<?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-6668199938615232481</id><updated>2012-01-21T14:12:07.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMa Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of these meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be of significance only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experiences.
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Hinckley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-6471891712720739324</id><published>2011-06-24T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:51:40.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new top photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_4507.jpg" width ="500"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to come back to blogging, but every time my internet browser opens and I see the picture of Aidan's feet in ice skates at the top of my blog, I think how much I don't like it, so I'm putting a new picture at the top. That's it. Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-6471891712720739324?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6471891712720739324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=6471891712720739324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/6471891712720739324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/6471891712720739324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-top-photo.html' title='new top photo'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-6558515712029161398</id><published>2011-04-02T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:46:44.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never . . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . . blogged about these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to anyone who happens upon this post, but I'm not really enjoying blogging.  I may take a little hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating. (Two hours before I got stitches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6668199938615232481" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick again.  It's been a rough cold season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_1422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_2385-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_0215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_06352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_06332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_0745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_0659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel "building" our new computer. It was quite the process.  Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_0839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_08372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_0835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accidental shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_2037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view as I'm reading in bed.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_8416-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.  Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-6558515712029161398?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6558515712029161398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=6558515712029161398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/6558515712029161398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/6558515712029161398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-never.html' title='I never . . . .'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-5582519662715681447</id><published>2011-03-02T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:15:01.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox Update</title><content type='html'>It's been about seven weeks since Cat got chicken pox, and for the first five Fridays I tried to take a picture of her at about the same time in the same place, so I could see the progression.  Here they are for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq3HSDIL-sc/TW8w4uE1twI/AAAAAAAAGkA/srIDNEzH4SE/s1600/week1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq3HSDIL-sc/TW8w4uE1twI/AAAAAAAAGkA/srIDNEzH4SE/s400/week1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579732214334469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7vbzxWnrgc/TW8w4XpHS4I/AAAAAAAAGj4/vfSDJqHGo5o/s1600/Week%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7vbzxWnrgc/TW8w4XpHS4I/AAAAAAAAGj4/vfSDJqHGo5o/s400/Week%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579732208312601474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbw2FkO2oog/TW8w4NT3tNI/AAAAAAAAGjw/uoCgxdiNRkI/s1600/week%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbw2FkO2oog/TW8w4NT3tNI/AAAAAAAAGjw/uoCgxdiNRkI/s400/week%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579732205539144914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMl1C1_G5GI/TW8w3_nEyaI/AAAAAAAAGjo/6gbws5opCZ8/s1600/week%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMl1C1_G5GI/TW8w3_nEyaI/AAAAAAAAGjo/6gbws5opCZ8/s400/week%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579732201861597602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4MuTw7dS3w/TW8w3uBYrlI/AAAAAAAAGjg/zIypDuw0N_Q/s1600/wk%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4MuTw7dS3w/TW8w3uBYrlI/AAAAAAAAGjg/zIypDuw0N_Q/s400/wk%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579732197140115026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that we found out where they came from?  They traveled here from St. George with my sister's sister-in-law, who started getting pox a couple of days before Cat. She had held Cat during the Christmas break for a couple of minutes.  That's all it took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-5582519662715681447?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5582519662715681447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=5582519662715681447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/5582519662715681447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/5582519662715681447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/chicken-pox-update.html' title='Chicken Pox Update'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq3HSDIL-sc/TW8w4uE1twI/AAAAAAAAGkA/srIDNEzH4SE/s72-c/week1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-4005584947883572938</id><published>2011-02-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:36:57.