<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 02:11:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Murphy Maphia</title><description></description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Murphy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-1387898940584092973</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-06T10:30:00.952-06:00</atom:updated><title>Blind as a Bat!</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TFw4iXcfwuI/AAAAAAAAALA/okMfNDtdpws/s1600/photo-700953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TFw4iXcfwuI/AAAAAAAAALA/okMfNDtdpws/s320/photo-700953.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502335007800148706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-1387898940584092973?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/08/blind-as-bat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TFw4iXcfwuI/AAAAAAAAALA/okMfNDtdpws/s72-c/photo-700953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-163290276056947655</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-26T19:47:35.620-06:00</atom:updated><title>Enough ice cream to choke a horse!</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TE46t_ynFrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ClKfz1hBO1U/s1600/photo-755622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TE46t_ynFrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ClKfz1hBO1U/s320/photo-755622.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498396756958189234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-163290276056947655?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/07/enough-ice-cream-to-choke-horse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TE46t_ynFrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ClKfz1hBO1U/s72-c/photo-755622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-7262988155540930354</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-13T20:55:32.627-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bear Lake in July</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx3xatokDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dws0hGpRrC0/s1600/DSCN7806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx3xatokDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dws0hGpRrC0/s320/DSCN7806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Claudia, Dawn, Hannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past 4th of July we packed our bags and headed to what would be my 17th year of going up to Bear Lake to Paul's family cabin.&amp;nbsp; Greg and Hannah were driving down from Washington State to be with us.&amp;nbsp; Olivia and Joey couldn't wait to play together.&amp;nbsp; It was an all together pretty nice weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx4Lt17CHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/N0zYDcrxga4/s1600/DSCN7808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx4Lt17CHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/N0zYDcrxga4/s320/DSCN7808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan and boyfriend Corey Haraldson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx4rbfuAmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xC7j183TJOE/s1600/DSCN7811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx4rbfuAmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xC7j183TJOE/s320/DSCN7811.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a Ninja Turtle.... aka Sammy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx5FCFxcLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xeLxO4NQDl8/s1600/DSCN7812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx5FCFxcLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xeLxO4NQDl8/s320/DSCN7812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leah wanted in on the face painting too...Didn't Rachel do a fine job?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx5ZNaqVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OtnsgSoZw0w/s1600/DSCN7818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx5ZNaqVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OtnsgSoZw0w/s320/DSCN7818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"She shoots, she scores!"&amp;nbsp; Olivia is always up for a game of basketball and she is not half bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx_BKbT93I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9s3bF0EQiyQ/s1600/DSCN7832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx_BKbT93I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9s3bF0EQiyQ/s320/DSCN7832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx5vzPCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/4rM0ZAfLu6E/s1600/DSCN7821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx5vzPCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/4rM0ZAfLu6E/s320/DSCN7821.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx6HHARJzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JC_hOj6DUds/s1600/DSCN7822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx6HHARJzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JC_hOj6DUds/s320/DSCN7822.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel either warming up or hiding her fair skin from the sun.&amp;nbsp; Either way..Isn't she cute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx6fxlYjHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IaeT--HBbL0/s1600/DSCN7823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx6fxlYjHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IaeT--HBbL0/s320/DSCN7823.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to beg and plead with Olivia to let me do her hair. She was having too much fun to worry about her hair.&amp;nbsp; I love her to bits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx624v4rcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wO__9d1zGf8/s1600/DSCN7824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx624v4rcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wO__9d1zGf8/s320/DSCN7824.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...this might be a self portrait.&amp;nbsp; I wanted proof that I was there too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx7MrxQaiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/osVRd4vGc7Q/s1600/DSCN7829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx7MrxQaiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/osVRd4vGc7Q/s320/DSCN7829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assigned seating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx70X2aq6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sg8BIruKPwM/s1600/DSCN7833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx70X2aq6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sg8BIruKPwM/s320/DSCN7833.