<?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-6188133387274956761</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:47:29.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ottosen Family</title><subtitle type='html'>a family of 3 in hot, humid, Houston.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5389725233748414548</id><published>2010-04-23T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:44:24.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How does one end a blog?</title><content type='html'>It was fitting that the ending this morning was drizzly and gray. The beginning was drizzly and gray, too - the only difference being about 40 degrees. The morning matched the mood - solemn and a bit weepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few minutes, the judge ruled that the marriage was over and wished us only good things in the future. Too bad that last decree doesn't carry much weight. I too only wish good things for the future, but this is life and it happens without regard to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that I do feel a bit different - kind of undefined. A bit like the exoskeleton is too large and I'm bumping around inside. I don't feel like a failure, I don't feel bitter, I don't even feel terribly sad. I feel a bit poignant, a fair amout of relief, and as always, curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this blog has ended, you can always follow the individuals on Facebook, Twitter, or by e-mail and phone calls.  Who knows, maybe I'll change the name and continue the tales of a boy named Benjamin.  Although, I don't think high-schoolers much like being the subjects of mom's blog.  So FB is probably your best bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-5389725233748414548?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5389725233748414548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5389725233748414548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5389725233748414548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5389725233748414548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-does-one-end-blog.html' title='How does one end a blog?'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1177126768447075965</id><published>2009-08-23T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:33:31.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did this summer...</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow. I'll be taking Ben to the bus at 6:30 a.m. and then heading into school for early morning duty so that I can get off early (hah!).  For some reason I feel the desire to write that cliche' essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did NOT update the blog. If you really want to know what I'm doing, then friend me on Facebook. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taught summer school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a photography course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a course on geoecosystems in Yellowstone National Park with my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drove the Going-to-the-Sun-Road in an old-timey red car at Glacier National Park with my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorted gravel for sapphires in Montana with my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Ute Stampede in Nephi, UT with my mom, dad, Ben and Uncle Steve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent a week at mining camp in Texas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw KA in Las Vegas with Ben, Bryce &amp;amp; Tyce. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited the Shelby Museum in Vegas with Ben and my mustang-loving nephew, Tyce. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my toes prettified with my fab sil, Rebecca.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out my closet, the garage, and the laundry room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit my fitness goal and had to buy a new wardrobe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And some more completely fantastic stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it any wonder that I don't want to be back in school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1177126768447075965?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1177126768447075965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1177126768447075965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1177126768447075965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1177126768447075965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='What I did this summer...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3493481525586064884</id><published>2009-05-12T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:26:02.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sometimes cool to be a mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335109517723542322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Sgod1vm3ozI/AAAAAAAAANw/bKA9RcRmXNQ/s320/IMG00011-20090507-2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ben tells me that he is ready to get his hair cut - short. I make the appointment and on the way, he informs me that he is going to blame it all on me. (After seeing the result, I will gladly take that blame!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335109516359630770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Sgod1qhr_7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/RLc2fmA4lhc/s320/IMG00013-20090507-2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have walked past him 3 times in various venues without recognizing him.  His teacher carried on and on about how shocked she was.  He looks good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  He is really fun to hang out with.  Here he is at the art car parade dancing to the tunes from the disco bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335109518837518962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Sgod1zwdknI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nkAYHp5KMV8/s320/IMG00016-20090509-1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ben's grades slipped a little and he was grounded from the computer. After his grade raised, he thanked me for grounding him. Not sure that I heard right, I asked, "what?!" "Thanks for grounding me, Mom - now my character on World of Warcraft has full HP because he rested so long." (there's always a catch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335109519081015314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Sgod10qhCBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7TUMgTb_Geg/s320/IMG00046-20090512-1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Ben worked really hard on his Lone Star project which is a cumulative, interconnected display of everything they learned in Texas History, science, math and literacy this year. Ben made jerky, wrote a script for a podcast and directed said podcast.  When I get a good link, I'll share it with you.&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/6188133387274956761-3493481525586064884?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3493481525586064884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3493481525586064884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3493481525586064884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3493481525586064884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-sometimes-cool-to-be-mom.html' title='It&apos;s sometimes cool to be a mom.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/Sgod1vm3ozI/AAAAAAAAANw/bKA9RcRmXNQ/s72-c/IMG00011-20090507-2057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6994784255714322644</id><published>2009-03-23T20:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:55:05.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Lions and Lambs</title><content type='html'>You know the saying....March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb? I don't know that they meant the weather - it seems to apply much more to life. March began with a roar. I know we still have another week to go, but already the pace is less frantic. No big stresses are viewable.  I'm hoping for the lamb-like ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of February was busy - very busy. Come in late and get to bed late - busy. 5 hours of sleep a night busy. Ben was on academic probation, so Mean Homework Mom was required everyday. Nate's iron must be really low, because he is sleeping 16-18 hours a day. I am slightly overcommitted (as usual), but am handling it. not well, but doable. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 27th, I was elected Teacher of the Year for my campus. This should be a great honor, right? I had a moment of "awww...somebody noticed" which was cut short when they told me that I had to write 7 essays (~14 pages by the following Friday). You know that I HATE to write! I have terrible writers block on a good day, and I wasn't having any good days lately. Panic sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the 28th, Ben is to be in Austin for the state German competition. This is a 3 hour drive each way. Nate is too sick to go, so I drink about 3 diet cokes and head out early in the morning. I take a wrong turn. I call my sister for internet directions and Ben makes it to his competition time with 10 minutes to spare. (Turns out that the wrong turn was a benefit as there was a terrible wreck on the road we were supposed to be on, and traffic was backed up for an hour). Ben does his 2 competitions (german play and german skit) and we get back on the road home. I force him to go to the store where they are having a 70% off men's suits sale. He chooses a beautiful sport jacket. We arrive home at 8 p.m. A really, really long day, but I lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 2nd. My shelves arrive. They were ordered in December for my lab, but installation got quirked and they arrive today to install them. My new directive is to get that unholy mess from the 2 room floodings the past fall cleaned up before the EP comes to visit. (Oh, and by the way, don't forget those essays). I come home to write, and promptly get in a fight with Nate, who is not really very coherent. I really, really want to run away from home. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4th - spend the day getting my essays rewritten (since the computer didn't save my last changes). Principal assigns me to attend a meeting next Wednesday evening. (Science Fair is on Tuesday and Family Science Night is on Thursday. Evidently someone told him that I had a couple of free hours on Wednesday afternoon) Ben gets his Star rank in Scouts. Good job, Ben! (good job, mom, for grounding him until the last requirement was finished) Find out that Ben is 28 entries behind in his journal which is being picked up on Friday. Thus start the super-late nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 5th - send off essays in the morning to my 2 dear friends for editing. Nate has doctor appointment spurred by our argument on Monday. Docs see him, run labs, have no answers. Go visiting teaching and then drop into my hair person, as I cannot gray gracefully anymore following 13 ma'am's since Saturday. As I walk in her door, the phone rings. Nate's doctor is admitting him to the hospital immediately. I apologize and go directly home. Thank goodness Heather can take Ben overnight and do school dropoff and pickup on Friday. We head to the hospital where all they can tell us is that is hemoglobin is less than 6, and his hemocrit is 1. (both of these are critical levels). The plan is to transfuse blood until Nate's levels are above critical, and then do IV iron in hopes that his body will make more blood. By this time, I am dangerously tired, and a little stressed because I haven't done the final edit on my essays. Nate sends me home at 11:30. I return home and get through the essay edits. Many thanks to my friend who chatted with me online until I was through the crisis and could think. Get to sleep around 2:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 6th. Print final copy and put in dividers. Go to school to drop it off and head straight to hospital. Nate is looking less pale - he actually has some color in his skin instead of the transparent sallow look of the past few years. They haven't started the iron iv, yet. The doctor comes in and is quite concerned that the full workup that we had done 1.5 years ago hasn't been followed up on. Gets him to a new hemotologist on Monday. (yay!) After the iron iv and confirmation that he is 2/3 full of blood, and the final okay, we head home at 6 p.m. Nate eats dinner and goes right to sleep. I decide to color my hair myself, so that I can squeeze in for a haircut on Tuesday. (put this one under things NOT to do immediately after bringing your husband home from the hospital). It's rather light - blond in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 8th. Get word from my AP that the last 2 words on the essay were cut off, and can I fix it and bring it to her first thing on Monday? Nate feeling better, but starting to look pale again. Ben up until midnight writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9th. Science fair is tomorrow. I don't even know how many projects are actually completed. I have 9 judges scheduled for tomorrow. I call for all projects and end up with....5. 5 projects. Last year we had over 100. Decide to cancel the judges since it isn't worth their time to take off from work to judge 5 projects. Start cleaning the lab to make administration happy. Get an "FYI" e-mail informing the school that I am now the 'bat containment specialist'. ??? Which means that if there is a bat on campus, they should call me so that I can contain it and call the district animal control. (in the past few years, there have been some rabid bat incidents). What I want to know is how I got assigned this job? I'm only a science teacher! Start laughing hysterically which beats crying hysterically. Nate comes home from his hematologist appt with a calendar. His body made blood (nearly a pint!) with the iv iron from the hospital. So now we know that his body makes iron, but we don't know if it is an absorption or storage issue. Plan is to give heavy iron ivs for each of the next 3 weeks, and then wait 3 weeks to see if his body will store iron and absorb it. At last! After 3 years there is a plan! Ben up until 1 a.m. writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10th. Science Fair. Judge 5 of the WORST projects I have ever seen. Start prepping for family science night which is in 2 days. Get my hair cut. It looks cute. Come home - Ben is reading my high school yearbook and informs me that I have the same hair as then. Ben up late writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 12th. Family Science Night. Very, very nervous as I changed the way it was handled from previous years. Starts POURING at 3:30 p.m. Get all set up and ready. Crocodile Encounters and J.C. come to do their presentations beginning at 5:30. All 6 earth science activities are ready and most of my volunteers show up. -- Only 6 kids are there. Finally about 6pm, we have to start adding chairs and the evening begins. It went great! Everyone was pleased with the presentations and the activities. It ran very smoothly and we were cleaned up and out of there by 8 p.m. My principal even called me to say thanks. wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 13th. School. Spring Break begins at 3:30 p.m. I'm trying to stay awake....trying....trying... I sleep for the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 16-20th. My sister and our friend TA have set up a project goal as well as a daily reward for meeting our goals. I get the Den clean. Yes, for real! for the first time in 2 years, everything has a place and is in it. I finish the handmade book that has been sitting in pieces for the past 14 months. I get the house clean, I shop, I cook, I start working out to get ready for my trip to Yellowstone. It's a great week. Nate is getting much better - not normal yet, but now only sleeping 12 hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 21st - we all go out for lunch and then to 2! stores. This is something Nate hasn't been able to do since the summer. (and back then, I couldn't do it because of my broken foot). He evidently overdid because he had a migraine for the next 24 hours, but he is improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 22nd - It has been a really long month. I was under enormous amounts of stress. I was so stressed I stopped eating (and you know that I am usually a stress-eater). I need to thank my family and friends for their support. Heather, the Wards, Rebecca, Jim - you were all true blessings in my life and I could not have gotten through without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 23rd - back to school. Not completely rested, but the days are more normal now. regular labs, regular classes, regular life...I hope it continues for the rest of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6994784255714322644?