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Everything I Need</title><content type='html'>And everything is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many photographers say it's seasonal, but wintertime is not kind, and I'm in a photography slump. I don't like my work, I'm not accomplishing my goals, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I specialized if I would improve. Like if I only shot newborns (which are my nemesis right now). But, I don't want to tie myself down to one subject. That sounds pretty restrictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on a newborn photographer's blog that she has spent $40,000 in equipment since she started five years ago, and that is a suggested minimum. She suggests spending up to $80,000 if you are a serious photographer. In that case, I'm an extreme minimalist. I don't have backup cameras and double lenses, and I don't provide insurance for clients in case they stub their toes at my house, and I only drive a sedan, and I don't send my kids to daycare while I take your photos, and I've never attended a workshop. So, I'm nowhere near professional and I don't claim to be, and even though I call myself AM Photography, it's not a business name, it's just our initials, and I'm what is called a hobbyist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took my pricing page off my blog. The prices are still in effect, I'm just not posting them. I feel like it's presumptuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a good photo, you think nothing of it, but when you see a bad photo, you notice. Sometimes I look at photo blogs, and I wonder &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;are they serious? Do they really think these photos look good? &lt;/span&gt;Do people think that when they see my photos? No one would ever tell me, right? So, I guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone takes good photos sometimes, but I guess a goal would be to take good photos most of the time systematically, and not just by chance. But, I think that takes a talent and a conscious knowledge of what makes a good photo. Not luck. I think some people are born with the eyes to magically see the whole picture, and some people aren't. And I don't know which group I fall into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually try to take our own family photos, because we can't afford the photographers we admire, but we're not very good at it, as evidenced in the following photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/Drycleaner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I purposely blurred my face out. I like it better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographers usually take better shots of their own children and family and friends than of strangers, because they are with them all day long, they can grab the camera when the lighting is best, and they are not afraid to experiment a little. Last time I paid someone to take our photos, I chose someone who I admired for her creativity and experimental style. But, like most photographers, she played it very safe with our photos. The photos were fine, but I was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; disappointed. Note to self: try something experimental in every photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we hired someone to take our photos (because Julie needs a photo for her wall!). I do like this girl's work, and she has a knack for making people look good (another Jonathan Canlas skill that I think I share), but I'm not getting my hopes up too high. In most photos, I look like I just took a bite out of a lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a week to worry about haircuts and what to wear. Then comes the moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO COMMENTS WELCOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. I drafted this post last week, and today we took the photos, and I have a really good feeling about them. Really really good. Eerily good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-4005584947883572938?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4005584947883572938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=4005584947883572938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/4005584947883572938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/4005584947883572938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-everything-i-need.html' title='I Have Everything I Need'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-4093696569551480323</id><published>2011-01-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:58:57.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What chicken pox?</title><content type='html'>Before I discovered the healing brush tool in Photoshop, I bought Portrait Professional, which is a retouching program known lately because they advertise before and after photos like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/Screen-shot-2010-11-30-at-110141-AM.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like about the program is that it actually contours the face. I don't know their algorithm, but they make eyes larger, and noses smaller, and lips fuller, and cheekbones higher, ETC. It's creepy. But, I am going to defend their use of a cute, little freckle-faced girl, because they probably didn't want to use an acne-pocked seventeen-year-old boy in their ad. It wouldn't make &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are supposed to see the image, and instead of being offended by it, apply it to your own photos. "Oh, that could do wonders for that seventeen-year-old boy I photographed last week." Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of me before and after, using the Portrait Professional default settings. Notice my face shape is slightly different. I'm not offended. I know my face is shaped like a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/PPBA.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put them to the test. I wanted to see what they could do with the pox-plagued face of my little baby. You've seen the before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_9194crop-1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_9194crop_pp.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portrait Professional is very easy and very fast. I simply uploaded her picture and after about five mouse clicks, this is what they came up with. I disabled the face contouring. Not bad, but not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent about a minute in Photoshop with the healing brush tool and this is the final result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/puramachan/DSC_9194cropPS.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad retouching in less than two minutes.  But, I absolutely do not recommend you buy Portrait Professional.  It's not worth the money, and it's weird, and I wish I'd never bought it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-4093696569551480323?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4093696569551480323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=4093696569551480323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/4093696569551480323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/4093696569551480323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-chicken-pox.html' title='What chicken pox?'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-7443124754569062035</id><published>2011-01-05T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:04:45.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;The baby's eyes are white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What color are they in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;They're blue.  Look at the blue around the black. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;They're blue too. What color are mommy's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking intently&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-7443124754569062035?