly and known for many racers not finishing due to the speed, obstacles,  other crazy riders, sagebrush, razor sharp rocks, and, most commonly, your motorcycle just gives up under the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took first place in my class: Amateur 30+.  I placed 32nd out of 258 Pro and Amateur racers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I still can't actually believe it.  It was my first motorcycle race.  I was in a class that I am told is very competitive, so I just wanted to go and have fun.  Honestly, I think it is a fluke!  I figured if I finished the race I would have been a smashing success...  I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take a few things with me:  I have bruises from head to toe.  I take them home with pride because I earned each one the hard way and none of them broke me.  I have a fancy trophy and a finisher's pin.  -Neither of which I actually thought I would take home.  I made some great new friends like the Jolleys, Ron and Talisa, from the Sageriders, and Mr. Knight, from FAST Racing.  Most importantly, my family had a wonderful time and we can't wait to go do it again.  -After I fix my bike and I can walk upright again.  Lastly, I will take home the knowledge that I am a desert racer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ZJcH2B1HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fP60XMUnCJg/s1600-h/IMGP1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-6982204205042333503?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/6982204205042333503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2010/01/max-at-2010-buzzards-race-in-mesquite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/6982204205042333503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/6982204205042333503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2010/01/max-at-2010-buzzards-race-in-mesquite.html' title='Max at 2010 Buzzards race in Mesquite'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/S2ecezgDYRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/o1hEEty7rzU/s72-c/IMGP1966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-7786150698943059363</id><published>2009-12-05T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:02:27.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 2009 Christmas Tree Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx1CBFkso0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/iKPEBrsWrqU/s1600-h/IMGP1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx1CBFkso0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/iKPEBrsWrqU/s320/IMGP1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412554913612604226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we buy a tree permit from the forest service and drive up Spring City canyon to find our perfect Christmas Tree. This year was no different except we were spared waiting in line for 90 min at 7am in 10 degree weather to get one of the 300 or so permits they sell. Normally that is the hard part and finding the "perfect tree" is the easy part.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kK_LGMPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bx9LLd4P4DI/s1600-h/IMGP1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kK_LGMPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bx9LLd4P4DI/s320/IMGP1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412522098344472818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kLa0L6II/AAAAAAAAAIU/KVsc9xvvprk/s1600-h/IMGP1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kLa0L6II/AAAAAAAAAIU/KVsc9xvvprk/s320/IMGP1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412522105764571266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kLxsLm0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GuX5WmmQDyM/s1600-h/IMGP1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kLxsLm0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GuX5WmmQDyM/s320/IMGP1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412522111905012546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we tromped though the snow carrying Porter and Charlie, while Aidan was sledding down the road, for over an hour.  I was feeling done so I pointed to a fine looking tree a short distance away and told Max to just cut that one down so we could be done.  Being the amazing husband he is, he cut without arguing. Well, the tree turned out to be about 20 feet tall and we only have  9 ft ceilings.  After cutting 6 ft off the top and 5 ft off the bottom we ended up with a lovely tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were patient and well behaved &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kMkEl14I/AAAAAAAAAIs/y6IF-YuF-PQ/s1600-h/IMGP1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kMkEl14I/AAAAAAAAAIs/y6IF-YuF-PQ/s320/IMGP1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412522125429168002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even let me take some cute pictures of them.  It was another great tree hunt, and definitely one we'll remember.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kMTi6FrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uY1TFbXATws/s1600-h/IMGP1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx0kMTi6FrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uY1TFbXATws/s320/IMGP1350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412522120992921266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-7786150698943059363?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7786150698943059363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-2009-christmas-tree-hunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/7786150698943059363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/7786150698943059363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-2009-christmas-tree-hunt.html' title='Our 2009 Christmas Tree Hunt'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sx1CBFkso0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/iKPEBrsWrqU/s72-c/IMGP1359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-4178557240352995874</id><published>2009-11-02T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:04:51.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, Roach style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x_pXbH4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PcKoueq0nsg/s1600-h/IMGP1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x_pXbH4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PcKoueq0nsg/s320/IMGP1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399659816490311554" border="0" /&gt;We decorated our house this year like a grave yard. The boys loved it and so did the neighborhood kids. Next year I think we'll add the creapy music and make it even scarrier.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x_MOkk-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/I59CNtPeyrA/s1600-h/IMGP1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x_MOkk-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/I59CNtPeyrA/s320/IMGP1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399659808668554210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x-6Q5T8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/a04kaE-dnEM/s1600-h/IMGP1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x-6Q5T8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/a04kaE-dnEM/s320/IMGP1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399659803846463426" border="0" /&gt;Charlie was a turtle. He loved Halloween and Trick-or-treating. The only problem was her wanted to stop after each house to see what was in his bucket and eat it. He also added a lot of dirt and rocks to his candy because they are just as much fun to put in!