<?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-5144584306393174369</id><updated>2011-08-11T06:45:25.253-07:00</updated><category term='kids'/><category term='family history'/><category term='kids say'/><title type='text'>Lifestyles of the Leavitt's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-2240757163017692790</id><published>2009-03-15T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:53:21.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still here</title><content type='html'>I'm still here!  promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-2240757163017692790?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2240757163017692790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=2240757163017692790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/2240757163017692790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/2240757163017692790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-here.html' title='still here'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-2242679406805213894</id><published>2009-01-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:56:47.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say'/><title type='text'>Kids say the Darnest Things 2</title><content type='html'>One Saturday, when Ty was about 3, he and his dad were hanging out together doing some projects around the house.  They went to run some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;errands&lt;/span&gt; and were gone for quite a while.  When they returned Ty was very excited and ran up to me exclaiming, "Mom! Me and Dad bought some hookers!!!"  My eyes widened and I looked up at Thomas as he very quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retrieved&lt;/span&gt; a package of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bungees&lt;/span&gt; out of the hardware store bag he was holding to show me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-2242679406805213894?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2242679406805213894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=2242679406805213894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/2242679406805213894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/2242679406805213894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-say-darnest-things-2.html' title='Kids say the Darnest Things 2'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-1078295930246972813</id><published>2009-01-11T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:02:02.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say'/><title type='text'>Kids Say The Darnest Things</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to write down some of the outrageous and funny stuff my kids say.  I just never get to it.  This will be a good place to do that.  So I'll have a series of these as I think of them and remember them.  Some of them maybe vulgar or shocking, so read with caution, but that's what makes them so memorable and outrageous and funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start with this one:  When Ty was in Sunbeams we were visiting my mom's ward and the primary chorister was teaching the song, "Lord I will follow thee."  She got to the line "pause to lift another," and asked the primary if anyone knew what that meant.  Everyone had a blank look on their face, except Tyler.  He was a tiny Sunbeam sitting in the front row waving his hand frantically.  So she said, "Okay Tyler, what does it mean?"  Ty said, "It means, you have to push pause on your movie and go outside to eat your popsicle."  The chorister got a real kick out of that, she told my mom that apparently I have some strict rules about eating popsicles in the house. ............................. Hey, he is right, it's lifting to me to not have to mop the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-1078295930246972813?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1078295930246972813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=1078295930246972813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/1078295930246972813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/1078295930246972813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids Say The Darnest Things'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-3238174383330090361</id><published>2009-01-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:11:46.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>SUNBEAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;So I had a bad Sunday last week and it wasn't because we changed time, I really like our new time.  It's because Eron is now in Sunbeams.  I choked down tears all morning long doing head of hair after head of hair.  Then Tom had to ask me if I was going to be okay!  That was the breaking point, I fell apart.  And I bawled about every little thing all day long.  I think I'm in a better place this week and now I'm able to talk about it without bursting into tears (they just sit behind my eyes stinking now).  No more nursery!  Think about it, it's really quite depressing.  I pushed so hard for Ty to grow up fast that time actually listened to me and goes so much faster now.  I can't seem to make it slow back down!  Eron's b-day is tomorrow and she'll be 4!  If this year goes as fast as last year (which was only two months!) I'm not sure what I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-3238174383330090361?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3238174383330090361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=3238174383330090361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/3238174383330090361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/3238174383330090361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunbeams.html' title='SUNBEAMS'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-2468915990010090318</id><published>2008-12-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:47:06.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><title type='text'>Della Mae Smith Topham</title><content type='html'>I have been helping Ty with his ancestor report for school.  We got a CD, from my grandparents, last year for Christmas that has and interview with my great grandparents on it.  They interviewed them in '71 on my great grandma's 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day.  As we were listening to it, Ty picked the same story that I always loved as a kid.  About my great grandma getting thrown into the bushes as their wagon wrecked and it saved her life.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, her mother was killed in the accident saving her life.  It's funny I never put together exactly who that story was about as a child.  I was always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; by the picture of this beautiful young woman my grandma had in small room and asked her to tell me the story again and again, but it all seamed so far in the past, ancient history.  My great grandma Della Mae and great great grandma Annis, are not so far removed from me now.  Annis was 31 at the time of her death, the age I am now.  She left behind six children the oldest being 12, my Ty will be 12 this next year.  And the youngest 17 months who is my great grandma Della Mae.  It was great to uncover more details of the story and more about them for myself.  As Ty was looking through a book he said, "Mom why does this look like you?"  It was a picture of Annis!  Ty was most impressed with his great great grandpa George A.   He said in his interview he was a pretty good athlete in his day, a "real good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rastler&lt;/span&gt;".  I told Ty, see wrestling is in your blood deeper than you knew, he was very excited about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-2468915990010090318?