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6994784255714322644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6994784255714322644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6994784255714322644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6994784255714322644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-lions-and-lambs.html' title='Of Lions and Lambs'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-988709269451087318</id><published>2009-02-10T17:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:52:03.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Jury Duty</title><content type='html'>When I received my summons, I was of two minds. First, I had a sense of dread brought on by the memory of my last experience in criminal court. (As a juror for those of you who wondered.) Second, I had this dream that I could go sit in the jury assembly room, drink my hot chocolate and read uninterrupted for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contention with jury duty last time was that I found it incredibly stressful to decide another person's future. I know that they made bad choices, but I didn't relish the responsibility. I also didn't like making decisions with only partial information. However, I also believe that my country requires the service of good, reasonable people in order to function in a good, reasonable way, so I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am concerned by the number of people who believe that any time and effort they spend on the workings of democracy is too much. Not just those who learn the phrases that will get them out of jury duty, but also the ones who want to elect officials and then wash their minds of any further responsibility. How can we blame elected officials for doing the wrong thing if we don't keep informed? Is anyone else really, really bothered by this latest economic stimulus package?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After several weeks of ignoring advice from others on how to respond during voir dire so that I would be released, today finally arrived. I arose at the same time as usual, put on the same clothes I wear to work, because there is a dress code for jury duty, and drove downtown. I was able to park in the jury lot for fifty cents less than my jury pay was expected to be. This was a good omen, as the other lots charge $8-$10 a day. I found a seat in the back where the row consists of 2 seats, opened my book, put up the flap on my hot chocolate lid and began to relax. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301332036582411410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SZIdZkzkjJI/AAAAAAAAANo/PKdi8Uw2lzw/s200/jury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat, I realized that I felt SAFE in a manner that is uncommon now that we live in the big city. It took me awhile to put my finger on the reason, but as the jury duty video played in the background, I figured it out. Everyone in the room is a good, upstanding citizen. There are no felons, no one is facing felony charges, no one is insane. Since jury rolls are taken from voting lists, nobody is uncouth (young) enough to listen to loud music, make-out, or shout into cell phones. There are no children to make my teacher eye pop out. There are no sleep-deprived mothers of children under 10 (only sleep-deprived mothers of teenagers), and everyone missing had already lied and turned in their exemptions. People sat with an empty seat between them and minded their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juxtapose this experience against a PTO meeting at the school where I teach. Parents who speak little English talking on cell phones, carrying on loud conversations with profanity and raucous laughter while the principal is trying to impress upon them the importance of their children's education, while said children (and their siblings - both younger and older) run across the tops of the lunchroom tables or up and down the steps on the stage and then finally pandemonium when the police were called because two parents got into a fight over who the mother of both their children should sit with. Amazing. I briefly consider a career as a court clerk or bailiff - so orderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury duty video (repeated in 3 languages even though you can't serve if you aren't fluent in English) was low enough I could block it out. Loren Jackson, our recently elected district clerk, has apparently been elected because of his stand-up routine. After his one-liners, they administer the oath and begin calling groups. 5 groups go to criminal court, 4 to civil court and 2 or 3 to family court. Three times bailiffs return to the jury assembly room to call names of people missing from their group. They actually know if you are missing! Wow! I miss the last group by 11 numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group comes back - evidently an attorney didn't show up or something. We are advised to pay for our parking to avoid lines later in the day. I do so. Then they announce that we can donate our jury duty pay - all $6 of it - to either a victims group or Child Protective Services. I fill out the paperwork to make my selection and am touched by how many people are willing to donate during a tough economy. I also notice the scornful, disbelieving looks of those who choose not to donate. They obviously think we are crazy.  Because the difference between me and a millionaire is $6?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finish my book.  Wow - I used to read a book a day and lately a book lasts me 2 weeks.  I'm starting to get my things together - obviously I won't be needed today.  Uh oh, the computer screens light up with another list of numbers.  Mine's not there.  Oh, its the group that got sent back.  I guess the attorney finally showed up.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are given final instructions and thanked for our service.  (Thank you!  Finishing that book was a treat compared to my Tuesday classes.)  They release us to the survival of the fastest danger of the freeways and the rabid routine of real life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm going to miss jury duty.  Not because it is peaceful, convenient, or fun, rather because sacrificing a little for the betterment of others is worth it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-988709269451087318?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/988709269451087318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=988709269451087318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/988709269451087318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/988709269451087318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-on-jury-duty.html' title='Thoughts on Jury Duty'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SZIdZkzkjJI/AAAAAAAAANo/PKdi8Uw2lzw/s72-c/jury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-4475717717581327683</id><published>2009-01-11T15:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:38:40.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Energy</title><content type='html'>At the first of every year, I tend to reevaluate my life.  I have friends who do this on their birthdays, and others who plan a meditation retreat one weekend every year, but for me, the New Year just seems to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am reevaluating my career choice and the cost of energy.  And before your eyes glaze over, this isn't really about gas prices beginning to go up.  I left my career in accounting to be a teacher for a couple reasons.  One, the Lord told me to.  Two, when I drug my feet about opening that new door, he threw me out the window.  (I found myself unemployed a little earlier than I had planned on.  Luckily I was only a couple of months away from beginning my new career in education.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an accountant, I had created several spreadsheets that did a cost analysis - could I go from making a nice salary to only getting paid for 9 months of work?  Several factors were involved:  drycleaning, maid service, and childcare costs.  I figured I could squeak by, but it would be a sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching has been more profitable than I ever imagined.  In the past 5 years, we purchased a house, a new (to us) car and began a new savings account.  This doesn't really seem possible when I look at the spreadsheets.  However, sometimes the little things add up.  Now I don't buy clothes that need to be dry cleaned.  Per month savings:  $50.  No maid service - per month savings:  $150.  Free parking - per month savings  $70.  No afterschool and summer care - annual savings....$5000.  Not driving during rush hour - approximate savings of $200 per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest change was meals.  Although, I come home tired, I don't come home late.  We actually have time to cook a meal instead of eating out.  I used to have lunch out every day.  Sometimes I'd eat in the company cafeteria, other times I would escape the great and spacious building.  Average weekly cost for lunches - $40 including tips.  When I started teaching, I would purchase my lunch from the bacteria at $2.75 a day, saving me nearly $25 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year during lunch, my friends and I were discussing budgets and several of us made a goal to eat lunch for less than $10 a week.  This means bringing food from home.  I was excited because I could eat leftovers from the previous night's dinner since N &amp;amp; B don't believe in leftovers.  This worked great until October.  For some reason in October, there stopped being leftovers.  I couldn't figure out what was happening, until I noticed the heaping platefuls that Ben was eating.  The 7th-8th grade growth spurt has hit.  My grocery budget started having severe shortfalls - and I was not getting a good lunch.  I learned to shop the sales and eat Lean Cuisine and the like.  But then, my Lean Cuisines started going missing from the freezer.  It seems that Ben would eat them for a snack after school. (I'm sure in your mind you are thinking that he must be HUGE, but on the contrary, he's getting taller and not wider.)  The cost of fueling my son is a major expense these days....surpassing our insurance bill and our summer a/c bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking that I need to leave teaching and return to the business world so that I can afford to feed my child.  But first I'm going to try something new...stop at the grocery in the morning and buy my lunch.  That way I'm sure I'll get to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strategy is to spend more time planning meals and looking for savings.  I especially love the &lt;a href="http://www.5dollardinners.com/2009/01/designer-lunch-tote-giveaway.html"&gt;$5 Dinners.com&lt;/a&gt; blog.  I get some great recipes there and hear about good sales.  Right now they are even having a giveaway for a designer lunch tote.  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can find some way to convert the cost of fueling B into a savings in another area of our budget....maybe I'll feed him in exchange for lawn care - then I can cancel the lawn service.  Or maybe he can pay me for his meals...he has that dog-walking job.  Or maybe I'll just enjoy this stage of life and find ways to make it through without changing careers or taking out a loan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-4475717717581327683?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4475717717581327683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=4475717717581327683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4475717717581327683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4475717717581327683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/cost-of-energy.html' title='The Cost of Energy'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3159890102376933265</id><published>2009-01-02T20:17:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:33:26.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Improvement - ADD edition</title><content type='html'>What is it like to do home improvement projects with ADD? Let me tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I commenced cleaning out the boxes of stuff behind the bar in our den. Putting away that stuff necessitated cleaning out and reorganizing a closet, which in turn required clearing out and reorganizing all the built-in cabinets (12 of them). I am on the final stretch and am only a hard day's work from being completed. Instead of finishing, here is what I have accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2007...I painted my bedroom and replaced all the baseboards with new ones. I hung curtains and have a new bedspread. Still need to hang pictures and few nice things. I have the ideas, but first I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...must have food storage (april 2008). Begin buying sale items and long-term supply items. Store water and wheat behind the bar that I cleaned out in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...build a raised bed garden (august 2008) and begin a kitchen garden. Food storage starting to take over the den, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...reorganize and buy and build shelving for our pantry. (november 2008) Buy new shelf for over washer and dryer. Before I put it up I must take down the old shelving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All that working with food has made me interested in some new recipes. (december 2008) I planned, cooked and savored 5 new recipes in 6 days. Ben is slightly freaked out that I actually can cook. Before the last load of dishes were done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thus commences my love affair with Lowe's. I popped into Lowe's and purchased a new vanity and sink for bathroom on clearance. Had to have matching mirror and drove across town to find it. Decide that if I'm going to replace vanity, then I should go ahead and repaint since I am trying to eradicate the gray from the previous owners. Hauled it all home and checked a few paint swatches. Back to store to purchase paint. After paint is mixed, discover that I gave him the wrong swatch. Keep paint anyway since it was our 2nd choice. (december 31st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pull out old vanity and break a pipe in the process. Take down old mirror. Prep wall, clean floor, take down fixtures, tape and tarp necessities. List vanity on freecycle. Give away old vanity with faucets (and water supply lines) still attached. Stay up half the night looking for a new faucet. Click a sidebar to see the in colors for 2009 and find out that gray is coming back in.