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x-XoYVzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iOVwnWqj32Y/s1600-h/IMGP1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x-XoYVzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iOVwnWqj32Y/s320/IMGP1303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399659794549724978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wETShBdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9wSbmHp2w_U/s1600-h/IMGP1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wETShBdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9wSbmHp2w_U/s320/IMGP1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657697440237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wDaC4JII/AAAAAAAAAHE/cgIOg8_fOXU/s1600-h/IMGP1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wDaC4JII/AAAAAAAAAHE/cgIOg8_fOXU/s320/IMGP1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657682073822338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some great shots of my kids this Halloween. Aidan and Porter really wanted to be Jedi. The costumes at the store were so cheesy, so I decided to make them myself. They turned out great and I hope the boys will use them for dress up for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wEM2T3DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X2uzLWE7nq8/s1600-h/IMGP1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wEM2T3DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X2uzLWE7nq8/s320/IMGP1282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657695711321138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wD0Mj3AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zXahlnw94j4/s1600-h/IMGP1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wD0Mj3AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zXahlnw94j4/s320/IMGP1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657689093757954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wDkMQQcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1D-iHhI-xXc/s1600-h/IMGP1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wDkMQQcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1D-iHhI-xXc/s320/IMGP1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657684797505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wDaC4JII/AAAAAAAAAHE/cgIOg8_fOXU/s1600-h/IMGP1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9wDaC4JII/AAAAAAAAAHE/cgIOg8_fOXU/s320/IMGP1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657682073822338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-4178557240352995874?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4178557240352995874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-roach-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/4178557240352995874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/4178557240352995874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-roach-style.html' title='Halloween, Roach style'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9x_pXbH4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PcKoueq0nsg/s72-c/IMGP1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-3867326368705364883</id><published>2009-11-02T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:36:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porters Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9ryKJFYlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6V85wXvI0cw/s1600-h/IMGP1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9ryKJFYlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6V85wXvI0cw/s320/IMGP1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399652987700601426" border="0" /&gt;Here are a few pictures from Porters 3rd Birthday Party. He really wanted to have a Tinkerbell Birthday without anything pink. He likes Tinkerbell because she builds things and she can fly. I couldn't say no when he had such sound reasons. So, please enjoy his masculine Tinkerbell Birthday photos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rx1xsJsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XFomJtYTqy0/s1600-h/IMGP1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rx1xsJsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XFomJtYTqy0/s320/IMGP1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399652982233769666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rxjcKgXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ofdpSBYBV1c/s1600-h/IMGP1209_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rxjcKgXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ofdpSBYBV1c/s320/IMGP1209_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399652977311646066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rxOcsyuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hWUEa2K6kR4/s1600-h/IMGP1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rxOcsyuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hWUEa2K6kR4/s320/IMGP1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399652971676748514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rw4LiU5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Nv6QftYlonw/s1600-h/IMGP1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9rw4LiU5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Nv6QftYlonw/s320/IMGP1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399652965699179410" border="0" /&gt;Here's a funny Porter quote to go with this picture.  He told me this when we were driving home from ther grocery stoer a few days ago. He says the craziest things at the most random times.  What I'd give to be in his head.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter: Mom, kids don't really drink beer, do they.&lt;br /&gt;Alethea: No Porter, they don't.&lt;br /&gt;Poter: Well, ... I guess I better stop then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-3867326368705364883?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3867326368705364883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/11/porters-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/3867326368705364883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/3867326368705364883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/11/porters-birthday-party.html' title='Porters Birthday Party'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Su9ryKJFYlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6V85wXvI0cw/s72-c/IMGP1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-1611708211530838830</id><published>2009-09-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:06:39.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's First Birthday Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH2exnFNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-JzYDK2dfi8/s1600-h/IMGP0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH2exnFNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-JzYDK2dfi8/s320/IMGP0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377376956380026066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are a few photos from Charlie's First Birthday party.  