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Madaline...Sweet baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx8IBaG87I/AAAAAAAAAJw/FpIZ7vnSHoE/s1600/DSCN7837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx8IBaG87I/AAAAAAAAAJw/FpIZ7vnSHoE/s320/DSCN7837.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx8k-UrxMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Wzg-llZjHU/s1600/DSCN7838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx8k-UrxMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Wzg-llZjHU/s320/DSCN7838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx8sh8pfTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e7AZHtgnXDw/s1600/DSCN7840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx8sh8pfTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e7AZHtgnXDw/s320/DSCN7840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx81XC3O2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/68mVALQ_eao/s1600/DSCN7839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx81XC3O2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/68mVALQ_eao/s320/DSCN7839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time that we have ever roasted marshmallows at Bear Lake.....and I ask myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT TOOK SO LONG?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx9BPHSUJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IynRip5fUBw/s1600/DSCN7848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx9BPHSUJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IynRip5fUBw/s320/DSCN7848.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Greg and Ben (Hannah's Brother) getting the fireworks show ready for our viewing.&amp;nbsp; Of course we were not the only people on the beach setting off &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; fireworks.&amp;nbsp; The show was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx9vzPqdpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mfb6phbYkTo/s1600/DSCN7850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx9vzPqdpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mfb6phbYkTo/s320/DSCN7850.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always warmer when you have a cuddle buddy. Not sure they will appreciate this picture when they get older...but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx-E9tNCMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BMyK1cgwI7Y/s1600/DSCN7858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx-E9tNCMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BMyK1cgwI7Y/s320/DSCN7858.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leah's wise words..."I really like how the fireworks light up the sky."&amp;nbsp; Leah I do have to agree with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx-dO145gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W4Z8cp1lGHE/s1600/DSCN7843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx-dO145gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W4Z8cp1lGHE/s320/DSCN7843.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Who doesn't have time for sparklers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We yet again had another successful trip to Bear Lake and no one got sunburned&amp;nbsp; too bad...ok well maybe a little.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8161930842005290222-7262988155540930354?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/07/bear-lake-in-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDx3xatokDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dws0hGpRrC0/s72-c/DSCN7806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-3660305302903473925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T21:11:58.336-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet Rachel</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNZpVwV9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UrgPrYpfozo/s1600/IMG_0685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNZpVwV9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UrgPrYpfozo/s400/IMG_0685.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rachel's 11th birthday has come and gone.&amp;nbsp; My tall, lanky freckled faced little girl is growing..&amp;nbsp; She is much taller than both her older sisters at this age.&amp;nbsp; She has a mind of her own and does what she likes.&amp;nbsp; Hence the nick name "Boss".&amp;nbsp; She is growing up into a spectacular kid.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can help her steer that spectacularness into someone that she can be proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNkOszOoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VGN-x5cMfvU/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNkOszOoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VGN-x5cMfvU/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNwnelxuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9ymrEy5odA/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNwnelxuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9ymrEy5odA/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" width="400" /&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/8161930842005290222-3660305302903473925?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/07/sweet-rachel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TDNNZpVwV9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UrgPrYpfozo/s72-c/IMG_0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-6345656991138339004</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-02T10:35:35.896-06:00</atom:updated><title>Flowers From a Fab Guy!</title><description>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC4U0ZMXscI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0MBlTEEHx98/s1600/photo-701729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489347886159737282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC4U0ZMXscI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0MBlTEEHx98/s320/photo-701729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok...my brother knows how to make a girl feel special. Thank you  &lt;br /&gt;Christian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-6345656991138339004?