&lt;br /&gt;(january 1st)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Put first coat of paint on the walls. Go to plumber's supply to find out how to fix pipe. Discover they have gone out of business. Go to Lowes, find out pipe isn't broken - that's the way it is made. Yippee! Go to get faucet. Look at 5 others I hadn't seen online and end up with the one I originally picked. Check to see if there are matching furnishings. Decide I can get a better price online. Buy new switchplate. Go home. Start to measure fitting to be sure what I bought will work. Get distracted by police chase down my street. Talk to neighbors for an hour. Come back in and check on paint. Not very sure I like the color. Bid on robe hooks and other furnishings on eBay. Ben comes home and I nag him about science fair project. Go ahead with 2nd coat. Halfway through decide it looks like a prison cell. Nate talks me into finishing. Eat supper. Finish 2nd coat. Talk to my parents who are calling from the airport on the way to NZ. Decide to write blog entry. Go wash out paintbrushes. Tired, but still need to do that load of dishes. (jan 2nd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Clean up painters tape and tarps. Install vanity and sink. Remember that I do like this color. I guess the cell effect came when I was sitting on the edge of the tub and all that was in my view was this dark paint and the toilet. Begin installation of faucet and discover that I need more tools. Get Ben started on science fair project. Call Heather and combine shopping trip. Go to Lowe's and get sealant, caulk, plumbers putty, and teflon tape. Help Heather choose paint color for her house. Go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to get shower curtain, rug and extras. Go back to Heather's to look at paint samples inside her house. Fight over which bag of granola I get to have (Mom's granola is worth fighting over). Go home and return to installation of faucet. I cannot figure out these stupid instructions. Ben's classmate (a girl!) comes over to help with his science fair project. Finally make Nate so frustrated that he installs the faucet. Attempt to install p-trap but have to make another trip to Lowes for a fitting trap adapter and water supply extensions. Water supply are wrong size, so return to Lowes. Plumbing "specialist" will not believe that my connection is 1/2" since the standard is 3/8". I guess he doesn't live in an old house. They don't have what I need so drive to Home Depot. They only have the "standard" as well. Get bright idea to purchase two more water supplies and piggyback them onto the water supplies we have as a makeshift adapter. Return home to find that it won't work. Meanwhile, Nate has had enough of letting me "DIY" and is putting on the p-trap. It leaks in 7 places. Go to bed at midnight in tears of exhaustion and frustration. (jan 3rd) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sleep through alarm and awake refreshed at 9:04 a.m. Return to Lowes with a picture of our water supply connection to show the plumbing guy. Fortunately, this associate was born before our house was built and knows that we need a 1/2" flare. I almost cry with relief. Purchase another $60 in plumbing supplies and return home. Everything goes together and now we only have 2 leaks. Apply sealant and plumbers putty. Voila! We have running water....cold water...there is no water pressure on the hot water side. Take everything apart and discover sediments have blocked the hot water supply line. Clean it out with tweezers. Clean floor, sink, and tub. Hang up old, dirty mini-blinds since I forgot to buy the new roman shade. Hang up new shower curtain and fill dispenser with soap. Throw new rug on floor. Discover that we forgot to buy screws to hang mirror. (jan 4th)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the important thing is that we can now wash our hands and brush our teeth. Brushing our hair will have to wait until tomorrow. As will hanging the furnishings that I am still the high bidder on. Also the tub refinisher will be scheduled in February. And matching towels will be purchased during the January/February white sales. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'd better take down the Christmas decorations. And the toilet in the master bath is broken. The DIY website says it is an easy replacement and should only take a couple of hours. Hmmm....MLK day is coming up...that's a 3 day weekend. Maybe we can get it done then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to see the changes thus far? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFQvcIjkzI/AAAAAAAAANE/reAmJA9e6Oo/s1600-h/bathroom+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596213445825330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFQvcIjkzI/AAAAAAAAANE/reAmJA9e6Oo/s320/bathroom+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the before... It looks pretty good in the pic, but the counter is a very cheap laminate. There is no backsplash and they never sealed it, so everytime you wash your hands or brush your teeth, water runs down the wall. The sink needs to be regrouted, and the counter ran the whole length of the wall, but there was only one 24" vanity on the left. On the right was just a big open space. I liked the red shower curtain. When we bought the house all the rooms were painted gray like this except for the 2 small bedrooms. It was a little depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFRliOHbvI/AAAAAAAAANM/74PYoFL-deg/s1600-h/new+blue+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287597142792695538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFRliOHbvI/AAAAAAAAANM/74PYoFL-deg/s320/new+blue+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the new color scheme: Offshore blue in a sandstone finish and white. A pale blue-green rug and towels soften the deep wall color. Mirror will go above vanity. Faucet and furnishings will be rustic pewter (brushed nickel). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate chose the faucet. It looks like an old water trough pump: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFTI8qAnLI/AAAAAAAAANc/uvzd5ZHqZt0/s1600-h/new+faucet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287598850696060082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFTI8qAnLI/AAAAAAAAANc/uvzd5ZHqZt0/s200/new+faucet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-3159890102376933265?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3159890102376933265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3159890102376933265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3159890102376933265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3159890102376933265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-improvement.html' title='Home Improvement - ADD edition'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SWFQvcIjkzI/AAAAAAAAANE/reAmJA9e6Oo/s72-c/bathroom+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6480024071317014518</id><published>2008-12-30T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:02:30.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ben Effect</title><content type='html'>Ben is a one-of-a-kind kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has always been enjoyable to converse with as long as we stay away from electronic topics, as he is quite capable of giving you the play-by-play of any video game, tv show, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were recently discussing the impact of grades on one's income (see rant from early December).  He has the ambition of working at "Games Workshop" as a career.  We informed him that people who do not do well in school work in minimum-wage jobs.  He explained to us that he was going to work full wage, not minimum wage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6480024071317014518?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6480024071317014518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6480024071317014518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6480024071317014518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6480024071317014518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/ben-effect.html' title='The Ben Effect'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5620204164143151301</id><published>2008-12-22T10:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:52:24.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the year ending 12/31/2008....Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SU_DMI_zDUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mFZVXmQPLcM/s1600-h/photo_not_available.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008 was a year of learning for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate learned to take his iron regularly and balance his physical outputs to keep healthy. He learned how to use voice recognition software to navigate the web. Facebook users now enjoy his witty insights on life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim learned to go to the doctor the first time. Her empathy level has increased. A lot. She learned that parenting middle school boys is incredibly frustrating and an incredible joy...all at the same time. She is learning to overcome disappointment and try, try again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben learned that he does have musical talent beyond Guitar Hero and plays the french horn in the band. He learned to stop asking mom and dad for money and got a job walking the neighbor's dogs. He IS learning to do his assignments and turn them in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all learned how to grow vegetables in Houston. Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We learned great locations for fossils in central Texas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We learned to serve each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We learned that hurricanes are scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the Lord bless you and your family in the coming year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ottosens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-5620204164143151301?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5620204164143151301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5620204164143151301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5620204164143151301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5620204164143151301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-year-ending-12312008hallelujah.html' title='For the year ending 12/31/2008....Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-5644162018546168893</id><published>2008-12-20T09:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:55:51.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Stresspression</title><content type='html'>Yes, everything is okay, and yes, we have a church. Yes, we both are still working - no layoffs yet. Financially we are fine. Yes, Mormons believe in Christ and celebrate Christmas. Oh, we'll decorate - we've just been a little busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally put a wreath on the door. And got my nativity set out. But the neighbors are still worried. I can tell by the glances they shoot at our house when they gather in little groups at the bottom of the driveways to gossip. (Usually, I think our neighborhood full of retired people is quirky and charming - but usually, I'm not in their sights). The next one that asks is going to get an earful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been under a little pressure this year. Its been building and building and I'm to the point where I need a sobfest for a couple of hourse to release all that frustration. For some reason, I haven't been able to make it happen. My family has a running joke (which I hate) that it's not Christmas until Kim cries....well this year should be a doozy - good thing I'm not going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I broke my foot in March and stubbornly kept walking on it so that by the time I agreed to see a doctor in July, I was stuck in a cast until October. 6 months of being cooped up. 6 months of not being able to function at the speed I am accustomed to. 6 months of falling behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I worked my tail off last school year and we missed being recognized by the state because we lacked 1 student passing the science exam. I am extremely discouraged. This year has been Mt. Everest in terms of the teachers being overwhelmed with staff changes and new IB programs, the students not having much English exposure, not making the connections, and just being mentally checked out. Probably due to PTSD that most of our students lost everything they owned in the flooding from Hurricane Ike (not much to begin with). However, try telling that to the upper-level school nazis that are pressuring us to get our scores up. I have had 2 district "visitors" in my lab this week. Yet I earned a performance bonus this year. I don't understand the politics involved- No Child Left Behind, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My darling, sweet, wonderful son. Really, he is! However, parenting teens is not simple. (i know - i should expect that!) I just don't understand how an intelligent, loved child does his work in class and at home and DOES NOT TURN IT IN! He is literally driving me crazy. I knew this year might be more difficult because of the 7th grade state writing exam that causes his teachers to freak out since he has dysgraphia and shuts down when required to write. I purposefully cleared my after-school commitments for this school year to the bare minimum so that I would be available. He has given every excuse in the book for his non-achievement. He has happily informed me that he wants to be a 75 kind of guy, not a B or A type. The problem is when you shoot for a 75 you sometimes fall short so then you are a D or F kind of guy. He has a pattern of getting his grades up to acceptable levels and then not turning in anything the last week of the grading period which results in Ds and Fs. ARRRRGGGGHHHH! By then it is too late to fix it. As a result, he is grounded from all types of media until his grades are up. It is going to be a long, long, long holiday break. Plus, he won't be able to play with his 1 Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nate has done really well health-wise until October. His iron levels dipped again and he is back to the dizziness, fatigue, crabbiness, leg cramps, and sleeping 18 hours a day. It is all he can do to work and do his calling. I love him dearly and understand this, but sometimes I feel like a single parent. I wish there was a diagnosis so then we could find a cure for this darn anemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking of that, my chronic psoriactic arthritis is on full-court press. I had to go back on the Enbrel so that I could walk, move my fingers, and function. Enbrel is a miracle - but it comes with a price (and not just financial). It blocks the function of my immune system, so I will catch every germ that comes my way. Not a good thing when you are an elementary school teacher. So how do I start my winter break? With a really, really bad cold. I understand that for some people, a cold is just an inconvenience, but not me...since my immune system doesn't fight as well, it tends to linger, and linger and turn to bronchitis or pneumonia. Plus while I'm sick I can't take the Enbrel so the arthritis returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I worry about my extended family. My dad just had a heart procedure that went well, but I don't do surprises, so it was quite stressful. My mom is going to work herself to death. My sister seems to be fine, but I'm not really sure about that. I think she is lonely. My brother and his family are fine, and I love being able to hear about their funny lives, but I worry about them anyway. My little sister seems to be supermom and I know from experience how hard that is. My in-laws are serving a mission in Ecuador and seem to be very tired. My husbands siblings are all busy but face challenges too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My messy, messy house. With all of the above going on, my house is a shambles. I have been slowly working out from under the backlog, but its tough. I keep giving and throwing stuff away and I'm not a big shopper, so where does all this junk come from? I have a theory that my house is as organized as my mind. So it is very apparent what I'm dealing with mentally. Plus that little list of what I'd like to fix about my house is getting longer instead of shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The stress of everyday life. This is a real stress. I won't bore you with the details, but everyday there is stress. Traffic, fear, sorrow, little obstacles. They add up. Also they announced drug dog checks of all teacher parking lots...no I'm not taking illegal drugs...but one of the factors dogs will alert on is gunpowder and my husband is a gunsmith. I just know I'm going to get called to the office and have to explain to the police why my car reeks of guns. Plus I haven't had a commitment-free evening since October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, I haven't decorated yet. I haven't wrapped gifts, I haven't made or purchased Christmas cards, I haven't baked, I haven't hung the stockings by the chimney, no gifts for those people I'm not related to but appreciate. And you what? I'm not really sure it's all that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a family and friends that I love. I try to show them that love year-round. I read my scriptures, say my prayers, eat my vegetables and take my vitamins. I love the Lord and he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, finally I'm crying....so all will be well in a few hours. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the science on crying: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20081223/sc_livescience/whysomeofushatetocry"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20081223/sc_livescience/whysomeofushatetocry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 2:30 p.m. I'm feeling much better now. I knew that crying would relieve the stress. I'm wrapping presents and trying to decide how to arrange the den so that the tree can be by the window. I know that my life is very blessed. So I guess the family myth is true. It isn't Christmas 'til Kim cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-5644162018546168893?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5644162018546168893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5644162018546168893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5644162018546168893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5644162018546168893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-stresspression.html' title='Holiday Stresspression'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1333107037535726170</id><published>2008-11-22T08:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:59:10.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Green With Style</title><content type='html'>I recently watched a slide show presentation about how those plastic shopping bags from every place we spend money are polluting our world. It was disturbing to think that only 20 years of them can have such an impact. You can see the slide show here: &lt;a href="http://www.poconorecord.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080506/MULTIMEDIA02/80505016"&gt;http://www.poconorecord.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080506/MULTIMEDIA02/80505016&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SSgq4aJSqdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eSO1WqRJsls/s1600-h/BlackBags1Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271510512416500178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SSgq4aJSqdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eSO1WqRJsls/s320/BlackBags1Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that I could handle making a move to natural fabric shopping bags - all I would have to do is keep them in my car so I had them when I needed them. It turns out that my sister-in-law makes and sells very stylish shopping bags. &lt;a href="http://www.gogreenwithstyle.com/reusable_shopping_bags"&gt;http://www.gogreenwithstyle.com/reusable_shopping_bags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took them with me on my last shopping trip. I had 3 bags that are each purported to hold as much as 6 plastic bags worth of groceries (that's 18 bags worth altogether). Usually, after I shop, Nate and Ben make multiple trips from the car, fingers full of the plastic bags. This time, ALL my groceries (except the cases of water and soda) fit into the 3 shopping bags and 2 paper bags. Nate carried them all in on one trip. (He was very, very happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately went online and purchased another set. (She ships fast, so it arrived in just a couple of days). This time, I purchased one that had a liner for produce/cold goods. I'll let you know how it works out when I shop next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep mine in the car, so when I drop into the drugstore, or Target, or wherever I happen to be shopping, I can grab one and go. It's easy, its stylish, and it makes me feel great to not pollute the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAQs - from people in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they hold so much, aren't they prohibitively heavy? &lt;em&gt;Not at all - I imagine it is a function of physics, but the wide canvas straps distribute the weight very evenly. No more squished fingers from hefting the load on a small fulcrum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You only have a family of 3, what about larger families? &lt;em&gt;I do only have a family of 3, but I only grocery shop once every 3 weeks or so. I imagine you might shop more often. I needed 6 bags to carry what I purchase when I shop. It is a small sacrifice to keep our world beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grocery stores now sell "green bags" for a much cheaper price. &lt;em&gt;I'm not saying you have to purchase from the website, there are many alternatives. I am saying that the quality between the two bags is non-comparable. Those bags in the grocery store are smaller, cheaper in quality, and will need to be replaced much more often. Find a solution that works for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will I do for trash bags/lunch bags/dog-walking bags if I give up the little plastic ones?&lt;em&gt; I ask you...how many of those little plastic ones do you have stored up? I myself have well over a year's supply. Once those are gone, I can get my groceries packed in them as needed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SSgr_jHJasI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eeINIvTgMms/s1600-h/twin+fashion"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271511734594136770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SSgr_jHJasI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eeINIvTgMms/s200/twin+fashion" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will my children wear if we don't have plastic bags? &lt;em&gt;This one is a total joke made by my husband about a past blog from my brother's very funny wife. (Rebie - if you hate it, I'll take it off.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/6188133387274956761-1333107037535726170?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1333107037535726170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1333107037535726170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1333107037535726170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1333107037535726170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/gone-green-with-style.html' title='Gone Green With Style'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SSgq4aJSqdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eSO1WqRJsls/s72-c/BlackBags1Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7738784443147701681</id><published>2008-11-12T21:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:28:51.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Achieving Goals</title><content type='html'>I hate to set goals. I quit contracting to anything structured when I was 12 years old. That was the year that I realized that life never worked out according to plan. I hate to disappoint so I stopped setting goals with timelines. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I realize that I was a little hard on myself...and others - like the YW Personal Progress people and my mom. My literal self is beginning to understand that one can adjust that timeline when obstacles get in the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year has been tough between losing a month of instruction from the hurricane and another 4 days from the apartment closing fiasco.  This week has been particularly frustrating.  When I had taught my heart out and the classes couldn't remember what we learned 2 days ago, I took a deep breath, pulled out my cell phone and looked at the pictorial evidence of the goal we completed yesterday.  That mini-break gave me enough good energy to go again - with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two goals Nate and I set earlier this year was to have a vegetable garden (which we have been eating out of), and a year's supply of food and finances.  We achieved 8 months of food storage AND an organized method of storing it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who remember the laundry room will see the shelves between the fridge and the dryer.  Our next step is to take down those wire shelves that feel like they will fall on your head, and put up a cabinet to store the laundry and cleaning supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk wheat and water storage is located behind our bar - where I used to hide all the junk when company came.  (The wheat is on top of the water bottles in case of flooding.  Hoping that the cans will stay dry.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand now why goal setting can be beneficial.  It not only gives focus to activities and choices, but it can boost you in other ways as well.  The mini-celebration of success can give peace in unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SRuaB46VJqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/66DQUfZklhU/s1600-h/waterwheat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973546387515042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SRuaB46VJqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/66DQUfZklhU/s320/waterwheat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SRuaBmT1QiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KhrImkg6Yww/s1600-h/pantry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973541394203170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SRuaBmT1QiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KhrImkg6Yww/s320/pantry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7738784443147701681?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7738784443147701681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7738784443147701681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7738784443147701681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7738784443147701681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/achieving-goals.html' title='Achieving Goals'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SRuaB46VJqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/66DQUfZklhU/s72-c/waterwheat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1201604854102356211</id><published>2008-10-30T19:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:04:34.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk-or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQpWB0ScYWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KuXGeIDKxNM/s1600-h/PA290818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113703751704930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 613px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQpWB0ScYWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KuXGeIDKxNM/s320/PA290818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year, our ward (church congregation) celebrates Halloween by providing a fun, safe place to dress up and get candy. In order to get adults there in the festive spirit, they ply our competitive natures by offering food and prizes for decorating the car. Not ones to pass up a competition, Nate and I decided that this year was the year - we were going to win that trophy. Nate is great at getting the theme and I'm great at ideas. He is much better at implementing and I am a fabulous nagger. May I present the 2008 "Best Decorated Car" from the Memorial Park Ward Trunk or Treat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQpWtF4EybI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D9a_gqw_wx0/s1600-h/PA290817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114447207319986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQpWtF4EybI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D9a_gqw_wx0/s320/PA290817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQpWs3iw-oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/001qqyPEcZY/s1600-h/PA290816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114443359844994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQpWs3iw-oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/001qqyPEcZY/s320/PA290816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our jackets say "FORENSICS" across the back, and Ben's shirt says POLICE. Our friend who is an arson investigator donated some evidence bags and we came up with the rest. The CD player played "The Who" songs which are the theme music from all 3 CSIs. Nate and I fingerprinted suspects in between offering candy body parts out of the evidence bags to the little trick-or-treaters. (We had some back-up candy for the squeamish ones". 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Nate and Ben seem resigned to the fact that they have to go spend 24 hours camping, eating smuggled junk food, hanging with other guys and communicating in grunts (or whatever it is they do at scouts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand can hardly wait for them to leave so that I can have the whole house to myself and enjoy complete and total silence for 24 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRYEqIW8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KW8RHI4V1xQ/s1600-h/ATT00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261279001196387266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRYEqIW8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KW8RHI4V1xQ/s320/ATT00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben practiced his lashing at the past few scout meetings.  Lashing is not his favorite pastime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just after Nate and Ben left, I cleaned the kitchen and the fridge and then tried to go grocery shopping.  But the Jeep wouldn't start.  So I stayed home.  It was great!  I slept for 10 hours, read a book, watched the OSU football game, and relaxed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261278998216580642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s320/cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evidently all the scouts and their leaders got a symphony of Nate's snoring.  I'll bet they think I'm a saint.  ;-)  Just kidding, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben got up to cook breakfast early this morning.  Temperatures were in the low 50's - cold weather for Houstonians.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scouts spent time showing off their skills.  They had to lash together sticks to make a tower.  I don't have a picture of the final product, but I do know that Ben appreciated the help he got from the other troops he spent time with in summer camp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone made it home safe and sunburned, and my house is noisy again.  (but I'm much more patient since I had a break).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRYKxxv1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/VReRn_Ahb1M/s1600-h/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261279002839072594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRYKxxv1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/VReRn_Ahb1M/s320/morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRXoR1ybI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VebNQa0CD3I/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261278993578314162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRXoR1ybI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VebNQa0CD3I/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRX5jsHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EmkB2l47nEs/s1600-h/cold.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/6188133387274956761-418044440829553406?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/418044440829553406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=418044440829553406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/418044440829553406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/418044440829553406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/camporee.html' title='Camporee'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SQPRYEqIW8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KW8RHI4V1xQ/s72-c/ATT00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8488488645114309138</id><published>2008-10-13T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:53:23.