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7443124754569062035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=7443124754569062035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/7443124754569062035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/7443124754569062035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-4422436756765814050</id><published>2010-11-21T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:35:14.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and Afters</title><content type='html'>Blue paisley scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;after&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcW3xZuI/AAAAAAAAGZg/N9ODmGGejPQ/s1600/DSC_6474+step7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542195499608663778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcW3xZuI/AAAAAAAAGZg/N9ODmGGejPQ/s400/DSC_6474%2Bstep7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;before&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcoI5JmI/AAAAAAAAGZo/CX-BrR0mwSY/s1600/DSC_6474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542195504243877474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcoI5JmI/AAAAAAAAGZo/CX-BrR0mwSY/s400/DSC_6474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;after&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcGRrsYI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/-iT_oLLlhKs/s1600/DSC_61543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542195495153938818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcGRrsYI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/-iT_oLLlhKs/s400/DSC_61543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;before&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcFNczlI/AAAAAAAAGZY/fFQvAqbOYd4/s1600/DSC_6154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542195494867750482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcFNczlI/AAAAAAAAGZY/fFQvAqbOYd4/s400/DSC_6154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man-child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;before&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnViUe8RCI/AAAAAAAAGZw/_X2SJmGSAUw/s1600/n635796824_899069_6885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542195602046862370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnViUe8RCI/AAAAAAAAGZw/_X2SJmGSAUw/s400/n635796824_899069_6885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;after&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVia7WSUI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/GUBQp9WGWV8/s1600/DSC_2868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542195603776620866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVia7WSUI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/GUBQp9WGWV8/s400/DSC_2868.jpg" 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/6668199938615232481-4422436756765814050?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4422436756765814050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=4422436756765814050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/4422436756765814050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/4422436756765814050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/before-and-afters.html' title='Before and Afters'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TOnVcW3xZuI/AAAAAAAAGZg/N9ODmGGejPQ/s72-c/DSC_6474%2Bstep7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-5136515140180250277</id><published>2010-11-19T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:08:14.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam</title><content type='html'>I was prepping for my ESL class, and we are going to read a story from the Vietnam War, so I thought I'd read a little about the history in case my students asked me what the Vietnam War was about, which I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I read the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War"&gt;Wikipedia article on Vietnam&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh my gosh, I've never been so upset.  I tend to cry a lot when I prep for my ESL class.  It was horrible!  What were we thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have defected to Canada to avoid the draft, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to believe that we as humans are INCAPABLE of governing ourselves without Divine intervention, which we scoff at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the current state of politics and the economy and the wars in the Middle East.  Do you think we have ANY idea what we are doing and what the consequences of our actions will be?  NONE. And we refuse to ask for help.  And we are, as a whole, selfish and stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-5136515140180250277?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5136515140180250277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=5136515140180250277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/5136515140180250277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/5136515140180250277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/vietnam.html' title='Vietnam'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-1470084417315557653</id><published>2010-10-08T05:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:15:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The economy</title><content type='html'>So, my friend &lt;a href="http://westonandamanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; told me once that in college she wrote a paper about how the washing machine destroyed our society, or something like that. I can't remember exactly what she said, but it seemed that the premise was that women used to spend all day long doing laundry, but after the washing machine, they had so much free time, that they went out and got part-time jobs and messed up the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, pleasee correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I totally agree with her. It seems that the definition of a healthy economy is constant growth, constant consumer spending, and constant job increases. I think that having two parents working has created an artificial inflation of consumer goods because women are the main consumers and as long as women want to buy more stuff, then more stuff will be created, and as long as women are working and have money to buy it, the cycle will continue until the earth is filled with useless "stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.gift-reminder.co.uk/images/wall.e.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.gift-reminder.co.uk/wall.e.htm&amp;amp;usg=__RQEvKkqR_09z9mo_tfJ7SOPQI6c=&amp;amp;h=437&amp;amp;w=490&amp;amp;sz=41&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=38&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=e-DSNAlU7KVNJM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwall-e%26start%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525656764406047202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TK8TjREoIeI/AAAAAAAAGPw/Mf2FT_CIgec/s400/wal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If women work to buy things for their families that are immaterial, I think it's great. Like to pay the mortgage or save for college, or pay the insurance bill, or go to Disneyland (??). But once there is a lot of extra income, and it goes toward buying more clothes and toys and electronic devices, it does nothing but destroy the earth and create the need for false jobs that weaken the economy because once the demand is gone (maybe the supply runs out?), the economy will crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you economists out there, please correct my logic, because these are just the ramblings of an uneducated housewife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-1470084417315557653?