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/07/flowers-from-fab-guy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC4U0ZMXscI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0MBlTEEHx98/s72-c/photo-701729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-4617271267257986545</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-02T10:36:07.549-06:00</atom:updated><title>Mother and Daughter Retreat</title><description>I&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; don't have to tell you how much I enjoy having all girls...They are my world and wouldn't trade one of them for anything. Nana, Aunt Ernie, cousin Megan, Aunt Meme, Me, Morgan, Anna, Rachel, Olivia, and cousins Julia and Ellie had the opportunity to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hebervalleycamp.org/" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Heber Valley Camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;. What a beautiful location.&amp;nbsp; The church has done a wonderful job establishing a place where girls can be one with nature and appreciate what Heavenly Father has given them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC36kSiajrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tk9qeDKzD8A/s1600/IMG_0569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC36kSiajrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tk9qeDKzD8A/s640/IMG_0569.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Some of the great women of my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC37ShPKoZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yJR-2kJsqxs/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC37ShPKoZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yJR-2kJsqxs/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aren't we funny...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC37o_W860I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6kM-pdf_3rM/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC37o_W860I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6kM-pdf_3rM/s400/IMG_0574.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oldest and Youngest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC38Ex_VrSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sAjYLCEi7gc/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC38Ex_VrSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sAjYLCEi7gc/s400/IMG_0616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;We are easily amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC39FAPDv4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SgbGPdX_WqM/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC39FAPDv4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SgbGPdX_WqM/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rachel-pooh-boss!&amp;nbsp; Camping suits her in a valley-girl-kind-of-way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC39r73cQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4C7j4qJdjs0/s1600/IMG_0579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC39r73cQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4C7j4qJdjs0/s400/IMG_0579.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These are some of the beautiful women in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_FgYcbfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2joBmnw6xLI/s1600/IMG_0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_Ra1PLKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PdMBmiCAgDU/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_Ra1PLKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PdMBmiCAgDU/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Megan was really impressed with her surroundings.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to watch her little eyes explore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_FgYcbfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2joBmnw6xLI/s1600/IMG_0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_FgYcbfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2joBmnw6xLI/s400/IMG_0575.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Bestest Cousins. Julia and Olivia climbing a rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1959249527"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1959249528"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_-tfhF1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/E1-fMhzXHL0/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC3_-tfhF1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/E1-fMhzXHL0/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Anna and Megan hanging in the cabin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8161930842005290222-4617271267257986545?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/07/mother-and-daughter-retreat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TC36kSiajrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tk9qeDKzD8A/s72-c/IMG_0569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-5139528148466004478</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T20:58:44.393-06:00</atom:updated><title>Drill Camp</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TBmowDBQIwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iUzGqxpZxWg/s1600/drillteam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TBmowDBQIwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iUzGqxpZxWg/s400/drillteam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TBmo2V6V2BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Aii6lI7kblA/s1600/morganatdrillcamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TBmo2V6V2BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Aii6lI7kblA/s320/morganatdrillcamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Morgan has recently made the Drill team at her High School.&amp;nbsp; I am very proud of her and her accomplishments. She had the opportunity to go to Dance Camp with her team. During this time she learned various drill techniques and dances; which include lyrical, hip hop, military, and jazz. There were 7 different dances in all to be performed in front of the adoring fans, their parents.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was going to let her have this time to bond with her team mates and not interrupt their time together but last minute Morgan texted me and asked me if I could "pretty please and come".&amp;nbsp; I am glad I did.&amp;nbsp; I love to watch Morgan dance.