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPPdmJmH7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5jGonqHf14Y/s1600-h/ATT00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPPdmrPaZhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/f7papdxoyaI/s1600-h/ATT00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256788846583637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPPdmrPaZhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/f7papdxoyaI/s320/ATT00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was going to make this an educational blog entry, but the Harvest Moon actually occurred in September. Tonight's full moon will be the Hunter's Moon - not the theme here. Below you can see our first harvest from our garden. Nate said the squirrels were eyeing our garden, so he went out to check and found that we have green beans! As you can see above, our radishes and lettuce are doing nicely too. The carrots are covered by the bush beans and may not make it. We planted 3 squares of broccoli today. It should be ready around Thanksgiving or a little later. Gardening in Houston does work! Just the timing is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256788845179584354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPPdmmAqP2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CFq7uVFY4fg/s320/ATT00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8488488645114309138?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8488488645114309138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8488488645114309138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8488488645114309138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8488488645114309138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/harvest-moon.html' title='Harvest Moon'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPPdmrPaZhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/f7papdxoyaI/s72-c/ATT00036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5849209436039149006</id><published>2008-10-11T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:58:30.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPEthcevSsI/AAAAAAAAAII/Fbs6nPwdZr4/s1600-h/high+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256032292722133698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPEthcevSsI/AAAAAAAAAII/Fbs6nPwdZr4/s320/high+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to believe that a month has passed since we were visited by Ike. The debris is slowly being hauled away from the neighborhoods. Most of the traffic lights are functional, and life is much more normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove out to High Island today hoping that the salt domes had eroded and fossils would be laying there waiting to be picked up. The good news is that the salt domes have eroded, bad news is that the beach eroded first. Now when you drive at low tide, the ocean is only about 15 feet away from the road - even with the salt dome. No beach to walk along to search the bottom edge of the domes.  Debris is everywhere - pieces of houses, shoes, furniture, trash, and just stuff.  Many of the people out on this first weekend of the road being open were scavenging.  One family looked as if they were looking for their own belongings.  We drove out about 2-3 miles through very rough, gullied salt dome and road.  It wasn't pretty.  As we drove south on 124, the electric poles were snapped between 6-10 feet up nearly the whole way from I-10.  The damage was so extensive, that the electric companies were replacing the poles on the opposite side of the road.  I hope they'll go back and clean up the old wires and poles since it's a huge mess.  We'll come back in December when the crowds are gone and maybe some sand has washed back up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben has been very busy with school back in session.  His grades remain good (except math) and he is praised often for his natural talent on the French Horn by his band director.  He achieved his first class rank in scouts and 7 merit badges.  He has had a few service hours through scouts as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate is very busy at work with tons of hurricane guns to restore as well as the busy season work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim is off the crutches and slowing weaning away from the boot.  I can't believe how weak my leg has become.  I feel like I have noodle knees when I spend a little time in a regular shoe.  The conference in Nashville was very informative and I enjoyed the area.  My coworkers and I spent one night in downtown.  I especially enjoyed the live bands.  Then we spent another evening exploring the Gaylord Opryland - very cool.  &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/6188133387274956761-5849209436039149006?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5849209436039149006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5849209436039149006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5849209436039149006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5849209436039149006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-lately.html' title='Life lately...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SPEthcevSsI/AAAAAAAAAII/Fbs6nPwdZr4/s72-c/high+island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3772142169601902900</id><published>2008-09-23T15:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:29:41.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in my state of mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SNlRqJEKSTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2aJ4gRPoadc/s1600-h/state-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249316625106749746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SNlRqJEKSTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2aJ4gRPoadc/s320/state-map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evidently, because I am currently a Texan, I am agreeable, conscientious, extroverted and open to new ideas. I'm also a middle of the road neurotic. I'm not sure that my geographical location really influences my psyche this much, but it is interesting that I lived the longest in states that mirror these scores - Oklahoma and Missouri. I didn't stay long in Oregon - maybe it was not neurotic enough, or too open? Whatever I think, the research begs to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see your state of mind at the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122211987961064719.html?mod=yhoofront#project%3DPERSONALITY08"&gt;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122211987961064719.html?mod=yhoofront#project%3DPERSONALITY08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors note: Don't get used to this many blog entries. Once I get my life back you'll be lucky to hear from me once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3772142169601902900?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3772142169601902900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3772142169601902900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3772142169601902900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3772142169601902900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-in-my-state-of-mind.html' title='It&apos;s in my state of mind.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SNlRqJEKSTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2aJ4gRPoadc/s72-c/state-map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-2948151451589388396</id><published>2008-09-23T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:42:03.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things about Kim</title><content type='html'>I was tagged awhile back by Rebecca, but then Ike hit and it fell by the wayside.  I find the 8 things much easier than the original tag, so I think I'll complete this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV SHOWS I like to watch:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not big on watching TV.  That said, I hate to miss: &lt;br /&gt;1.  Bones&lt;br /&gt;2.  Boston Legal&lt;br /&gt;3.  24&lt;br /&gt;4.  Oklahoma State basketball&lt;br /&gt;If I am stuck at home with nothing else to do, then I'll watch: &lt;br /&gt;5.  old movies &lt;br /&gt;6.  PBS&lt;br /&gt;7.  HGTV&lt;br /&gt;8.  The Weather Channel (I know...but I got hooked during college when I had to watch it for a meteorology course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Shiva's (indian)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Chuy's (tex-mex)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Niko Niko (greek)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cavatore (italian)&lt;br /&gt;5.   Cafe Rita (Middle Eastern)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mission Burrito&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Red Lion Pub (british)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Pappa's BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that happened in the past 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;1.  Ben's friend Walt came over and drove me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;2.  We had chicken pesto pasta with homemade bread for supper. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Nate's friend John dropped off a load of firewood for winter (one good thing about Ike!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I defended my decision to NOT have Walt spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I watched the final season premiere of Boston Legal. &lt;br /&gt;6.  I read 3 chapters of Stiff.  And 2 chapters of Annals of the Former World.  (When, oh, when will the library reopen?)&lt;br /&gt;7.  I went to school to see how much damage my classroom sustained.  (Not much thanks to a fabulous custodial staff who dried up the 9 inches of water in my room.  We'll see more when the electric is restored - hopefully by Friday).&lt;br /&gt;8.    I observed the growth of my bean plants (11 inches!) the recent sprouting of the lettuce and radishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Getting back to school&lt;br /&gt;2.  Trip to NSTA (i hope!).&lt;br /&gt;3.  OSU Basketball season - is the new coach any good?&lt;br /&gt;4.  A working foot. &lt;br /&gt;5.  SUMMER - I need a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hosting another Catan night&lt;br /&gt;7.  Our next family fun day&lt;br /&gt;8.  Thursday - Ben goes back to school and I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I love about fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  In other places, the leaves turn colors. &lt;br /&gt;2.  In Houston, the temperatures begin to break out of the 90s. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Basketball season begins.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Our garden grows.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hurricane season ends November 1.&lt;br /&gt;6.  We begin to enjoy spending time outside.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Earth science rotation begins and I get to play with dirt and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;8.  The hummingbirds and monarchs make their way our direction during their migrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I worry about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  That I am not a good:  mom, wife, servant of Christ, teacher, daughter, sister, friend.&lt;br /&gt;2.  That the little pieces of my DNA that go down the drain are morphing into weird things down in the sewer system.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My foot will never heal and I will never get back to my normal range of activities.&lt;br /&gt;4.  City living is killing my senses and soul.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Our society is headed for destruction because of people's greed and lack of ethics.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Cockroaches are secretly living in my house.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ben will grow up and still live at home with his only ambition to beat every video game ever made.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'm really mentally handicapped and people are just being nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A home in West Yellowstone, Montana&lt;br /&gt;2.  A trip to see the northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;3.  No arthritis &amp;amp; a healed foot.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Remodeling projects completed.&lt;br /&gt;5.  A 4 day work week.&lt;br /&gt;6.  A dog&lt;br /&gt;7.  A camper trailer&lt;br /&gt;8.  80% of my students pass the science TAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Blessings I currently enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wonderful husband, Nate.  He is patient, kind, a good cook, a hard worker, and fun to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A fabulous son, Ben.  He is caring, helpful, generous, funny, and makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;3.  No major damage or sacrifices from Hurricane Ike. &lt;br /&gt;4.  Good friends and family who care about me and like me despite my quirks.&lt;br /&gt;5.  To work in a job that I love and with people I like.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I know that Christ is my Savior and I have the freedom to worship.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have a home and the means necessary to live a life of comfort that allows me to help others.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I live in America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-2948151451589388396?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2948151451589388396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=2948151451589388396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2948151451589388396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2948151451589388396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-things-about-kim.html' title='8 Things about Kim'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6603993597362776660</id><published>2008-09-21T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:01:44.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>72 hour kits, dependencies, and other musings.</title><content type='html'>It was great to come home from church and see green blinking lights that indicated our internet and cable were back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my dependency on the internet a little disturbing. We don't get the newpaper because I'm allergic to newspapers and get really bad breakouts from touching them. Therefore, I read all my news online. I also rely on the internet for all bill-paying and banking. As well as phone numbers, maps and other information and a great deal of shopping and researching. Don't forget communicating. So when our link was out all week, I would call my parents in Utah and ask for them to go online and inform me of whatever pressing need I had. Like the football game scores and the school website to see if I need to be at work on Monday. Do I have enough money in my account to buy gas, and oh, yeah, I can't find the phone number for my VTeachee - could you go online and find it? Dad would offer to e-mail me whatever I needed and then just madly chuckle when I would explode "but I don't have e-mail right now!" I'm sure they were tired of hearing from me. I thank them for their time and assistance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our civic, church and government leaders have been counseling us for years to put together 72 hour kits to be prepared to support ourselves in time of emergency like Ike. We even received a hurricane preparedness pamphlet from the city government about 10 days before Ike hit. Don't people listen? don't they read? Don't they watch the news? I was understandably quite irate at all the people I heard complaining on tv and radio about not having water or food for the first few days while FEMA was getting situated. Perhaps we had better create a cartoon on Cartoon Network about prepping for hurricane season! We went to Lowe's to pick up some stakes to try to save some of my plants, and people would run in, scan the battery display, and run out saying..."no batteries...what are we going to do?" I felt sorrow for the suffering of these people that was avoidable - IF they had followed the direction of their leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my judgements in mind, Nate and I sat down and evaluated our 72 hour kits to see what changes need to be made. We had good water supplies, adequate food supplies, and ready cash reserves. I discovered that although we did not suffer any tragedy, just going through the hurricane experience was trying and I mentally had a hard time planning a simple meal. So MREs might be a nice thing to have. We definitely need to add cranked radios and flashlights to our kits. We had radios, flashlights, and batteries, but we hadn't updated them since we arrived in Houston 10 years ago and the batteries had leaked and ruined several things. We should also add some bungee cords and parachute cord. A generator would be nice to keep the freezer cold and be able to charge our electronic communication equipment (phones, laptops, etc.). We also should add some rain gear in case of having to leave our house for some reason.  