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1470084417315557653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=1470084417315557653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/1470084417315557653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/1470084417315557653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/economy.html' title='The economy'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TK8TjREoIeI/AAAAAAAAGPw/Mf2FT_CIgec/s72-c/wal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-8943957460682776457</id><published>2010-10-08T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T05:29:49.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak louder, please.</title><content type='html'>I never watch videos the videos on your blogs. I don't have the time, and I never think they will be any good, etc. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was killing some time yesterday and I watched the video on my SIL's blog. And then I decided to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPF1FhCMPuQ?fs=" hl="en_US" width="480" height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have an immature opinion about political things, but it's not well-formed or based on any amount of research and study. After California's Prop 8 battle, my opinion about gay-marriage went from wishy-washy to well-formed. I just needed to hear a lot more about both sides of the issue than I previously had. So, I posted this video because it's message is so powerful, it makes me squirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-8943957460682776457?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8943957460682776457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=8943957460682776457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/8943957460682776457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/8943957460682776457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/speak-louder-please.html' title='Speak louder, please.'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-7847739110322792518</id><published>2010-09-02T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:27:37.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the Earth . . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . . one MPG at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TIB4vRnMYAI/AAAAAAAAGOo/cpjSVcnBrE0/s1600/2007-honda-civic-hybrid-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512538697478463490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TIB4vRnMYAI/AAAAAAAAGOo/cpjSVcnBrE0/s400/2007-honda-civic-hybrid-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the newest member of our family.  But, in silver.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss our 20-year-old Honda, though. She was good to us.  I hope she finds a good home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-7847739110322792518?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7847739110322792518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=7847739110322792518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/7847739110322792518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/7847739110322792518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/saving-earth.html' title='Saving the Earth . . . .'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TIB4vRnMYAI/AAAAAAAAGOo/cpjSVcnBrE0/s72-c/2007-honda-civic-hybrid-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-3700650205014753037</id><published>2010-06-29T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:09:12.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am blogging at midnight because I am having contractions and I'm trying to ignore them. Yeah! Kind of. It's pretty miserable actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm going to the hospital. I'll finish this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, with a baby at my breast. Ha ha, I've always wanted to say that. I'll explain in a future post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things we did this month while waiting for baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Joyce and Kyle after a day on a boat at Deer Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk4CNssrI/AAAAAAAAGHY/BjSFK9dEEAo/s1600/DSC_8250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450747222504114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk4CNssrI/AAAAAAAAGHY/BjSFK9dEEAo/s400/DSC_8250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk0zU3GHI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/P0laAZmoTGw/s1600/DSC_8243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450691686406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk0zU3GHI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/P0laAZmoTGw/s400/DSC_8243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk0iDRB5I/AAAAAAAAGHI/lneNVP4zwCY/s1600/DSC_8240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450687049205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk0iDRB5I/AAAAAAAAGHI/lneNVP4zwCY/s400/DSC_8240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fishing at Salem Pond with the cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk0A5p1EI/AAAAAAAAGHA/B84ExyXbE2Q/s1600/DSC_7627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450678150517826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk0A5p1EI/AAAAAAAAGHA/B84ExyXbE2Q/s400/DSC_7627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkzy0MgQI/AAAAAAAAGG4/jBGihBKs_PE/s1600/DSC_7634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450674369528066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkzy0MgQI/AAAAAAAAGG4/jBGihBKs_PE/s400/DSC_7634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The injured boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkzfmUJBI/AAAAAAAAGGw/deL21vFHFq8/s1600/DSC_7692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450669211034642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkzfmUJBI/AAAAAAAAGGw/deL21vFHFq8/s400/DSC_7692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkqOpDtjI/AAAAAAAAGGg/zcl0vLaJ6WE/s1600/DSC_7698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450510040315442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkqOpDtjI/AAAAAAAAGGg/zcl0vLaJ6WE/s400/DSC_7698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping in the swing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkp1TZ18I/AAAAAAAAGGY/bpR4u5nJjSA/s1600/DSC_7705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450503238604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkp1TZ18I/AAAAAAAAGGY/bpR4u5nJjSA/s400/DSC_7705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeding ducks with Big Grandpa at Spring Lake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkpm2fe1I/AAAAAAAAGGQ/aq6-zeDtW7s/s1600/DSC_8058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450499359243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkpm2fe1I/AAAAAAAAGGQ/aq6-zeDtW7s/s400/DSC_8058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miguel made the seagulls work for their