&amp;nbsp; The team walked away with two awards..." The Precision Award" and "The Best Dance Award."&amp;nbsp; Morgan is very tired and glad to be home, but had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TBmpiFW_7yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iAt1Ble_Vdc/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8161930842005290222-5139528148466004478?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/06/drill-camp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/TBmowDBQIwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iUzGqxpZxWg/s72-c/drillteam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-2450288982508363012</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 22:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-17T17:10:46.760-06:00</atom:updated><title>blogging....</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Why must we scrapbook...?&amp;nbsp; I have pretty much given up on scrapbooking... mostly because it is messy and I never have time or energy to cut and paste.&amp;nbsp; Besides the fact that I hate that it is never organized; so that when I have a desire to scrapbook it takes me hours to go through pictures...decide what to scrapbook and how I want to apply said picture to said cute, expensive paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;My sister decided along time ago that she didn't want to scrapbook...&amp;nbsp; Instead she is very diligent writing on her blog and posting pictures.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, she prints off her blog every year for a fraction of what is would cost to buy ornate stickers, paper, paper punches, stamps and what not....the list is endless and right as we speak the scrapbook supplies are collecting dust in my craft room. &amp;nbsp; I think I might do the same thing...&amp;nbsp; That way if it doesn't work out I only have my sister to blame. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-2450288982508363012?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2010/06/blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-7987723712239161878</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T09:35:50.587-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Actress in the Family</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/Sp_gOM3zwRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8RLCgbHHzfg/s1600-h/IMG_4982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/Sp_gOM3zwRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8RLCgbHHzfg/s320/IMG_4982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377263014681755922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna is my little actress.  She is the one that keeps us on our toes with her "spot on humor."  She has recently tried out for a part in youth theatre at the Sugar Factory Playhouse called &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:Helvetica, Helvetica, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;The Crown of Lomiria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. She was offered the part as "Aqua"  the mermaid.  I'm sure she will not disappoint.  I am excited to see her perform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-7987723712239161878?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2009/09/actress-in-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/Sp_gOM3zwRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8RLCgbHHzfg/s72-c/IMG_4982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-3477051554577121105</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T21:03:08.921-06:00</atom:updated><title>First Day of School</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwTQvDNk-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pPpqOrCgwX0/s1600-h/_MG_7278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwTQvDNk-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pPpqOrCgwX0/s320/_MG_7278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376193233402303458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new school year has begun and with that comes new emotions, new clothes, new grades and a attitude of a wonderful school year.  A couple of weeks ago Rachel and Olivia started 5th and 2nd grade.  Rachel is a sweet girl and takes care of her little sister and worries about making sure she gets to class on time.&lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel was nervous because she and Olivia now on a different track then last year and so she doesn't have any friends in her class.  I'm not worried about her she will make friends and all will be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia is of course the baby and with this it can be emotional for me to see her follower her teacher into the classroom.  I don't know if I am mourning her babyhood or the fact that I am getting older and time is passing to quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Rachel and Olivia the day was a success and they are ready for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwVC0_MzWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rIZ6gCzfluc/s1600-h/_MG_7282.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwVC0_MzWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rIZ6gCzfluc/s320/_MG_7282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195193501175138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwVgcIfR-I/AAAAAAAAADY/gvcnvz384NI/s1600-h/_MG_7284.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia "Newt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwVgcIfR-I/AAAAAAAAADY/gvcnvz384NI/s1600-h/_MG_7284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwVgcIfR-I/AAAAAAAAADY/gvcnvz384NI/s320/_MG_7284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195702225324002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel "Boss"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwXj9U8nuI/AAAAAAAAADg/P-R13AejLGY/s1600-h/IMG_7297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwXj9U8nuI/AAAAAAAAADg/P-R13AejLGY/s320/IMG_7297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197961698811618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan and Anna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna and Morgan started school this last week.  We had done their clothes shopping a week before and they had all their clothes planned out two week in advance. Anna  started 8th grade.  She was so excited she worried that she wouldn't get enough sleep the night before.   