They are a little late in posting seeing that his birthday was July 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  He had a great time with his cake and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH1_HzmtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kzav7ZISm2g/s1600-h/IMGP0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH1_HzmtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kzav7ZISm2g/s320/IMGP0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377376947883186898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH2exnFNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-JzYDK2dfi8/s1600-h/IMGP0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Aidan and Porter are always glad for an occasion to eat cake.  A good time was had by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH2exnFNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-JzYDK2dfi8/s1600-h/IMGP0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH1f0REGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mAcGJRwL1x8/s1600-h/IMGP0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH1f0REGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mAcGJRwL1x8/s320/IMGP0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377376939479732322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-1611708211530838830?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/1611708211530838830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlies-first-birthday-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/1611708211530838830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/1611708211530838830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlies-first-birthday-photos.html' title='Charlie&apos;s First Birthday Photos'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SqBH2exnFNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-JzYDK2dfi8/s72-c/IMGP0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-6296352118761958975</id><published>2009-09-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:52:56.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute boys in  the Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I3YbpVZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PB6EmNUMF8k/s1600-h/IMGP1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I3YbpVZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PB6EmNUMF8k/s320/IMGP1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376604015182828946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I24xrcQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fu2gVpxEIK4/s1600-h/IMGP1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I24xrcQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fu2gVpxEIK4/s320/IMGP1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376604006685307138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I2vy0DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3NFGE-VTtMc/s1600-h/IMGP1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I2vy0DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3NFGE-VTtMc/s320/IMGP1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376604004274146658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I2MF8-lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-k-GsgOmJgc/s1600-h/IMGP1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I2MF8-lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-k-GsgOmJgc/s320/IMGP1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376603994690746962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought  I would post these pictures of the boys playing in the backyard at our new house because they are adorable.  Charlie started walking the week after his first birthday last month and now there is no stopping him.  He is trying to run everywhere to catch up with his big brothers.  He also likes to climb.  He is always getting up onto things I would not imagine him capable of climbing.  They all love to ride around in the little John Deere truck.  Aidan puts Charlie in the back sometimes and the big boys drive him around the yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-6296352118761958975?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/6296352118761958975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute-boys-in-backyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/6296352118761958975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/6296352118761958975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute-boys-in-backyard.html' title='Cute boys in  the Backyard'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sp2I3YbpVZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PB6EmNUMF8k/s72-c/IMGP1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-4835796433595369156</id><published>2009-08-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:33:16.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's 1st day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMFgbHxiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Px_DQCO4eLI/s1600-h/IMGP1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMFgbHxiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Px_DQCO4eLI/s320/IMGP1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376185343916099106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aidan started Kindergarten last friday.  He is really excited about going to school with the "big kids."  He walks the three blocks every morning with his friend Will (though currently he is also followed by his protective mother and two younger brothers).  Here are a couple of pictures of him in front of our new house, which Max calls the gingerbread house.  There is also a picture of him in his classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of my intelligent, kind, and handsome son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMGvBJ6OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kka9VHlLYeg/s1600-h/IMGP1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMGvBJ6OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kka9VHlLYeg/s320/IMGP1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376185365013588194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMGLScTsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UynMPQ8pSqE/s1600-h/IMGP1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMGLScTsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UynMPQ8pSqE/s320/IMGP1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376185355422420674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-4835796433595369156?