<?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-4813610862520056655</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:29:53.888-07:00</updated><category term='Rashad'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='Ron'/><category term='school'/><category term='Tia'/><category term='Maree'/><category term='Jazz Festival'/><title type='text'>The Bonds Bunch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-5951969763404745186</id><published>2010-05-18T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:48:36.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Woman</title><content type='html'>I was driving home from work tonight and I was recalling some advice my Grandma has given me over the years.  It made me smile to know that she is always looking out for me and is a wise, wise woman! &lt;br /&gt;1.  When I went to Mardi Gras in 2001, my Grandma wrote me a letter and told me not to talk to strangers.  ( I was 20 at the time!)&lt;br /&gt;2. When Ron and I were house-hunting my Grandma told me to make sure that the our front door looked like the rest of the doors in the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;3. When Ron and I got married, my Grandma told me to make sure that we insure my wedding ring!&lt;br /&gt;4. When Ron and I had kids, my Grandma told me to make sure that we take the girls to plays, musicals and theatre! &lt;br /&gt;5. My Grandma also once told me to safety pin the socks before I did laundry to keep the pairs together! &lt;br /&gt;I love my Grandma and plan on getting more advie from her in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-5951969763404745186?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5951969763404745186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/wise-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/5951969763404745186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/5951969763404745186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/wise-woman.html' title='Wise Woman'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-5798944878743147950</id><published>2010-05-07T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:27:24.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing in Swimsuits!</title><content type='html'>Ron bought Tia a bikini!  You would have thought that Tia had died and gone to beach heaven.  Tia and Sydney put on their bathing suits and played swimming pool in Tia's room.  The ground was the pool and their beds were the diving board.  They had a blast.  To top the bikini-night off, the wanted to take a bath with the swimsuits! &lt;br /&gt;Tia and Sydney were having a blast in the tub. Ron and I were folding laundry just listening to them splash away.  All of a sudden, Tia shouts,"  Mom, Dad come in here!"  Ron and I went in only to find that they had taken the luffas and "stuffed"  their swimsuits!  It was hilarious!  I do not remember doing things like this at 6 going on 7.  Girls will be girls!!! ( It was quite the Kodak moment.  Too bad the photographer was too busy laughing to think about snapping a photo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-5798944878743147950?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5798944878743147950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/bathing-in-swimsuits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/5798944878743147950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/5798944878743147950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/bathing-in-swimsuits.html' title='Bathing in Swimsuits!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-178455134874374142</id><published>2010-04-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:28:10.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1-800-Easter-Bunny</title><content type='html'>This year I had to make an emergency call to the Easter Bunny.  Sydney was afraid that the Easter Bunny was going to come into her room.  We placed the Easter baskets downstairs on the coffee table but that was not good enough.  About 10:30 Sydney was still wide-eyed and bushy-tailed so I pick up the phone and dialed 1-800-Easter-Bunny!  I told the Easter Bunny that Sydney did not want him to come upstairs.  He agreed.  I let Sydney know and she finally closed her eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-178455134874374142?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/178455134874374142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-800-easter-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/178455134874374142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/178455134874374142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-800-easter-bunny.html' title='1-800-Easter-Bunny'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-1932411930471965545</id><published>2010-03-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:19:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Lucky!</title><content type='html'>I am so lucky to have a wonderful husband who supports me with everything I do.  I am so lucky to have two beautiful girls who keep me on my toes.  I am so lucky to have a great family who surrounds me daily.  I am so lucky to have a great job that challenges me on a day to day basis.  I am so lucky to have friends who are there for me through thick and thin.  I am so lucky to be blessed with an amazing best friend.  I am so lucky to have a life that I am proud of.  I am so lucky to have the opportunity to show my daughters that you can have a career and a family.  I am so lucky to have overcome many challenges and come out on top!  I am so lucky to have such a blessed life!  I love my life!  I wouldn't change it for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-1932411930471965545?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1932411930471965545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1932411930471965545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1932411930471965545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-lucky.html' title='So Lucky!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-7177575313738984207</id><published>2010-02-10T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:04:18.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Girl Wants in A Husband!</title><content type='html'>On the way to dance class on Monday, Tia said to me, "Mom when I grow up I want my husband to be responsible, caring towards other people, give hugs and cleans!" Can you blame the girl?  I thought to myself that sounds just like her Daddy and it sounds like great traits to look for 25 years from now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-7177575313738984207?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7177575313738984207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-girl-wants-in-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7177575313738984207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7177575313738984207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-girl-wants-in-husband.html' title='What a Girl Wants in A Husband!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-7787804660871842161</id><published>2010-02-10T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:58:32.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out Times 2!</title><content type='html'>At 2 years and 11 months Sydney had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!  At daycare, Sydney bit one of her friends, which landed herself in time out.  Later that evening, after taking a toy of Tia's, she was asked to hand Tia back her toy.  