She is use to having Morgan in the school with her and she won't have that this year. But I know she will do well and the school will be hers to rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwYSDHdTVI/AAAAAAAAADo/OSnL1Sl_KwQ/s1600-h/IMG_7307.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwYSDHdTVI/AAAAAAAAADo/OSnL1Sl_KwQ/s320/IMG_7307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198753526828370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan started her first day of High School.  She loved it and only got lost once.  She came home hungry because the lunch lines where too complicated  to figure out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't very long ago when I started my first day of high school.  I told Morgan that high school is what you make of it.  So have lots of fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwcEOEw9hI/AAAAAAAAADw/-yA-ROK_J-U/s1600-h/IMG_7306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwcEOEw9hI/AAAAAAAAADw/-yA-ROK_J-U/s320/IMG_7306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376202913996666386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mothers have often said "Where has the time gone?" Paul and I had just started our family. Now all the girls are in school and are thriving. I can't believe that it has gone by so fast.  It scares me that there are so many memories that are no longer full memories but are fragments of the past.  We are ready for the future.... just not so fast, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-3477051554577121105?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2009/08/new-school-year-has-begun-and-with-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SpwTQvDNk-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pPpqOrCgwX0/s72-c/_MG_7278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-3313454869792419990</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T18:36:43.780-06:00</atom:updated><title>Trick-or-Begging!</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SQukm7YXP7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NJrCJuR77ZQ/s1600-h/photo-703782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SQukm7YXP7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NJrCJuR77ZQ/s320/photo-703782.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263481578194419634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rachel and Olivia gather loot. It&amp;#39;s a beautiful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-3313454869792419990?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/10/trick-or-begging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SQukm7YXP7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NJrCJuR77ZQ/s72-c/photo-703782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-4817372971376160830</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T18:08:23.707-06:00</atom:updated><title>Oceanside, CA</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SPKRdywPFCI/AAAAAAAAACI/7RF1wlbaFWE/s1600-h/photo-703711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SPKRdywPFCI/AAAAAAAAACI/7RF1wlbaFWE/s320/photo-703711.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256423656121111586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-4817372971376160830?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/10/oceanside-ca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SPKRdywPFCI/AAAAAAAAACI/7RF1wlbaFWE/s72-c/photo-703711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-7317437124558024269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T09:15:54.177-06:00</atom:updated><title>Airing out</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SO4gKqKOcXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2tqOq0U63dY/s1600-h/photo-754179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SO4gKqKOcXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2tqOq0U63dY/s320/photo-754179.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255173182675906930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I usually don&amp;#39;t like to air out my dirty laundry, but I couldn&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;resist taking a picture of my mountains....of laundry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-7317437124558024269?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/10/airing-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SO4gKqKOcXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2tqOq0U63dY/s72-c/photo-754179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-7702310896282421121</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T22:22:07.464-06:00</atom:updated><title>Kiss and Tell</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SO2Cvwl4z7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/On0M0qC1No4/s1600-h/myspaceface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SO2Cvwl4z7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/On0M0qC1No4/s320/myspaceface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255000097220513714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls are growing up and I can't stop it and it's driving me crazy.  Morgan is in 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and is very social.  She has a group of friends that she loiters with on a very regular basis. These are her Bizatches.  Meaning she has now started getting mail at her friend's house and her friends' moms are named Mom2, mom3, mom4, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cetera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cetera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cetera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately she has been hanging out with the Home Boyz too.  I can't help but like them.  They talk to us, Paul and me, and don't seem to want to hide in the corner when I come around like they are hiding something.  To be truthful and fair they are just nice kids, even if they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt;' the shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long ago, Morgan had informed me that she had a crush on one of the boys.  That didn't surprise me.  He is cute, plays the piano really well and seems to be a gentleman.  Come to find out he also likes her. They have reveal their barely-pubescent love for each other.  Duh! I knew that was coming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being  concerned,  I have monitored the situation daily, quarterly, hourly and for that matter every stinking moment.  