Oh, and a couple of big rakes and a supply of yard bags for cleanup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were grading our preparedness I would give us an A-.  We had the basic things needed to get by, and the things we didn't have no one person could provide. As we get slowly back to normal, I hope people everywhere learned a lesson in self-reliance and being prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6603993597362776660?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6603993597362776660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6603993597362776660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6603993597362776660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6603993597362776660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/72-hour-kits-dependencies-and-other.html' title='72 hour kits, dependencies, and other musings.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-8386936733208670394</id><published>2008-09-19T11:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:33:20.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtually Stranded</title><content type='html'>Early Monday morning, our cable &amp;amp; internet went out. We still have power, we still have water, we are still safe and still very, very blessed. But we are BORED! I had to call my parents in Utah to ask if there was a life outside of Houston and they informed me of the instability in Bolivia, the serial killer in Utah that looks like Sean Penn, and the stock market "crash"and of the many financial companies declaring bankruptcy or in dire straits. (sp? is that the band or the real way to spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;I commented that I was glad I wasn't a stock market accountant anymore - teaching is a much more stable position these days. Although I'm beginning to wonder about that. We have not yet returned to school and only 1/3rd of schools have power as of this morning. I heard a rumor that there will be no school on Monday either. I'll either be losing a paycheck or teaching all summer long to make up the days. I'd rather lose the money, but state law requires a certain number of days. It's going to be a long year.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that my sister Heather has her power back and so I am able to get online a little.&lt;br /&gt;Ben's court of honor was postponed, as is the merit badge fair on Saturday. No church activities, no school activities, and the library isn't open. Ben and some of the other kids at church volunteered at the Food Bank on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Many businesses are opening back up if they have power or generators. Getting gas is still a struggle with mile-long lines for the stations that have power. McDonald's, tree services, and lawn crews are in high cotton this week. Most intersections are a four-way stop and now that traffic numbers are approaching normal, it takes about 20 minutes to get through one intersection.&lt;br /&gt;We hope all is well with you and your family. If you need to reach us, call our cell phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8386936733208670394?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8386936733208670394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8386936733208670394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8386936733208670394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8386936733208670394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/stranded.html' title='Virtually Stranded'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3685708505812745318</id><published>2008-09-14T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:58:51.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday aftermath</title><content type='html'>We are so fortunate to have power. My sister who lives 4 blocks away doesn't. She and some friends from church spent the night in our cold air last night. There were 2 huge water main breaks which we think is leading to our very low water pressure problem.   The link that follows shows all the outage areas in red.  &lt;a href="http://www.centerpointenergy.com/staticfiles/CNP/Common/SiteAssets/doc/Ike%20outage%20map_9.14_noon.pdf"&gt;http://www.centerpointenergy.com/staticfiles/CNP/Common/SiteAssets/doc/Ike%20outage%20map_9.14_noon.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5:30 this morning we had some big thunderstorms roll through. We got 5 inches of rain between 5:30 and 8 this morning. Our street was flooded sidewalk to sidewalk. When our friends left to return home, they came back because the water was splashing up through the floorboards of their SUV. All the work we did yesterday has washed back onto the driveway and street. Once it stops raining, we'll get started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been totally amazed by the news video of our area. Without cable or power, we could only appreciate what we could see around us and now we are more humbled and grateful for the protection we enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3685708505812745318?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3685708505812745318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3685708505812745318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3685708505812745318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3685708505812745318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-aftermath.html' title='Sunday aftermath'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6340320587534043893</id><published>2008-09-13T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:18:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The rain and wind lasted until around 1 p.m. We got outside and started to clean up. (Yes, I mostly sat and watched everyone - dumb foot). All the neighbors were out and most of them had big limbs down as well.  Mr. Jerry's pecan tree (next to our garage) was snapped into little pieces.  A tree fell on some cars down the street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and Nate started piling up all the branches and shredded leaves for the trucks to start picking up next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 3:00, there was a huge explosion and then a woman came flying out into the street yelling "We have lights!" Sure enough, the power was back on. But no internet or cable service yet. And the water pressure is still very, very low. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:00, we headed over to Heather's to check on her and some other ward members. As we turned the corner, I could not believe my eyes. Earlier, Mr. Jerry had commented that "God must like you better than he likes us." I didn't have any idea what he was talking about, but now I could see what he meant. All streets around our block were totally trashed. The new townhouses had big holes in the sides. Roofs had come off, fences were down, it looked like a hurricane had been through (go figure).  Nearly every block had a tree that came down on cars and houses.  Trees were across the roads and we found it quite difficult to drive the 4 blocks to Heather's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw68L5WdnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oWKI5qWKkxs/s1600-h/ATT00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245632471639684722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw68L5WdnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oWKI5qWKkxs/s320/ATT00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather was outside cleaning up.  One of her pine trees lost its top.  I could not believe the destruction I saw in her neighborhood and mine.  Compared to that, we did look blessed by God.  Thanks for all of your prayers - they worked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church has been cancelled for tomorrow.  We will spend the day cleaning up the backyard and helping neighbors.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been cancelled for Monday as well. &lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-6340320587534043893?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6340320587534043893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6340320587534043893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6340320587534043893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6340320587534043893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/neighborhood-news.html' title='Neighborhood News'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw68L5WdnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oWKI5qWKkxs/s72-c/ATT00101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1445026024777548474</id><published>2008-09-13T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:37:28.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the power went out...</title><content type='html'>Please disregard the spookiness of all previous posts. They don't hold a candle to what happened after the storm really hit.  I'm not sure I can even explain what it feels like to know that you are totally isolated from the outside world and that you have no control over your life.  I guess storms like this really test whether you trust the Lord or not.  I think I mostly do - or else I wouldn't have slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost power just before midnight. We all bedded down in the living room because that is the room that is safest from falling trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 2:30 when something hit the roof and side of the house. As I peered outside the wind was really blowing and making the trees dance. The rain was coming down in sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:00 I woke again because I kept hearing dripping. The wind was unlike anything I've ever heard - different than the straight-line winds and tornados we used to have in Oklahoma. As I looked at the trees, the tops seemed to be swirling around and around. The dripping was from water being blown horizontally against the north side of the house. All the windows, doors and vents were leaking water. I placed towels against all areas of weakness and tried to sleep through all the cracks and thumps and wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke again at 6:30 and it was still going strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we awoke at 7:50, this is what we saw: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3IZXu5yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LnLaZw-pUck/s1600-h/ATT00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245628283368695586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3IZXu5yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LnLaZw-pUck/s320/ATT00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3Jo_gq5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Wy_23DB3R-s/s1600-h/ATT00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245628304741936018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3Jo_gq5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Wy_23DB3R-s/s320/ATT00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lots of plant debris, lots of downed limbs, and my poor be&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3J0IykZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c7iB18rhTb4/s1600-h/ATT00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245628307733647762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3J0IykZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c7iB18rhTb4/s320/ATT00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an plants were shredded. My garden plants were mostly uprooted and the trellis on the corner is lying flat - bent over at ground level. The house to the east had 5-6 HUGE branches down. We'll have to get the chainsaw out for those. It was still raining and blowing so we ate breakfast and turned on the radio to hear the news. Evidently 4 million are without power and one of 3 pumping stations is out so water pressure is minimal. Reports indicate that full functionality may take 4 weeks. But we are safe and our home and vehicles were not damaged, so we feel very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1445026024777548474?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1445026024777548474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1445026024777548474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1445026024777548474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1445026024777548474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-power-went-out.html' title='After the power went out...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMw3IZXu5yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LnLaZw-pUck/s72-c/ATT00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1158776086135897695</id><published>2008-09-12T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:42:35.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMwzwbA-4RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tSKunrdd_1E/s1600-h/ATT00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245624572958400786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMwzwbA-4RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tSKunrdd_1E/s320/ATT00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind is crazy. It gusts and then just stops. We can hear things blowing down the street - grills, plant pots, branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports are that the southern half of Houston is experiencing power outages so I expect we've only got a little while til we are in the dark too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect that by noon tomorrow it will all be off to the north. Power may not be restored for up to 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that the storm surge will not affect the drainage for our area of town. So possibly no flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1158776086135897695?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1158776086135897695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1158776086135897695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1158776086135897695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1158776086135897695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/1011.html' title='10:11'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMwzwbA-4RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tSKunrdd_1E/s72-c/ATT00088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7273205208825920365</id><published>2008-09-12T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:41:07.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9:30</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last half hour outside trying to get pictures of the storm, but there just isn't enough light to make anything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds are upwards of 40 mph and gusting to 50.  The 100 ft. pines are swaying and something just fell down on my neighbors roof.  Still no rain.  But it's coming along with double the winds.  I don't think I'll be sleeping much tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7273205208825920365?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7273205208825920365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7273205208825920365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7273205208825920365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7273205208825920365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/930.html' title='9:30'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-6637618319494259358</id><published>2008-09-12T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:51:58.