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4835796433595369156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidans-1st-day-of-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/4835796433595369156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/4835796433595369156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidans-1st-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Aidan&apos;s 1st day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SpwMFgbHxiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Px_DQCO4eLI/s72-c/IMGP1185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-2920834594859063358</id><published>2009-07-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:22:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Moab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZkKzAYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/amj1HrZbeLg/s1600-h/IMGP0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZkKzAYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/amj1HrZbeLg/s320/IMGP0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963482311623042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We recently went camping in Moab with some friends from Mt Pleasant.  We took the kids hiking to Corona Arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Charlie with Corona Arch in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZcnKzcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WNGpGENGyhY/s1600-h/IMGP0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZcnKzcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WNGpGENGyhY/s320/IMGP0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963480283139522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being carried around is exausting," said Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZOwx_2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6paPFaWISzc/s1600-h/IMGP0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZOwx_2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6paPFaWISzc/s320/IMGP0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963476565360482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our three boys in front of the pictograph panel in Cane Creek Canyon, Moab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPYhClRQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mcd9XtZyw0A/s1600-h/IMGP0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPYhClRQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mcd9XtZyw0A/s320/IMGP0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963464291992834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my favorite boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPYCrMJNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3RUte74SnX0/s1600-h/IMGP0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPYCrMJNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3RUte74SnX0/s320/IMGP0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963456140813522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They've got the early morning sillies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-2920834594859063358?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2920834594859063358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-in-moab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/2920834594859063358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/2920834594859063358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-in-moab.html' title='Camping in Moab'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SltPZkKzAYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/amj1HrZbeLg/s72-c/IMGP0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-5371646582782215359</id><published>2009-07-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:40:53.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan Rides the Blue Bombito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT5MNEs8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PJqUhC-u0BY/s1600-h/IMGP0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT5MNEs8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PJqUhC-u0BY/s320/IMGP0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357053630006735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT5eZZUrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fAJemMzTHmM/s1600-h/IMGP0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Aidan made me so proud!  He was a little scared to ride on the dirt.  But after ten minutes riding around on the school's field, he was ready!  Honestly, I was a little misty...  -A proud papa.  I remembered my first time riding a motorcycle; I nearly killed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Aidan has his mother's sensibility though and rode like a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living here in a place where it is clean, safe, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT4iqFcAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JWE4SNLkAJk/s1600-h/IMGP0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT4iqFcAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JWE4SNLkAJk/s320/IMGP0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357053618854129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit the "Roach Motel" for good food, cold beer and unforgettable adventures.  -We have extra bikes too!  If you're lucky, Aidan might just give you a motorcycling lesson.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT5eZZUrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fAJemMzTHmM/s1600-h/IMGP0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT5eZZUrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fAJemMzTHmM/s320/IMGP0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357053634890257074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-5371646582782215359?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/5371646582782215359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/aidan-rides-blue-bombito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/5371646582782215359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/5371646582782215359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/aidan-rides-blue-bombito.html' title='Aidan Rides the Blue Bombito!'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SlgT5MNEs8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PJqUhC-u0BY/s72-c/IMGP0889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-3807215336428831968</id><published>2009-03-29T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:46:04.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sc_jqzh7FrI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZTd2ztam620/s1600-h/IMGP1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sc_jqzh7FrI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZTd2ztam620/s320/IMGP1282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318720009474348722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sc_jqLK9UqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kO0cmhZ_ADg/s1600-h/IMGP1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sc_jqLK9UqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kO0cmhZ_ADg/s320/IMGP1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318719998640607906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been a long time since I posted.  Spring keeps teasing us with its start..almost..  We are definitely ready to get outside and play.  Recently we got a new puppy.  His name is Maico, after some old German motorcycle,  and he is a Great Pyrenees.  We got him about 2 months ago when he was 9 weeks and about 10 lbs.  He is now 4 months old and about 40 lbs.  His papa weighed in at about 130 so we expect him to be enormous.  He is pretty good with the kids and he looks like the baby of our other Pyrenees mix Brodie.  