Instead, she decided to throw it at Tia.  This hurt Tia due to the heavy metal keychain it had on it.  Yes, once again, she landed herself in time out.  Sydney proceeded to scream her very high pitched scream on the stairs while in time out.  Ron did not want to listen to it, so he picked her up and had her sit in the hallway upstairs.  Sydney was not a happy camper to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;As she was upstairs, she proceeded to get quiet.  I ventured up the stairs to see what she was doing, only to find her in the litter box giving it a taste.  She learned the hard way that kitty litter does not taste good!  I just shook my head and asked her if it tasted good, and of course she said, "NO!" &lt;br /&gt;With 3 just around the corner I can only hope that we are leaving the terrible two's behind and have not only just begun them!  My Mom said that I did not go through the terrible two's but it was the terrible three's that I explored! I am keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-7787804660871842161?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7787804660871842161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-out-times-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7787804660871842161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7787804660871842161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-out-times-2.html' title='Time Out Times 2!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-2732047335273162973</id><published>2010-01-23T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:47:06.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are The Moments</title><content type='html'>Nobody ever said it was going to be easy. Motherhood is something you cannot study to become great at, you just take things day by day and focus on the good versus the challenging. Tia and Sydney are two very sweet girls who express some of the sweetest moments.&lt;br /&gt;When I snuggle with Sydney at night, she often rubs my forehead. as I often do when I put her to sleep. Tia said to me tonight, "Mommy when I was in your tummy I wished that I had a great Mom like you". Also, the other night when Tia sensed that I was stressed out, as I went to tucking her into bed, she started to rub my shoulders and gave me a massage. These are the moments that I will treasure forever and hope that they always remember the beautiful girls they are from the inside out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-2732047335273162973?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2732047335273162973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-are-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/2732047335273162973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/2732047335273162973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-are-moments.html' title='These Are The Moments'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-7829366936707842125</id><published>2009-10-11T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:30:56.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>This is what our house looks like on a Lazy Sunday Afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUO2yMgjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Oy43EtGfwA/s1600-h/Nap+Time+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391464318116856370" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUO2yMgjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Oy43EtGfwA/s200/Nap+Time+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUW5Rka4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/gJABcNeshwQ/s1600-h/Nap+Time+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391464456224271234" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUW5Rka4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/gJABcNeshwQ/s200/Nap+Time+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUhkRthII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zkT4UgKKhwU/s1600-h/Nap+Time+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391464639566283906" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUhkRthII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zkT4UgKKhwU/s200/Nap+Time+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJkLtWT04I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3XHeDM6MaRw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391481856230413186" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJkLtWT04I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3XHeDM6MaRw/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Mom is preparing dinners for the week and catching up on her shows on the DVR! Home Sweet Home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-7829366936707842125?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7829366936707842125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-sunday-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7829366936707842125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7829366936707842125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Lazy Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StJUO2yMgjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Oy43EtGfwA/s72-c/Nap+Time+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-1905923378329254202</id><published>2009-10-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:33:11.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Exstravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFeHhuMJRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ytbhbv_e40E/s1600-h/October+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391193712343393554" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFeHhuMJRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ytbhbv_e40E/s200/October+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFdS6MNsVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/119707qTCLs/s1600-h/October+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391192808378708306" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFdS6MNsVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/119707qTCLs/s200/October+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFersqKxPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NfNzynEa9eI/s1600-h/October+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194333754606834" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFersqKxPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NfNzynEa9eI/s200/October+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFfAsRJjYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BEp2tBY0Tm4/s1600-h/October+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194694426922370" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFfAsRJjYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BEp2tBY0Tm4/s200/October+2009+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFebqqwXNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bg7zehxfNj8/s1600-h/October+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194058342292690" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFebqqwXNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bg7zehxfNj8/s200/October+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFdt4eK9uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CNujueJWME0/s1600-h/October+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391193271773624034" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFdt4eK9uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CNujueJWME0/s200/October+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFdcs7PXRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nVkJEJKUrPs/s1600-h/October+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391192976616545554" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFdcs7PXRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nVkJEJKUrPs/s200/October+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFfsJO7C6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hzkm6wttZVE/s1600-h/October+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391195440936586146" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFfsJO7C6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hzkm6wttZVE/s200/October+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed the pumpkin patch today. This year both Tia and Sydney got to enjoy it. ( No stroller!) Sydney was so excited about the jump house and the pony rides! Tia loved that she got to bring her BFF Paige and they walked hand- in- hand the entire afternoon. There was a giant pillow that you could jump on and even a slide that was went partially underground! We had a blast and will continue to go until we get the roll of the eyes when it is mentioned! Even then maybe Ron and I will still go! &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/4813610862520056655-1905923378329254202?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1905923378329254202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-exstravaganza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1905923378329254202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1905923378329254202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-exstravaganza.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Exstravaganza'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFeHhuMJRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ytbhbv_e40E/s72-c/October+2009+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-1261000517911073908</id><published>2009-10-10T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:15:32.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Walk 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFbv-_pQFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bBqqu9GaVs4/s1600-h/October+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391191108861116498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFbv-_pQFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bBqqu9GaVs4/s200/October+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first annual Bonds Bunch Heart Walk! We raised $250 and plan on increasing our contributions every year! The rain held off and we completed the 4 mile walk with about 1,000 other supporters. The hardest part was pushing the 100lbs in the stroller up the hill. After the walk was over with and we were getting the girls in the car, Tia said, " My legs hurt." All I could do was laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will continue to do everything we can to support Ron!  We love ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4813610862520056655-1261000517911073908?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1261000517911073908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-walk-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1261000517911073908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1261000517911073908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-walk-2009.html' title='Heart Walk 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/StFbv-_pQFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bBqqu9GaVs4/s72-c/October+2009+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-736833939697083056</id><published>2009-09-23T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:02:34.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr9PB_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TS1rRdymgc/s1600-h/September+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384894739149566946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr9PB_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TS1rRdymgc/s320/September+2009+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384894058396312786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr8nZ_S5NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JgGoxBvYwoU/s320/September+2009+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr8aKxS21I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RHAB0pSc2D0/s1600-h/September+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384893830972758866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr8aKxS21I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RHAB0pSc2D0/s320/September+2009+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tia is the accessory queen. It is so fun to see her put outfits together and walk the runway! So help Ron and I when she is a teenager! &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/4813610862520056655-736833939697083056?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/736833939697083056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/fashionista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/736833939697083056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/736833939697083056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/fashionista.html' title='Fashionista'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr9PB_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TS1rRdymgc/s72-c/September+2009+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-1849999358627355447</id><published>2009-09-23T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:56:27.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>In Love In Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr7qtwwRbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kSvdPPII654/s1600-h/September+2009+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384893015732012466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr7qtwwRbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kSvdPPII654/s320/September+2009+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my husband! We had a great weekend in Denver together! Of course we missed the girls but knew they were in good hands and Grandma Sandra's and then with Grandma Rhondi! I don't know what we would do without family. We are very greatful to be able to getaway for the weekend and enjoy each other company! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-1849999358627355447?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1849999358627355447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-husband-we-had-great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1849999358627355447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1849999358627355447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-husband-we-had-great-weekend.html' title='In Love In Denver'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Srr7qtwwRbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kSvdPPII654/s72-c/September+2009+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-6075787103112793559</id><published>2009-09-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:59:57.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Sq2xfr98q9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/zw7tTWWh4pQ/s1600-h/Tia%27s+First+Grade+Project+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381152287714225106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Sq2xfr98q9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/zw7tTWWh4pQ/s200/Tia%27s+First+Grade+Project+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tia's first homework assignment! It was a family project and is all complete and ready to go to school tomorrow! Nice Job Tia!  