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8:00</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SM2HZG-d2WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tnXE4KE4oF8/s1600-h/ktrk_091208_viewer48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245998006395591010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SM2HZG-d2WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tnXE4KE4oF8/s320/ktrk_091208_viewer48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sunset was absolutely gorgeous. All dark purple clouds and orange light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dark now. The streetlights did not come on. I wonder if the power company turned them off. The wind is moaning around the eaves. Things are starting to go bump out in the night. Our lights are flickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could write a mystery novel with that opening. I don't mean to sound sinister - but it is kind of creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go have some birthday cake (thanks, Heather!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6637618319494259358?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6637618319494259358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6637618319494259358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6637618319494259358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6637618319494259358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/800.html' title='8:00'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SM2HZG-d2WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tnXE4KE4oF8/s72-c/ktrk_091208_viewer48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-4952180631290005104</id><published>2008-09-12T18:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:23:03.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7:00 light fading, winds strong, Ike on the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMsGT9ty5-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Uy4tqQdZ4Fo/s1600-h/7ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245293131056998370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMsGT9ty5-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Uy4tqQdZ4Fo/s320/7ike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMsGUKFNH1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Unr1tNl59zU/s1600-h/ike+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245293134376410962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMsGUKFNH1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Unr1tNl59zU/s320/ike+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind is very gusty. Still no rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been laughing at the squirrels that are running across the roof of Mr. Jerry's house (one on the top). Usually they run and then jump over the corner where the 2 sides of the house come together. Today when they tried it, the wind blew them off the roof. So now they run full out to the corner and then just drop spreadeagle flat on the corner and kind of scritch across on their fingernails. Glad they are having a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recent reports are that Ike is a category 2 with the storm surge of a category 4. Water is expected to cover parts of I-10 which is 50 miles from the coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tune in at 9ish to see what happens next. I'll keep posting every couple of hours until the power goes out &amp;amp; I lose my internet connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-4952180631290005104?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4952180631290005104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=4952180631290005104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4952180631290005104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4952180631290005104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/700-light-fading-winds-strong-ike-on.html' title='7:00 light fading, winds strong, Ike on the way.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMsGT9ty5-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Uy4tqQdZ4Fo/s72-c/7ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-2496085840830737725</id><published>2008-09-12T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:20:27.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike at Five.  Wind is picking up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMrqZC8tJvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HA35q4PkB-A/s1600-h/5+ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245262432035481330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMrqZC8tJvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HA35q4PkB-A/s320/5+ike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the people in our neighborhood that boarded up their windows are now sitting outside on their porches. Maybe because its dark inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind is picking up and the squirrels have started a full frontal assault on our home. They climb on the back of our bench and peer in the den window. Then they jump on the window and scrabble at it until gravity drops them to the ground. The snakes are rather anxious as well and testing their cage tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Community leaders are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visibly&lt;/span&gt; and vocally concerned and that worries me some.  When our mayor asked us to pray to whichever God we worshipped in whichever language we use for divine assistance, it caught my attention.  They told us it was safe to stay, and I wonder if they are having second thoughts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-2496085840830737725?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2496085840830737725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=2496085840830737725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2496085840830737725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2496085840830737725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-at-five-wind-is-picking-up.html' title='Ike at Five.  Wind is picking up.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMrqZC8tJvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HA35q4PkB-A/s72-c/5+ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6068819044229071149</id><published>2008-09-12T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:37:14.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations at 3:00</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMrSbbbv1qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zgjwQyZewds/s1600-h/ben+ike+prep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245236084688803490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMrSbbbv1qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zgjwQyZewds/s320/ben+ike+prep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben is ready with his rain gear, water supply and chainsaw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a tree next to our driveway that the squirrels nest in.  One squirrel is in his hole with his head sticking out calling and calling mournfully.  Kinda creepy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hummingbirds and songbirds that were flooding our yard this morning have flown away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still overcast and a little breezy, but no rain yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6068819044229071149?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6068819044229071149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6068819044229071149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6068819044229071149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6068819044229071149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/observations-at-300.html' title='Observations at 3:00'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMrSbbbv1qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zgjwQyZewds/s72-c/ben+ike+prep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8945601313431535425</id><published>2008-09-12T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:40:20.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IKE  1:00 P.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMq1wnafNXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7cXIvk6bSKc/s1600-h/1+pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245204562844792178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMq1wnafNXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7cXIvk6bSKc/s320/1+pm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clouds are getting more ominous.  We have been having wind gusts about 25 mph and then complete stillness for 30 minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no ice to be found in our area.  We decided maybe we should pick up a couple of bags and drove over to the store.  People are panicky - the store shelves are bare for items like bread, canned chili, bottled water and ice.  The liquor stores have lines snaking out the doors.  I haven't seen drivers with that glazed expression since the opening weekend of deer season.  It's more risky to be on the road right now than home watching the storm blow in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparations in our neighborhood range from bringing in planters and furniture by the people who have lived here since 1955 to asterisk-shaped taping of windows by people who have lived here since 1995, to boarding windows by people who have lived here since 2005, to a family on the next block who ordered a U-Haul and are in the process of loading up all their belongings.  They were relocated here by Katrina.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8945601313431535425?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8945601313431535425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8945601313431535425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8945601313431535425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8945601313431535425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-100-pm.html' title='IKE  1:00 P.M.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMq1wnafNXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7cXIvk6bSKc/s72-c/1+pm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6821397061543377670</id><published>2008-09-12T11:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:20:51.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>As one of my friends so nicely explained: Mother Nature wasn't sure what to give a science teacher for her 40th birthday... maybe a hurricane? Welcome Hurricane Ike. Ike has already made it possible for me to have the day off (that's a nice gift!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting the urge to drive down to the coast to see the waves and high tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what you may be hearing, our officials have asked us to shelter in place. The dire, life-or-death warnings are intended for Galveston Island which has been under a mandatory evacuation order since Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expect to get winds of 70 mph during the night tonight or early on Saturday morning. Structural damage does not occur until winds reach 95 mph. We will have some tree damage and although we only have 1 tree, our neighbors have lots of big ones. Our biggest concern will be power outages (no ac) and torrential rains causing flooding. Our home sits in a relatively high area, so we should be dry, but may not be able to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking back and I'll post pix so you can see the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 a.m. September 12, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wind yet and just some very high, thin clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMqTzv6HTiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4m9KHcusRgI/s1600-h/ike+9am+9-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245167233269190178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMqTzv6HTiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4m9KHcusRgI/s320/ike+9am+9-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are picking up things that might get caught in the wind and blow around. Patio furniture, planters, etc. in the garage. Firewood tarped down. Basketball goal laying down. I'm worried about my beans. they are 12" tall and may get stripped by the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6821397061543377670?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6821397061543377670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6821397061543377670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6821397061543377670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6821397061543377670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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/_0UcMUNF7otc/SMqTzv6HTiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4m9KHcusRgI/s72-c/ike+9am+9-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7312637044883004089</id><published>2008-09-06T10:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:48:19.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to world....you have to be direct - I don't take hints.</title><content type='html'>That doesn't indicate that you have to be mean - just plain speaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the doctor yesterday with high hopes he would let me out of the cast.  I'm not sure why I had hopes for that since my foot has been swollen and very painful for the past few days.  He was concerned that I was still having so much pain and wanted me to consider getting a bone scan that would pinpoint where the injury was:  bone, ligament or joint.  The scan cost $1200 and the treatment for all 3 is the same:  5 more weeks in the boot.  I politely turned him down and asked him what he meant when he said "take it easy".  He gave me a funny look and said that meant only be on your feet 10 minutes out of every hour.  AHHH....there's the problem....I thought taking it easy was to elevate your foot for 10 minutes every hour.  I'm sure many of you are rolling your eyes and shaking your head, but for me that IS taking it easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears of frustration, I drove to work with the boot, crutches, and a strong anti-inflammatory.  I didn't want to take 4 weeks off at this point and my principal agreed.  So starting on Monday, I will set up the lab and be there, but the classroom teachers will be teaching.  I am going to be soooo bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been the sweetest about it.  "Ms. Ottosen!  Why are you on crutches?  Why do you still have the cast?"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "Well, I didn't follow directions so now I'm in time-out."&lt;br /&gt;kids, after some thought.  "I'm sorry about your leg". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me walking around without my crutches, kindly ask me where they are.  I'm getting older now and tend to forget things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7312637044883004089?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7312637044883004089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7312637044883004089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7312637044883004089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7312637044883004089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/note-to-worldyou-have-to-be-direct-i.html' title='Note to world....you have to be direct - I don&apos;t take hints.'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7903596633815231052</id><published>2008-08-31T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:45:28.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The green beans are growing!</title><content type='html'>We are breathing a sigh of relief (or disappointment that school won't be canceled) that Hurricane Gustav is not headed for Houston.  We are already experiencing floods of people from Lousiana.  I hope that they all find safe haven and keep their crimes to themself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting news is that our garden is sprouting!  