About 2 weeks after we got Maico, our baby Charlie became very sick with a strange unknown virus.  The puppy was also very sick with what seemed like parvo.  Charlie had to spend a few days in isolation at Primary Children's.  They tested him for everything they could even remotely believe was making him sick.  Everything came up negative.  It was like an episode of house with all the docs around a white board comparing his symptoms with know viruses.  It was scary and strange but all is well now and he is just a normal crawling busy 9 month old.  Maico is also fine and maybe even more mellow than a normal puppy due to all his sick down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max just got home from Japan where he was collecting images for his upcoming book.  We don't expect its release until then end of 2010 or the beginning of 2011.  It was a crazy 2 weeks with just the kids and I, but we did all right.  We got some baby chicks  to replace the our chickens that mysteriously disappeared.  We also got some free turkens, also known as turkey hens, which are very very ugly.  They have featherless necks with a tuft of feathers on top of their heads making them look like dinosaurs.  I named them turkendactyl and turkenrex. I have been told they lay extra yummy eggs so I 'll keep them around a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the condensed version of the Roach news.  We are counting down the last 10 weeks of school and looking forward to a long summer with Max.  I see lots of camping, hiking, and motorcycling in our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder.. We enjoy having visitors if you're even in our neck of the woods. We'd love to share a meal with you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-3807215336428831968?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3807215336428831968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/3807215336428831968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/3807215336428831968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy!'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/Sc_jqzh7FrI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZTd2ztam620/s72-c/IMGP1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-4355193118527825375</id><published>2009-01-31T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:15:47.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for Hot Springs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVEZaEbFI/AAAAAAAAACg/i-ODQ-3eJAg/s1600-h/IMGP1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVEZaEbFI/AAAAAAAAACg/i-ODQ-3eJAg/s320/IMGP1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297522964466789458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVEIQsVxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hnfm1Fuzvn0/s1600-h/IMGP1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVEIQsVxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hnfm1Fuzvn0/s320/IMGP1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297522959864059666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVELgW0VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uIhbUiIYDjk/s1600-h/IMGP1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVELgW0VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uIhbUiIYDjk/s320/IMGP1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297522960735064402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVD1z2htI/AAAAAAAAACI/XxgPMK_AlQ0/s1600-h/IMGP1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVD1z2htI/AAAAAAAAACI/XxgPMK_AlQ0/s320/IMGP1273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297522954911254226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we went on our annual trip to Lava Hot Springs.  It is a little town in Idaho with some small motels, a grocery store and a whole bunch of natural hot springs.  We went with four other families from Wasatch and rented a big house and a couple of Motel rooms.  It worked well to have a home base where all the kids could run around and play.  We had a blast!!  All of the kids loved swimming in the hot water, and we had the best weather ever.  It was warm enough outside, maybe 30 degrees, that you could stay in the water for a couple of hours without getting frozen hair.  If you have never been there you should give it a try.  It is a cozy funky town, and its fairly cheap for a weekend vacation..  Here are a couple of pictures of the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-4355193118527825375?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4355193118527825375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-cheers-for-hot-springs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/4355193118527825375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/4355193118527825375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-cheers-for-hot-springs.html' title='Three Cheers for Hot Springs!!'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYSVEZaEbFI/AAAAAAAAACg/i-ODQ-3eJAg/s72-c/IMGP1238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-3073407850032884567</id><published>2009-01-31T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:31:12.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more trip back in time.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRtdOshnkI/AAAAAAAAACA/5-FG11gfp3c/s1600-h/IMGP1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRtdOshnkI/AAAAAAAAACA/5-FG11gfp3c/s320/IMGP1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479410623028802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRqXohTOFI/AAAAAAAAABY/onWU4XysI94/s1600-h/IMGP1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRqXohTOFI/AAAAAAAAABY/onWU4XysI94/s320/IMGP1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297476015941171282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;One more trip back in time..  Here is a little bit of our Christmas adventure this year.  We love having my family spend Christmas with us.  Aidan lets Uncle D and Meredith sleep in his bunk beds.  We fill our little house with people, laughter, presents, food and of course liquor.  I hope you all had a wonderful holiday with your freinds and family as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year Max started looking at little 50 cc motorcycles for our boys.  I thought it was a  terrible idea to get a 4 1/2 year old a motorcycle.  "Way to dangerous,"I said,  though I knew it was a losing battle.  Max had gotten a motorcycle when he was 6 in Lake Tahoe, and those were some of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;best memories from growing up.  Then I started thinking about all of the things that people do with their young children that are also dangerous.  Like skiing, snowboarding, hunting,  not to mention living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRqYH6k-xI/AAAAAAAAABo/Aj5VPRUp-UY/s1600-h/IMGP1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRqYH6k-xI/AAAAAAAAABo/Aj5VPRUp-UY/s320/IMGP1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297476024368691986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;polluted air, and driving in cars while talking on cell phones, you know everyday life.  So, I realized that anything can be done in a safer or more dangerous way, and I guess that applies to motorcycles.  