<?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-4988260305642600226</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:49:50.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Life of Mr. Fussypants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-9062691085893001218</id><published>2009-05-01T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:17:51.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wehave a new baby!!! No, not a realbaby. On Sunday we went to our friend's "puppy boutique" Bark Avenue, with me in high hopes to come home with something. We did find a little girl to bring home. A 3lb 5 oz Yorkie, and her name is Isabella, or Izzy. She is so cute and Jenny is just in love with her. She is certainly a little girl I can dote on as she is a high maintenance dog. She will only be 7 lbs fully grown and she needs to be brushed and groomed daily. Izzy is a real sweetheart, she is sleeping in my lap right now. Ok, here is Isabella. Born February 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812665130836338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SfrZ4AVG4XI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZTKllsyPpW0/s320/0427091133a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812665690961266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SfrZ4CaptXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/C-ImnSVHxqM/s320/0429091428b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812674069373778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SfrZ4hoOI1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/_gULcPqfwto/s320/P4260142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812672228141202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SfrZ4axPKJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SaXmKr0cJ9k/s320/P4260153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812677941718946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SfrZ4wDdb6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0sOa4N0pqG4/s320/P4260162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-9062691085893001218?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/9062691085893001218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/9062691085893001218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-new-addition.html' title='Our new addition'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SfrZ4AVG4XI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZTKllsyPpW0/s72-c/0427091133a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-4271765535524001944</id><published>2008-12-11T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:53.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The North Pole</title><content type='html'>We took Evan to the North Pole this weekend, in upstate NY. He had a blast, it really was Santa's workshop. They had 10 reindeer to feed. All the usuals (Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen) Plus Rudoulph, who did not have a red nose, and Jingles, who was Cupid's and Comet's baby. Plus we got to go to Santa's house, ride the Candy Cane express, and Santa came to the hotel where we stayed. All in all a great trip. Here are some pics so you can see how much fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Evan feeding Rudoulph...notice no red nose here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW--Bq7uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PgtZlw3dUdA/s1600-h/PC070187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278525509312638690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW--Bq7uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PgtZlw3dUdA/s320/PC070187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer..so hungry he was eating the bars to his stall!! He was so sweet he loved when you pet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW-QZaAjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zHhMMtcY8LI/s1600-h/PC070182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278525497064161842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW-QZaAjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zHhMMtcY8LI/s320/PC070182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW99czEHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/937y4GLauPU/s1600-h/PC070177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278525491978113138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW99czEHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/937y4GLauPU/s320/PC070177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us visiting with Santa when he was at the hotel. Notice what Evan was intrested in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWGcwfvBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2xTBaTiPAX0/s1600-h/PC060164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278524538309557266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWGcwfvBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2xTBaTiPAX0/s320/PC060164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, with Santa. When Santa was all covered in soot from a play that they did. Evan told him he was "filthy" and needed a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWF6GrNCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/joF5Bw1Trtw/s1600-h/PC060150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278524529007342626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWF6GrNCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/joF5Bw1Trtw/s320/PC060150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's face when he first saw Santa come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWFt6XNtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iK6-L6hWGME/s1600-h/PC060142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278524525734475474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWFt6XNtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iK6-L6hWGME/s320/PC060142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's favorite ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWFSwdlEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q7A5T1qDzBQ/s1600-h/PC060103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278524518445192258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWFSwdlEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q7A5T1qDzBQ/s320/PC060103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandma and Pop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWFNgQaXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BMMgeumzNOs/s1600-h/PC060111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278524517035043186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEWFNgQaXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BMMgeumzNOs/s320/PC060111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, overlooking Santa's vilage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVWAg7lgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GF6MGVm_ass/s1600-h/PC060077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278523706094360066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVWAg7lgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GF6MGVm_ass/s320/PC060077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVVq3ad8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/U7kgJTY775A/s1600-h/PC060075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278523700283078594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVVq3ad8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/U7kgJTY775A/s320/PC060075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Dancer smiling together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVVdJ5AfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gTFlp0MGuEA/s1600-h/PC060060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278523696602481138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVVdJ5AfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gTFlp0MGuEA/s320/PC060060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan and Mommy playing in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278525515175695714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW_T3iFWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UlQ-4ks6kU4/s320/PC070174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the "North