A+&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Sq2wsNycIlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bkv6DLSHAhk/s1600-h/Tia%27s+First+Grade+Project+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4813610862520056655-6075787103112793559?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6075787103112793559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/6075787103112793559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/6075787103112793559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-assignment.html' title='First Assignment'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Sq2xfr98q9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/zw7tTWWh4pQ/s72-c/Tia%27s+First+Grade+Project+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-7109280250008479781</id><published>2009-09-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:28:01.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Today was Tia's first day of First Grade at Elk Plain! It is really weird to say that I have a first grader. I remember my first grade teacher, Mrs. Riggio! She was great! I really hope Tia has a fabulous first grade experience like it did! I am really excited for her teacher this year, Mrs. Fangman. I was really impressed this morning and it was only the first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SqcfoKiqvPI/AAAAAAAAADo/2jjDEDCHb8M/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+(+1st+Grade)+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379303054802337010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SqcfoKiqvPI/AAAAAAAAADo/2jjDEDCHb8M/s200/First+Day+of+School+(+1st+Grade)+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Sqcfyk1uE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/BwEKKZr_pEs/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+(+1st+Grade)+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379303233660261282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/Sqcfyk1uE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/BwEKKZr_pEs/s200/First+Day+of+School+(+1st+Grade)+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379302513730472386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SqcfIq5FScI/AAAAAAAAADY/LVv56DmyNQE/s200/First+Day+of+School+(+1st+Grade)+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was really excited this morning ready to go in her new dress and Ed Hardy Tennis Shoes! There were no tears from her or I this year, unlike last year where we were the only two that cried. When Ron and I asked her about her day, all she talked about was lunch and recess! I wonder if that is what every conversation on the first day of the school-year will be like for the next eleven years. &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/4813610862520056655-7109280250008479781?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7109280250008479781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7109280250008479781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7109280250008479781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SqcfoKiqvPI/AAAAAAAAADo/2jjDEDCHb8M/s72-c/First+Day+of+School+(+1st+Grade)+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-2196082874687242514</id><published>2009-09-04T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:02:46.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing but Innocent</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I was in my pajama tank top and I had my arm above my head.  Sydney moved her hand like she was going to tickle me so I quickly put my arm down.  Sydney said,"  What is that, can I see."  I replied, "It's my arm pit", as I raised my arm up.  She looks at me innocently and says, " Can I pet it!"  How embarassing!  Needless to say, I shaved the next day and we all had a good laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-2196082874687242514?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2196082874687242514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/embarassing-but-innocent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/2196082874687242514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/2196082874687242514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/embarassing-but-innocent.html' title='Embarassing but Innocent'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-7682663751808846808</id><published>2009-08-18T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:51:33.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>It has been three whole days since Sydney has used a pull-up! This is very exciting in the Bonds household! No more diapers, ever! She is doing so great and it is hard to believe that she is growing up so quickly. Every morning she chooses from Tinkerbell, Elmo or Dora panties! It depends what mood she is in but usually Tinkerbell wins!&lt;br /&gt;The toothfairy will be visiting the Bonds household tonight. Tia lost another tooth! It was one of her "eye" teeth! I think she only has one left to loose! Speaking of the tooth fairy, I gotta go before I forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-7682663751808846808?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7682663751808846808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/milestones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7682663751808846808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7682663751808846808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-2276989380965248750</id><published>2009-08-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:11:26.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Secret Model</title><content type='html'>Tia had spent the day with her friend Sierra.  Sierra's Mom dropped her off afterwards and came in to chat for a few minutes.  Tia &amp;amp; Sierra immediately went upstairs to play dress up while her Mom and I talked.  Tia came downstairs to do a fashion show for us.  She had on one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; Secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nightgowns ( the kind you don't wear in front of the kids) with her Superwoman belt on!  Tia continued to prance around the room with her hands on her hip announcing," I am wearing one of my Mommy's Nightgowns."  I was mortified!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Here's the kicker: Ron passed Tia on the stairs as she coming down to do the fashion show!  I am sure Sierra's Mom will never let Sierra come over to the house unsupervised!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-2276989380965248750?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2276989380965248750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/victoria-secret-model.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/2276989380965248750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/2276989380965248750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/victoria-secret-model.html' title='Victoria Secret Model'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-8785835949092415700</id><published>2009-08-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:30:27.