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2468915990010090318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=2468915990010090318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/2468915990010090318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/2468915990010090318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/della-mae-smith-topham.html' title='Della Mae Smith Topham'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-3998290409636455262</id><published>2008-12-17T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:09:34.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_sRKqAA0n4/SUna6YzCkHI/AAAAAAAAADA/EqsaGApPpI4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_sRKqAA0n4/SUna6YzCkHI/AAAAAAAAADA/EqsaGApPpI4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280992734692413554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got to finish the second half of Twilight the movie tonight.  And may I just say, woohoo, me likes.  I know, I'm red in the face it's teeny bopper, but I realized watching it that it's all about the falling in love that girls like, we are much too romantical.  Two thumbs up and a fan to cool me down.  Oh and about that second 1/2 part.  I went with friends to it the first night and let's just say me and El Mexicano did not get along that night.  I need not go any further on that subject.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-3998290409636455262?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3998290409636455262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=3998290409636455262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/3998290409636455262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/3998290409636455262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_sRKqAA0n4/SUna6YzCkHI/AAAAAAAAADA/EqsaGApPpI4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-7693574930503874945</id><published>2008-12-16T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:43:40.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Show</title><content type='html'>I went to the home show on Saturday with a friend.  It was interesting.  I learned several things.  Mostly what stood out to me was they were people my age, that graduated the year I did!  And they have their lives together enough to have their home featured in a home show! ugh!  And secondly, almost every home had a nursery.  My excuse for not having a perfect house all along was that I have young children and one day when they aren't messing it up any more it will be perfectly clean.  Now what can I use for an excuse???  On a positive note for me there were cute things done, but things I had already done, so it made me feel up to speed on my deco/crafting.  Several of the houses were the same, split level, same design, similar decorating style.  I felt inspired to put our house in next year, maybe it'll push us to get some projects done we've just let go, since we're just happy to be in our own home.  This valley could use a little shaking up by the different style and design our house is.  Beside, it could be good business for Tom and his home designs.  I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have to get with Cherish and get busy on some bedding.  It seems do-able,  but if this year goes by like this last year (which I believe was only 3 months long).  It might have to be the next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-7693574930503874945?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7693574930503874945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=7693574930503874945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/7693574930503874945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/7693574930503874945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-show.html' title='Home Show'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-8415691364299120745</id><published>2008-12-10T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:48:07.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark W. Griswald</title><content type='html'>So we headed over to Glenwood, and checked out the big light display.  Clarky boy looks like an amateur in exterior illumination next to these folks.  It is pretty neat.  The kids like it the best of all we've seen.  I still like the radio synced one best, after all I am a Christmas musicholic.  I love music and things that dance to it, even lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-8415691364299120745?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8415691364299120745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=8415691364299120745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/8415691364299120745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/8415691364299120745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/clark-w-griswald.html' title='Clark W. Griswald'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-3228697277196267724</id><published>2008-12-09T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:06:08.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better than CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>We went cruising around town last noct for our annual "check out the Christmas lights" FHE.  We are starting to get some new subdivisions in our neck of the woods, so we thought those would be good places to check out.  Boy, am I glad we did.  We came upon this house where the lights were blinking all different.  As we got closer I said lets roll the window down and see if they have music playing,then we noticed a sign...."tune into 88.1"  So we switched the station over and sure enough the lights were synced with music.  It was so cool!  The kids loved it!  Eth, with his huge eyes and expressions said, "THIS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS!"  I laughed and said, "This is Christmas buddy!"  The other kids agreed that it was better than fireworks.  We sat there for a good 20 mins.  And of course they are begging to go again tonight.  Which we just might, I heard there is an awesome one in Glenwood, that increases their power bill $400.00 for the month of December, and I thought Tom would go over board, yikes!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-3228697277196267724?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3228697277196267724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=3228697277196267724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/3228697277196267724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/3228697277196267724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-better-than-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s better than CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144584306393174369.post-5461602312954342561</id><published>2008-12-06T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:22:57.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog!</title><content type='html'>We'll I'm finally here.  Slow, but steady wins the race, right?....  I was so nervous setting this up last noct I was shaking a bit. hahaha!  I don't know why, maybe because I know I don't have time to get hooked on this.  But if it gets me to sit down and write some stuff going on in our life, then it'll be a success.  I love to look in and see how friends and fam are doing anyway.  So here's us! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144584306393174369-5461602312954342561?l=ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5461602312954342561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5144584306393174369&amp;postID=5461602312954342561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/5461602312954342561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144584306393174369/posts/default/5461602312954342561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttteeeleavitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog!'/><author><name>The Leavitt's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07448390747420572557</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/_G_sRKqAA0n4/ST838MYodLI/AAAAAAAAACo/wql21l50ag4/S220/emmart+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