Also, he wears a helmet, chest protector, gloves, padded pants, goggles, and probably will have training wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO after a little motorcycle rant, here are our Christmas pics from this year.  My Mom, Step Dad, Brother and Sister, came down to Mt. P and had Christmas with us.  This is a very relaxing and beautiful place to spend Christmas.  No one has to drive anywhere (there's nothing open and nowhere to go) and everybody gets to watch the kids enjoy Christmas morning.   The boys did get their motorcycle.  Its a blue 50 cc Yamaha peewee called the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue Bombito&lt;/span&gt; (Daddy's bike is also a blue Yamaha called the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue Bomber&lt;/span&gt;).  We all got plenty of presents, not that any of us needed anything, and then we made a snow hill and fort in the front yard.  It snowed all day! I think it was the best Christmas ever!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRqYn0XVgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wXTSdKwk_3A/s1600-h/IMGP1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRqYn0XVgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wXTSdKwk_3A/s320/IMGP1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297476032932566530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727148404414219349-3073407850032884567?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3073407850032884567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-trip-back-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/3073407850032884567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/3073407850032884567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-trip-back-in-time.html' title='One more trip back in time.........'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SYRtdOshnkI/AAAAAAAAACA/5-FG11gfp3c/s72-c/IMGP1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-2917937886833598187</id><published>2009-01-24T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:33:22.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel back in time to October 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtCAfxAknI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FgkPWLmVt04/s1600-h/IMG_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtCAfxAknI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FgkPWLmVt04/s320/IMG_1082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294898363198640754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtBoMexCRI/AAAAAAAAABI/fiSAp34OZnc/s1600-h/IMG_1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtBoMexCRI/AAAAAAAAABI/fiSAp34OZnc/s320/IMG_1104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294897945704990994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtAmFesnjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VOlSqTYO6X4/s1600-h/IMG_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtAmFesnjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VOlSqTYO6X4/s320/IMG_1057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294896809954287154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the boys Halloween pictures.  They were so sweet that I thought I would take this Blog back in time to show them to you.  Porter is the Little Pirate, Aidan is The blue and black Spiderman (I guess he is the Bad one, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtBZG2FqoI/AAAAAAAAABA/YWXRxoOXGfI/s1600-h/IMG_1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtBZG2FqoI/AAAAAAAAABA/YWXRxoOXGfI/s320/IMG_1067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294897686494161538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or so Aidan told me), and Charlie is the little caterpillar.     So damn cute I could puke ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Boo at the Zoo in SLC.  It was the most crowded I have ever seen it, so these might be our last Boo pictures for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7727148404414219349-2917937886833598187?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2917937886833598187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/travel-back-in-time-to-october-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/2917937886833598187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/2917937886833598187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/travel-back-in-time-to-october-2008.html' title='Travel back in time to October 2008'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXtCAfxAknI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FgkPWLmVt04/s72-c/IMG_1082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727148404414219349.post-8893543314909780202</id><published>2009-01-24T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:15:29.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting Blog a la Roach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs-dmk8X2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/le7EgCo5Skw/s1600-h/IMGP1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs-dmk8X2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/le7EgCo5Skw/s320/IMGP1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294894465196777314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Welcome to our new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are growing so quickly, and some of you said you wished you could see more of them on the web.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, here we are.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here is our family intro.&lt;/span&gt; I live in Central Utah with my husband Max and our three sons.  Aidan 41/2 years, Porter 2 years, and Charlie 6 months.  I love living in rurual Utah.  The air is always clean, and there are mountains in every direction.  We have 2 dogs, 1 cat, and 2 chickens.  I like to play with my kids and husband, garden, read, host parties, play poker, and spend time with my wonderful girlfriends. I feel blessed to give my children such a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you enjoy seeing and reading about the boys.  They learn new things every day, and (not to brag) are ridiculously adorable. &lt;/span&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/7727148404414219349-8893543314909780202?l=roachcountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/feeds/8893543314909780202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/presenting-blog-la-roach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/8893543314909780202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727148404414219349/posts/default/8893543314909780202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roachcountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/presenting-blog-la-roach.html' title='Presenting Blog a la Roach'/><author><name>Alethea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18290526307183492701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs_ssQbwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VQHa8jW1rSs/S220/summer+2008+065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMaREAzQjWA/SXs-dmk8X2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/le7EgCo5Skw/s72-c/IMGP1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