Pole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVVEDnWkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gJukzNcBGX4/s1600-h/PC060045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278523689865271874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVVEDnWkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gJukzNcBGX4/s320/PC060045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Santa in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVU9x9oxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z7T5ufgyDU8/s1600-h/PC060044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278523688180622098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEVU9x9oxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z7T5ufgyDU8/s320/PC060044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUnutKZZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1U5RoNFWnVs/s1600-h/PC060029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522911039841682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUnutKZZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1U5RoNFWnVs/s320/PC060029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Pop at the "North Pole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUnUogy3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jiuBfQT0Qn4/s1600-h/PC060026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522904041016178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUnUogy3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jiuBfQT0Qn4/s320/PC060026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North Pole Post Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUmgLMK_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/kQcI5Fq_-Pc/s1600-h/PC060024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522889959386098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUmgLMK_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/kQcI5Fq_-Pc/s320/PC060024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waking up..and coloring in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUmcb_L5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fPHzM5MBRhM/s1600-h/PC060018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522888956096402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUmcb_L5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fPHzM5MBRhM/s320/PC060018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just getting to the hotel, and finding a HUGE bag of gifts in his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUl0AhFtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-ty90QAJ70o/s1600-h/PC050001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522878103459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEUl0AhFtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-ty90QAJ70o/s320/PC050001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pics to come when Mark posts, he is so moody about what pictures of him go on here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-4271765535524001944?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/4271765535524001944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/4271765535524001944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/12/north-pole.html' title='The North Pole'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUEW--Bq7uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PgtZlw3dUdA/s72-c/PC070187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-1501229317462434790</id><published>2008-11-12T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:33:42.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa.....take two!</title><content type='html'>Yesturday we took Evan to see the Santa at the Ocean County mall, they have a REALLY good Santa, and Evan loved him. Santa spent about 10 minutes with Evan talking, and such, and when Evan left he said "Merry Christmas Santa" it was ssssoooo cute! Its so nice to see that he really enjoys the holidays and has the "Christmas Spirit" just like Mommy! Ok, so here is the pic from yesturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267748068322207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRrM9VqYZUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8OXUUqys0Vs/s320/16285920081111_0006_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-1501229317462434790?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/1501229317462434790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/1501229317462434790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/11/santatake-two.html' title='Santa.....take two!'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRrM9VqYZUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8OXUUqys0Vs/s72-c/16285920081111_0006_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-3131653351348659995</id><published>2008-11-11T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:34:46.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Loves Neimans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not the store, yet! Thats Mommy!  The Cookies! We decided to make Neiman Marcus cookies the other night, as Evan's first "real cookie making" experiance. He was good, he put in all the ingrediants, stirred, and help put them on the sheets, and ofcourse ate them! Here are some pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267392444649462834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRmJhUPoXDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4lu4jed35io/s320/PB080041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267392435967870914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRmJgz5xx8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ld9hYFGPMVA/s320/PB080044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267392455792180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRmJh9wQvSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NXE0v-gVi98/s320/PB080046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267392422198578498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRmJgAm7DUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cXarlnTftgI/s320/PB080047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-3131653351348659995?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/3131653351348659995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/3131653351348659995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/11/evan-loves-neimans.html' title='Evan Loves Neimans!'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRmJhUPoXDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4lu4jed35io/s72-c/PB080041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-4000674760562424363</id><published>2008-11-08T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:37:14.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of the Christmas Season (or Santa season here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you know Evan, than you would know that Evan LOVES Christmas. Not neccessarily the presants (because it took him a week to open them all last year!) but more the spirit of Christmas, and the things involved in the holiday season. Santa, reindeer, Christmas decorations, and lots of Christmas movies! So, this year we have lots of activities booked for him, to make the most of the season. The North Pole family weekend, The Santa express train ride, and the Polar Express ride are some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we got to visit our first Santa, at a nearby mall. And here is the picture. I am sure we will meet 10 more Santas before the season is up, but here is the first of many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266434159407791202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRYh9xh7_GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/43de-xGLZOI/s320/Santa+%2708+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266434416682210114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRYiMv88E0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5ZWKy89-H7k/s320/Santa+%2708+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-4000674760562424363?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/4000674760562424363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/4000674760562424363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/11/start-of-christmas-season-or-santa.html' title='The Start of the Christmas Season (or Santa season here)'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SRYh9xh7_GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/43de-xGLZOI/s72-c/Santa+%2708+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-8467619525035234479</id><published>2008-09-06T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:54:37.