bread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkpYxuGBI/AAAAAAAAGGI/amm09w20gN0/s1600/DSC_8085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450495581132818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkpYxuGBI/AAAAAAAAGGI/amm09w20gN0/s400/DSC_8085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkgjapTJI/AAAAAAAAGGA/eMy02apB8Zk/s1600/DSC_8086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450343818316946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkgjapTJI/AAAAAAAAGGA/eMy02apB8Zk/s400/DSC_8086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkgSBNrsI/AAAAAAAAGF4/eEVLXduBFnQ/s1600/DSC_8105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450339148246722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkgSBNrsI/AAAAAAAAGF4/eEVLXduBFnQ/s400/DSC_8105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Spanish Fork EMS Open House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkgLOmc3I/AAAAAAAAGFw/MxWCOaFk7r4/s1600/DSC_8113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450337325347698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkgLOmc3I/AAAAAAAAGFw/MxWCOaFk7r4/s400/DSC_8113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A crash simulator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkfuzEFgI/AAAAAAAAGFo/Os31pUWmOFM/s1600/DSC_8136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450329693656578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkfuzEFgI/AAAAAAAAGFo/Os31pUWmOFM/s400/DSC_8136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkfdudPsI/AAAAAAAAGFg/kPcjuiIocB8/s1600/DSC_8165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450325110931138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrkfdudPsI/AAAAAAAAGFg/kPcjuiIocB8/s400/DSC_8165.jpg" 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/6668199938615232481-3700650205014753037?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3700650205014753037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=3700650205014753037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/3700650205014753037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/3700650205014753037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/killing-time.html' title='Killing time . . .'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/TCrk4CNssrI/AAAAAAAAGHY/BjSFK9dEEAo/s72-c/DSC_8250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-8359280046631287840</id><published>2010-05-14T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:05:37.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All y'all are the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kyleplussarah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; rushed over to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;donate $50&lt;/span&gt; to my bone marrow donor kit, and although I shouldn't have accepted it, I did, because it was all about the cost for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amayzing-family.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alyssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; told me about &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;free bone marrow typing&lt;/span&gt; that she had &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; heard about, and I checked it out and it was legit! I signed up and they are sending me a kit in a week. If you want to sign up, here's the link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freestuff.com/featured/free-bone-marrow-test-kit/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.freestuff.com/featured/free-bone-marrow-test-kit/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, Sarah, I'm going to bring your money back. Thanks though. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You're an inspiration.&lt;/span&gt; If you or anyone else wants a free photo shoot, I'm feeling generous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, I'm going to go cry a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. Miguel's uncle was just diagnosed with leukemia. His daughter died of leukemia several years ago and his wife died suddenly in her sleep a couple of years ago, and if anything happens to him, his daughter, Miguel's cousin, a freshman at BYU-I, will be alone in the world. And, I just learned from my reading that most bone marrow recipients are leukemia patients, and so I feel good about this.  Thanks again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-8359280046631287840?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8359280046631287840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=8359280046631287840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/8359280046631287840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/8359280046631287840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-love.html' title='For the Love . . .'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668199938615232481.post-3491460273519419666</id><published>2010-05-02T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:35:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politically Incorrect</title><content type='html'>The other day my husband and I were listening to the radio and Sarah Palin was speeching and she ended with "I'm proud to be an American." We both looked at each other and asked almost in unison, "what does that even mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm proud of, as far as being American, but what is Sarah Palin proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to come up with some answers, but this is all we could think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the far-reaching self-serving government&lt;br /&gt;the state of the economy&lt;br /&gt;the national debt&lt;br /&gt;the pompus, arrogant attitude toward world issues&lt;br /&gt;rampant consumerism&lt;br /&gt;epidemic obesity&lt;br /&gt;the glamourization (sp?) of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;reality TV&lt;br /&gt;being the #1 polluter on the planet&lt;br /&gt;the welfare system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mitt Romney was speaking in Utah and said, "This is an exceptional land. A land we can stand to be proud of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him that this is a "land" to be proud of. But, speaking collectively and not individually, the "people" I am not so sure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, I watched &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt; this week and realized how grateful I am to live in this country, in whatever condition it's in. There's nowhere else I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry about this politically incorrect post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668199938615232481-3491460273519419666?l=berrioblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3491460273519419666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668199938615232481&amp;postID=3491460273519419666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/3491460273519419666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668199938615232481/posts/default/3491460273519419666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berrioblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/politically-incorrect.html' title='Politically Incorrect'/><author><name>AMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068869995491865208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iZ4o_JympQ/SiZ2YQaYTcI/AAAAAAAADjM/Xs62-wvVes8/S220/DSC_1942.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