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>T-W-O. . . . enough said</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511521637565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYgTR15AoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ojVjxpVH5w4/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYgNqDu86I/AAAAAAAAADI/ncqJ_JVjtsY/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511425058861986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYgNqDu86I/AAAAAAAAADI/ncqJ_JVjtsY/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYgHOE8XWI/AAAAAAAAADA/g2sw2acAdT4/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511314468527458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYgHOE8XWI/AAAAAAAAADA/g2sw2acAdT4/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when a two year old tries to paint her own fingernails and toenails. I would not recommend trying this at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just tell you how this happened, so hold your phone calls to CPS.  I painted Sydney's toe nails this morning and I told her to sit on the couch while they dried.  Instead of listening Sydney curled her toes and walked on the carpet, yes while they were still wet.  So, I then got nail polish remover and took it off.  Sydney apparently took matters into her own hands when I was in the shower and painted her fingers and toes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I can't get it off Sydney or the carpet.  &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/4813610862520056655-8785835949092415700?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8785835949092415700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/t-w-o-enough-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/8785835949092415700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/8785835949092415700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/t-w-o-enough-said.html' title='T-W-O. . . . enough said'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYgTR15AoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ojVjxpVH5w4/s72-c/Jazz+Festival+2009+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-1518148927779888111</id><published>2009-08-02T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:22:17.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rashad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maree'/><title type='text'>Jazz Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYbrv-ctDI/AAAAAAAAACI/nmUmYfmJc_Q/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365506444485243954" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYbrv-ctDI/AAAAAAAAACI/nmUmYfmJc_Q/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYdRRjSSeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wFNMKDtuPZw/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365508188664908258" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYdRRjSSeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wFNMKDtuPZw/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYcYwSyh0I/AAAAAAAAACg/FMWrMGfrggE/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365507217664673602" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYcYwSyh0I/AAAAAAAAACg/FMWrMGfrggE/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYdBJOZmFI/AAAAAAAAACw/gXszf0jRt7g/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365507911551916114" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYdBJOZmFI/AAAAAAAAACw/gXszf0jRt7g/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYb8LlKufI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OrKeJdnVw_c/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365506726773307890" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYb8LlKufI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OrKeJdnVw_c/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYcG4UNrYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y1PnqvH74PU/s1600-h/Jazz+Festival+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365506910580485506" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYcG4UNrYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y1PnqvH74PU/s200/Jazz+Festival+2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our 4th year that we have attended the Jazz Festival! It has come to be a tradition for us. We enjoy great music, good food and even better company. Maree and Rashad got us attending our first festival four years ago. Maree's Mom and Dad have gone fro the past 11 years as well as Dora and Tommy. The youngsters ( youngsters being, Rashand, Ron, Maree and I) have crashed the party enjoying some long over due "adult time".  We plan on continuing this tradition for years to come and maybe one day when our kids are older, they will want to bring their spouse and join us in the tradition!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&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/4813610862520056655-1518148927779888111?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1518148927779888111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/jazz-festival-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1518148927779888111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1518148927779888111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/jazz-festival-2009.html' title='Jazz Festival 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnYbrv-ctDI/AAAAAAAAACI/nmUmYfmJc_Q/s72-c/Jazz+Festival+2009+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-1298480494808445810</id><published>2009-07-30T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:32:33.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnJ_MJ270xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fDEMx5h1qnE/s1600-h/May+2009+-+July+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364489952933171986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnJ_MJ270xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fDEMx5h1qnE/s200/May+2009+-+July+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Staycation! It's the new Vacation. It's not quite the same but for now it will have to do! We have made the best of our summer days by finding fun things around town to do! Earlier in the summer we took the kids to GREAT WOLF LODGE! Sandra, Terry and Traci went too! We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKFE7GCjFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fUGKDJomfqA/s1600-h/May+2009+-+July+2009+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364496425780677714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKFE7GCjFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fUGKDJomfqA/s200/May+2009+-+July+2009+206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also went to Bellingham where we saw Aunt Liz, Uncle Jeff and cousins Tyler, Abbey &amp;amp; Sophie! We cooled off in a sprinkler park and we also tried to pick berries. I say "tried" because some picked and others ate as they picked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKMAZUZkmI/AAAAAAAAABw/E30kJnkZosI/s1600-h/May+2009+-+July+2009+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364504044576019042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKMAZUZkmI/AAAAAAAAABw/E30kJnkZosI/s200/May+2009+-+July+2009+237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also discovered some great places around town. Jim's U Fish in Graham was a fun afternoon spent horesback riding, petting animals and running around on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKMoESg9qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oalECEM6KEw/s1600-h/May+2009+-+July+2009+248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364504726125737634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKMoESg9qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oalECEM6KEw/s200/May+2009+-+July+2009+248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite new spots is Jefferson Park. On a hot afternoon we were able to escape under a shady tree and let the girls run around in the sprinklers and at the playground! The girls were so moved with the pleasurable atmosphere, they decided to do a little meditating. ( It goes to show that little sisters will willingly do just about anything to be like their BIG sister!)We will definitely return again this summer and next time pack a picnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKNxiZwuwI/AAAAAAAAACA/its37UxbPVw/s1600-h/May+2009+-+July+2009+251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364505988339645186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnKNxiZwuwI/AAAAAAAAACA/its37UxbPVw/s200/May+2009+-+July+2009+251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My idea of a stay-cation is a little time at the spa. You don't have to fly me to a exotic location to enjoy a pedicure I will glady do that anywhere! The color is California Coral! I love it! Thank you Ron!Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-1298480494808445810?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1298480494808445810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1298480494808445810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/1298480494808445810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnJ_MJ270xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fDEMx5h1qnE/s72-c/May+2009+-+July+2009+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-6993951092147800300</id><published>2009-07-29T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:52:54.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Dream Big Tia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnJ39HkNuwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gSpdCUufjfM/s1600-h/May+2009+-+July+2009+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364481998038350594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnJ39HkNuwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gSpdCUufjfM/s200/May+2009+-+July+2009+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tia completed Kindergarten. Let the journey begin. It has been amazing watching her grow and her mind start to put things together. She loved her first year at Elk Plain. She really flourished. She made lots of friends. I will never forget the first day of kindergarten. Her and I were the only two to cry. By the end of the year she was getting dropped of on the curb and getting out before the car stopped. We are so proud!&lt;br /&gt;When Tia grows up, she wants to be an Animal Doctor and an Artist. Some of her likes this year were Hannah Montana, High School Musical, the guitar, singing, dancing, drawing, riding her bike, skateboarding, bonding with her little sister and putting together very fashionable outfits. Way to go Tia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-6993951092147800300?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6993951092147800300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-big-tia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/6993951092147800300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/6993951092147800300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-big-tia.html' title='Dream Big Tia'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SnJ39HkNuwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gSpdCUufjfM/s72-c/May+2009+-+July+2009+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-956177409445404194</id><published>2009-07-12T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:08:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SlqxdyPk_xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xUvfDtYyWVs/s1600-h/bonds_012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357789831972060946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SlqxdyPk_xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xUvfDtYyWVs/s320/bonds_012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly believe that I am 29, married to a wonderful man, have two beautiful healthy girls, Tia, 6 and Sydney, 2. Where does the time go? It would be a really long story to start from the beginning of how we got here but I'll try to keep it give you the short version . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a story of a lovely lady, who was going to college and working at Outback Steakhouse. She was set up on a blind date and the rest is history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a story of a man named Ronderrick, who was working at Qwest Communications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was set up on a blind date and the rest is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til the one day when this lady met this fella, They went to see Training Day and then to a Japanese Steakhouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they knew that it was just more than a hunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That these two would create a beautiful family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the way they became the Bonds Bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bonds Bunch, The Bonds Bunch, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the way they became the Bonds Bunch! &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/4813610862520056655-956177409445404194?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/956177409445404194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-does-time-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/956177409445404194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/956177409445404194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does time go?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7N8plYQXquk/SlqxdyPk_xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xUvfDtYyWVs/s72-c/bonds_012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813610862520056655.post-7870820462043462997</id><published>2009-07-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:43:40.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never to Late to Start!</title><content type='html'>A journal, a scrapbook, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, a blog?  How does anyone ever decide how to capture the little moments, memories and thoughts that are created each and everyday? &lt;br /&gt;I have decided to start a blog to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to capture what is happening with the Bonds Bunch!  Pictures and words, or blogging, will just begin to touch the surface of the lives of Ron, Tia, Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.  I want to create something that my girls can go back and read when they are older.  I feel that with such a crazy and busy lifestyle we have, I need to reflect on the not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt; and special times we share with one another.  Ready or not, here I go. . . .  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813610862520056655-7870820462043462997?l=bondsbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7870820462043462997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-never-to-late-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7870820462043462997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813610862520056655/posts/default/7870820462043462997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bondsbunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-never-to-late-to-start.html' title='It&apos;s Never to Late to Start!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748110757371011271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