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day in Pt. Plesant</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, Labor Day was almost a week ago, but I got around to posting. We took Evan to Jenkinson's Aquarium, and to the boardwalk to ride the rides. We went with Aunt Becky (my sister) and we had fun.  Evan loves the seals and the penguins at the aquarium, and ofcourse he loves the sharks! Here are some pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark and Evan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243072878831144594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMjARo3DpI/AAAAAAAAADc/ezotkDqmn0o/s320/Evan+and+Mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Evan and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073039048238530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMjJmfl5cI/AAAAAAAAADk/H8RqQw8zvXk/s320/Evan+and+Mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan as a Seal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073245007961890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMjVlwN3yI/AAAAAAAAADs/biY80gMyLAM/s320/Evan-seal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Evan being a "Ham" Again!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073967207162402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMj_oJ7IiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0yM2A_MVztY/s320/Evan+smiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us, at the aquarium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073361088306626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMjcWL7XcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/99-w0PQVLdE/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Evan and Mark, going down the boardwalk (notice the matching Mickey shirts!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073564761904258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMjoM7f1II/AAAAAAAAAD8/VjNt_88SUrc/s320/Evan-+Sept.+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Evan and Aunt Becky going on the "choo choo" Train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073968213301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMj_r5zmSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-lm_Db3LjSc/s320/B%26E+train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Evan and me chilling on the way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073971784704162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMj_5NS4KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mtQ5_nBz-Pk/s320/Mommy+and+Evan-truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Promise to post more this weekend, as we have alot going on....as usual! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-8467619525035234479?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/8467619525035234479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/8467619525035234479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-in-pt-plesant.html' title='Labor Day in Pt. Plesant'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SMMjARo3DpI/AAAAAAAAADc/ezotkDqmn0o/s72-c/Evan+and+Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-7758084741808754729</id><published>2008-08-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:45:08.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Fairy tale"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after all those kind words from Mark, I thought I would take a minute to tell you all our "fairy tale" romance, or more like our "whirlwind" romance, wedding, and pregnancy. Mark and I met in April 2005, we were ssssooo happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236372854498548050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SKtVXh_iWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jzBa_fwbOnA/s320/colange-R1-007-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We soon settled into a routine with each other,and we went out and got our chocolate lab, Jenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236373744071207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SKtWLT6L7DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dwOcXP9ogU4/s320/colange-R3-031-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then one day, and after only about 3 months, we heard these words. "Congratulations, you are going to have a baby!"Yep. And Oh, boy, we were in for the ride of our lives. After a horrible, and what seemed like a very long pregnancy, complete with lots of puking, cravings, and 4 pre-term labor trips, and 2 false labor trips to the hospital, that part of our journey came to an end. On a sunny day in February, Evan was born at 2:16 PM weighing in a 7lbs 2oz. He was perfect. (still is!) But we had no idea. And that brings me to how he obtained the name, Mr. Fussypants. Evan was a saint in the hospital, a champ eater, sleeper, and not a cry baby. That was, until he got home. Evan had colic and we saw this face for about 3-4 months, day in and day out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236375072116433554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="46" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SKtXYnQ14pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZXmotDsJDW8/s320/colange-R2-009-3.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO eating, no sleeping, and that was for EVERYONE! Needless to say, we needed something to help us keep our sanity. That is when we thought of calling him "Mr. Fussypants" it was something cute to say, to keep us from getting upset and frustrated with our extremely cranky baby. And it worked. We made songs up, and to this day, when he is crabby, (and he gets that way, he takes after Daddy!) we still refer to him as Mr. Fussypants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-7758084741808754729?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/7758084741808754729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/7758084741808754729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-fairy-tale.html' title='Our &quot;Fairy tale&quot;'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SKtVXh_iWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jzBa_fwbOnA/s72-c/colange-R1-007-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988260305642600226.post-8809307305992426719</id><published>2008-08-19T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:12:28.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE are bloggers...</title><content type='html'>Well we are officially Bloggers, I never thought I'd be mixed up in this crazy world of cyberspace but here we are!!! We are ready to rule with an Iron Fist and take prisoner all who stand in our path!&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I have that out of my system I guess I'm sort of glad to be here with my face all over the internet, I haven't been this popular since that special on Americas Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;All kidding aside I am actually glad to be here. Right here..Right now with my son at my side watching a movie on the couch, falling asleep..and of course the love of my life, my wife Laura.&lt;br /&gt;I never thougt I would be where I am today. Happy...Well we are definately not the Cleavers, and there is no Beaver,Wally, or his goofy pal Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE PEOPLE YOUR MOTHERS WARNED YOU ABOUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236400820215520386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SKtuzWaCnII/AAAAAAAAABs/NK9jKjUsiBA/s320/P3100038.JPG" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988260305642600226-8809307305992426719?l=mrfussypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/8809307305992426719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988260305642600226/posts/default/8809307305992426719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrfussypants.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-bloggers.html' title='WE are bloggers...'/><author><name>Mark, Laura and Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08958812242167731469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SUGokfPRAOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5jbUDeeOlUQ/S220/PC060039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2hUGMsBF4I/SKtuzWaCnII/AAAAAAAAABs/NK9jKjUsiBA/s72-c/P3100038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