I am very good at detecting what Morgan is up to and ask her flat out questions like,  Has he kissed you!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;....(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sheeplishly&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan.....yesssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is NOT good at lying.  I rely on this most heavily.  I hope she never perfects the talent. I don't want to ever give her the chance to practice.  I am sure that there will be times where she will disappointment me.  But I love her. She is my baby girl, whose hair I used to adorn with pink sponge rollers.  The little girl that would sit and watch the W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;innie-&lt;/span&gt;the-Pooh constantly. She learned how to jump very early in life because she wanted to jump like T-I double g-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know that she can come to me when she needs to.  Do I believe that she is to young to be kissing boys....? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I wish she would have waited. But I can't change that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul and I have now invited the kids to hang out at our house .  Meaning...If you want to hang out with the kissing man you will be under our watchful eyes.  Thank you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-7702310896282421121?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/10/kiss-and-tell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SO2Cvwl4z7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/On0M0qC1No4/s72-c/myspaceface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-2718910182174626448</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T21:09:57.259-06:00</atom:updated><title>Ego Trip</title><description>If you know me, you know that I love fabric and sewing. I love color and textures and forming them into a piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about nine months ago I was in a fabric store buying fabric for one of my etsy purses. Just out of curiousity I asked it they were hiring. Sure enough they were and jumped at a chance to give me a application and pretty much offered me the job before I stepped out the door. I only needed to pass the interview the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hired. It has been a whirlwind of fun and not so fun ever since. I have worked two job and keeping my etsy store stocked. Not leaving much time for anything else. I feel like my kids are growing up and I haven't been there to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I found out the fabric store decided to hire another Assistant Manager. Not feeling that I had been at the store long enough and so I didn't worry about applying. I didn't feel like I was in the running. The store owers and Manager were always there to encourage me and make me feel like I was doing a good job for them, but I didn't want to step on anyone's toe. Especially because I was at the bottom of the totum pole. Anywhoo....My manager advised the store owners that I would be the best fit. To make a long story short. &lt;em&gt;I got the job&lt;/em&gt;. I have better hours and better pay. I will be quiting my school job. Giving me more time with my family. My etsy shop will always be there for my creative outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about my new job. It's really scary, but with a little training I think I can do it and it's been really good for my ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-2718910182174626448?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/10/ego-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-2915360185950189649</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T18:04:50.164-06:00</atom:updated><title>All the control.</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SNrVoo5083I/AAAAAAAAABw/0NhQQLtPavA/s1600-h/photo-790167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SNrVoo5083I/AAAAAAAAABw/0NhQQLtPavA/s320/photo-790167.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249743209805181810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My niece thinks this is the way I can control the sun. You have heard  &lt;br&gt;it here boys and girls my niece knows my big secret. I am a god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-2915360185950189649?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/all-control.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SNrVoo5083I/AAAAAAAAABw/0NhQQLtPavA/s72-c/photo-790167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-7218464032485171403</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T23:51:27.982-06:00</atom:updated><title>A day in the life....</title><description>Work...That is what I did today. I went to work at 8:15 this morning and taught little kids how to read, write and wipe their nose. Comforted a little boy that doesn't ever seem to have a place in the world and was told by another boy that I was really mean and should be fired. Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home finished a purse that I sold five days ago and another purse I sold two days ago. Both of which need to travel half way around the world to be hopefully loved and cared for by their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my baby girls came home from school. I gave them some love and a list of chores to do. Also leaving a list of chores to do for the older girls. I had to leave a little early so that I could go to the post office and mail my packages out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the post office &lt;em&gt;SUCKS&lt;/em&gt;! Especially if the packages are going foreign. I now know why alot of etsy seller do not sell to people in foreign countries. Writing addresses in thriplicate. I've decided an address stamp is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely made it to my last job of the day. A job that I enjoy. I love working with the fabric and the customers. I love to sell people fabric that they don't need. I am a fabric pusher. People are addicted to buying fabric and I use that to my advantage. I was there for almost seven hours tonight. Now I am sitting in my family room at 11:42 at night wondering how in the hell I am going to get up in the morning to be to work at 9:00 sharp. Does anyone have any energy I could borrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-7218464032485171403?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/day-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-6233365541102180086</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T21:24:29.170-06:00</atom:updated><title>A busy dawn...</title><description>Getting the girls off to school is such an affair. Morgan and Anna do a very good job being responsible to get their butts out of bed and off to school while their parents lay lazily in bed like the grandparents from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". Can you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul started his new job and seems to like it so far and would like to keep a schedule that would be befitting an ad agency. To top it all off he got a free bus pass from his company and we feel that with the gas prices being what they are we could save $300, in gas, a month. So we have been desparately trying to get out butts out of bed because if he takes the bus/trax it will take him about an hour to get to his office in Salt Lake. So far it's not working very well. It might be the fact that we go to bed at 1:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...You should be here in the morning. We are a sight, daring each other to get out of bed first. Meanwhile the girls are showered and downstairs eating a cold, soggy, bowl of cereal and I am sure they hate us for that. I know I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Olivia by this time have stirred in the slumber. Morgan and Anna just happen to wake them up with their morning radio music playing and the blow drier's incessant sound. Both of which are very irritating in the morning while trying to sleep. Even Rachel and Olivia get themselves dressed by themselves in morning, most morning I will stumbled out of bed so that I can put Olivia's hair in her ever wearing ponytail and I loving pour them their cold bowl of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens for the bus. For I am sure that the neighbors and the school crossing guard would not appreciate me running my children to school in my underwear. Well, I am sure the dirty old man down the street wouldn't mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-6233365541102180086?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/busy-dawn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-9040764881498036304</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T17:03:55.617-06:00</atom:updated><title>Dinner...</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SNGM22QBCzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Oa-fUgpB0NU/s1600-h/photo-735619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SNGM22QBCzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Oa-fUgpB0NU/s320/photo-735619.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247129914766854962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I try so hard to eat right and much of the time I fail. But tonight we  &lt;br&gt;are having salmon and fresh tomatoes from the garden. Can&amp;#39;t go wrong  &lt;br&gt;with either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-9040764881498036304?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SNGM22QBCzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Oa-fUgpB0NU/s72-c/photo-735619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-4823454236521532651</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T23:34:02.451-06:00</atom:updated><title>The nice things of life.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SMygs26_gEI/AAAAAAAAABU/dMTrhNQjvF8/s1600-h/outsidetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245744358497419330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SMygs26_gEI/AAAAAAAAABU/dMTrhNQjvF8/s320/outsidetable.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a nice day. We cleaned and organized the house to get ready for the upcoming busy week. Hanging out with the family and going to Ikea to buy a bookshelf. Had Mom and Dad over for a spaghetti dinner. It was such a nice night that we carried the kitchen table outside and had dinner there. I'm thinking a picnic table will be a good idea next summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course the very best part of it all...I didn't have to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-4823454236521532651?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/today-was-nice-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SMygs26_gEI/AAAAAAAAABU/dMTrhNQjvF8/s72-c/outsidetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-3091890447596036741</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T00:24:06.621-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SMoKhTJEIVI/AAAAAAAAABA/SBC9hlgIav4/s1600-h/photo-717470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245016283216617810" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SMoKhTJEIVI/AAAAAAAAABA/SBC9hlgIav4/s320/photo-717470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Testing iblogging...Very cool for spur of the moment posts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-3091890447596036741?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcG_L5TAXnY/SMoKhTJEIVI/AAAAAAAAABA/SBC9hlgIav4/s72-c/photo-717470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161930842005290222.post-6572754206054518326</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-20T22:54:15.714-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blogging</category><title>To start....</title><description>I have decided to break-out and do the unheard of. Yes...I want to start seriously blogging. I have done a little in the past but nothing that was under my own design and control. Blogger has given me that control. I will probably still take advice from my wise and handsome computer geek husband, but it will still be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not doing this for anybody but me and my family. I want to organize my thoughts and to keep track of everything that is going on in my family. Time is flying and the kids are growing up and I am forgetting all the wonderful memories that we have made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161930842005290222-6572754206054518326?l=murphymaphia.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymaphia.com/2008/09/to-start.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dawn Murphy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>