We have 3 green bean plants up (out of 8) and it's only been 5 days.  We won't plant anything else until the end of September if the temperatures get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is still baking bread and brought home more supplies from our canning date on Saturday.  He and Ben worked really hard and ran into Becky Clarke from Tulsa/PA years.  Nate says that work is picking up and so he won't have time to build projects for himself until next spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my first week at school.  When the principal told the teachers that they were THE science teacher and I was just support and enrichment it took alot of the pressure off.  The children are all very happy to be back and have had excellent behavior.  The work last year with the 4th graders has paid off a little.  Their knowledge level is still low, but the spark of interest has ignited, so we'll be able to work with them much better this year.  I started wearing a shoe in earnest yesterday, and my foot seems pretty good, but my ankle and knee are weak and stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben had "my best day ever" on Friday.  He got his schedule change from Spanish to German and it caused him to repeat his math and English classes, so he got to read a book for 3 straight hours.  Then he was able to see some fancy thing at the Warhammer shop.  He is very excited about playing the French Horn in band and mostly about the band lockin at the local game center.  He has achieved his First Class rank in scouts and will recieve the award in 2 weeks.  He is excited to see our garden grow and is s  l  o  w  l  y  getting his room clean.  He rides the bus with a girl from our ward, but the bus route is different so he doesn't get to ride with his good friend, Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life continues at its normal school-year crazy pace with multiple places to be at the same time.  I'll try and post another update after my dr appt on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7903596633815231052?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7903596633815231052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7903596633815231052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7903596633815231052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7903596633815231052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/green-beans-are-growing.html' title='The green beans are growing!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-1049740518855220157</id><published>2008-08-23T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:10:59.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August Update</title><content type='html'>Nate ordered our wheat grinder and bread maker and has been baking whole wheat bread like crazy!  He's an excellent baker and we are enjoying the wheat we ordered for our food storage.  In fact, we may need to order another case before December.  He was thrilled when his long-time customer, Glen Eller won the gold in double trap and was disappointed when another customer, Chilly (nickname) from India came in 15th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden is still not planted.  The heavy rains and high temps have made poor planting conditions.  We plan to try for FHE on the 25th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started back to work on August 11th.  I gave my first full day professional development workshop and it went really well.  I was exhausted by the time it was over, though.  I returned for my follow-up appt with the orthopedic doc on the 15th.  The new x-rays showed another break perpendicular to the single fracture that had been hidden by the swelling.  The doc says that I can start to wear a stiff, lace-up shoe at home, but my boot if I'm going out.  Unfortunately, everytime I wear the shoe, my foot swells up and hurts.  I think I'm never going to get back to normal.  Especially now that I'm on my feet all day at work - I'm trying to elevate it, but teaching science is not a sedentary job.  Another follow-up is scheduled for Sept. 5th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben spent a week at Camp Eagle in Sugar Land.  He had a great time.  We dropped him off in the midst of TS Eduard, and picked him up 5 days later mosquito-bitten, sunburned, and with a bad cold.  They did 2 service projects, 5 merit badges, went water-skiing, and inner-tubing behind a fancy motorboat, visited the Channel 11 studios with the stake president (he's some BYU football alum).  All the boys were in a group shot on the 6:00 news, but they did a close-up on my handsome boy.  Since I've been back to work he has been extremely bored.  Ben says he's not ready to go back to school, but I think he's secretly glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1049740518855220157?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1049740518855220157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1049740518855220157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1049740518855220157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1049740518855220157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-update.html' title='August Update'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-6286742140494197965</id><published>2008-08-02T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:28:20.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing our Garden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJUTpKSBiCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D2QdZOngN-U/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230108140116215842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJUTpKSBiCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D2QdZOngN-U/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been planning our "square foot garden" for months now. I read the book, &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJUUkFCheFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jBgPJwZ6CCg/s1600-h/FrontCovershada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230109152321304658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJUUkFCheFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jBgPJwZ6CCg/s320/FrontCovershada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;researched the climate, found sources for soil and seed varieties, ordered the "grow bed", saved cardboard boxes, and waited and waited.  I waited for August when our fall/winter growing season begins.  I waited until my foot was strong enough to go to all the places to have soils loaded into my truck.  I waited until Ben and Nate were available and willing to do the labor.  Today we went to "the" source - Southwest Fertilizer, and picked up our components for Mel's Mix.  I wasn't real sure about how important this soil would be, but this is Houston - CLAY is all we've got around here.  We picked out our seeds and came home to start the garden.  I laid out flattened cardboard boxes as a barrier between the bermuda grass and the garden, watered it real good, and built the bed.  Meanwhile, Nate &amp;amp; Ben were dumping an even mix of sheep &amp;amp; peat compost, vermiculite, and peat moss on a tarp and mixing it.  Then the boys shoveled it into the bed, and I watered it in.  This soil is amazing!  (Don't laugh if you come from places with real dirt - but this stuff doesn't glob onto your hand when its wet, and it stays loose and finger-workable even when it is sun-baked.  It is a whole new experience for me!)  Unfortunately, we weren't able to plant any seeds yet...I get to wait some more.  Wait until the temperature gets out of the 100's and down to the mid-90's.  Wait until the squirrel-proof cover is no longer on back-order.  Wait for the seeds to sprout.  I sure hope that good things come to Ottosens who wait!&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/6188133387274956761-6286742140494197965?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6286742140494197965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6286742140494197965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6286742140494197965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6286742140494197965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/announcing-our-garden.html' title='Announcing our Garden!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJUTpKSBiCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D2QdZOngN-U/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-4341962966834846509</id><published>2008-07-31T11:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:01:50.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock N Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJHunRNU0pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vZdNXzaOdAk/s1600-h/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229223000755458706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJHunRNU0pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vZdNXzaOdAk/s320/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJHtRhLWHHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1Nf48FJCBGE/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben enjoyed his first rock concert. He thought it was "Awesome, man!" We saw Foreigner and Bryan Adams.  Both groups were great but Foreigner gave a better show. It's been a long, long time since I was at a concert.....like since college. Things are a lot calmer than I remember them being. Not that I'm complaining, but I've been trying to figure out a good reason besides the fact that we've all gotten old.  Here's the list:  1.  It was hot - temps in the 90's, but the humidity wasn't too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  It was outside and began in the daylight.  3. Beer was available, but smoking was not allowed.  4.  Most of the concertgoers were in their 40's and had brought their children.  5.  Ticket prices are so high that no one wanted to waste the experience.  Whatever the reason, we all had a great time singing the old songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-4341962966834846509?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4341962966834846509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=4341962966834846509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4341962966834846509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4341962966834846509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-n-roll.html' title='Rock N Roll'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJHunRNU0pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vZdNXzaOdAk/s72-c/020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5197846904270938910</id><published>2008-07-21T13:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:20:44.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help less...</title><content type='html'>Heather is my VT companion, and as she left town for the rest of summer she informed me that she was leaving me in care of our friends.  So, what happens?  I get grounded by this boot, one sister decides to move at the end of the month and needs a ride to the airport, the other sister is having surgery and needs a ride to and from the hospital, and the last sister just needs to know that someone cares.  AND I CANT DRIVE!  I feel very helpless with a focus on the less part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really not as depressed as I sound.  Nate took me shopping for some school clothes on Saturday and out for dinner on Friday.  Church was a great outing on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's friends have been keeping him busy and I'm learning to look past the mess of the house and feel good about the few things I can keep up on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can do:  dishes, laundry, family history, read, send in my food storage order, shop online, and mentally organize what projects come first when I am mobile and then change my mind incessantly.  I get to be beaten by Ben in board games, get the play-by-play of whatever he is doing and be available for both Ben &amp;amp; Nate's conversations.  Take naps, lazy around, and smell the flowers.  Watch cloud formations out the window, listen to the birds chirp and notice how the light changes the paint tone during the course of a day.  Second-guess my decision to stay at my school another year, worry about the upcoming year, and learn how Windows Vista works.  Plan actiivity days for next year, practice my presentation, help Ben prepare the lesson for YM on Sunday, make supper, sort out those pesky boxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-5197846904270938910?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5197846904270938910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5197846904270938910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5197846904270938910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5197846904270938910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-less.html' title='Help less...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8429150207065345635</id><published>2008-07-18T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:22:11.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1 of being benched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJH0siA1YBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7jc2zIyI82c/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229229688235581458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJH0siA1YBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7jc2zIyI82c/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning.....this is rather boring and whiny... so skip it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Got the brace. It goes up to my knee. It's heavy. I can take it off for showers and bed. Planned configuration for year supply storage. Have to move furniture, though so its still in the drawing phase. Researched kitchen stuff online that we need/want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Already stir-crazy. Nate kindly drove me to Pottery Barn and Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond and grocery shopping. Went to bed early so I could take off the brace. Spent some time plotting out our square foot garden. Nate made a great greek salad, hummus and pita for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Went to Humble to visit the Bolsters and for Kristina's baby blessing. I miss them so much! Had a nice chat with their families and the Davises and their friend Alan. It was good to be with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Cleaned the kitchen, did laundry and made dinner. Cabin fever. Couldn't wait for Nate to get home and take me to the library. Finally got my rolling stride with the brace - but still tire out easily. Read The Julius House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Ben cleaned the bathroom and I did dishes. Watched Away From Her while folding laundry. My new vacuum cleaner arrived, but I can't use it because vacuuming is on my list of banned activities. Ordered the garden stuff and located the soils. Still need to send for the seed varieties. Read Fearless Fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Ben's friends came and spent the day. They were a little wild and I was not very patient. Sick of reading, sick of computer, sick of TV. Got our food storage figured out to the month and planned purchases for rest of year. Read Peace Like a River. Whined to anyone who would talk to me on the phone. Ben and Nate went to scouts and I watched Baby Borrowers. Ben and I stayed up waaaaayyy too late. (I found out later that Nate had let him have a Coke before scouts. I just had insomnia from not being mentally exhausted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I spent all day on the sofa because I figured that was the same as being in bed and I didn't wear the brace very much. Plus I was tired from being up so late. Read The Bookwoman's Last Fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. My foot is actually feeling minutely better. The tedonitis in my ankle is almost gone and I don't feel so crabby. Ben went roller skating and to a sleep over with his friend. So now I'm all alone. I should enjoy it, but I'm not sure what to do. Probably I'll read another book and shop for seeds online. Maybe Nate won't be too tired this evening and we can go out for supper on all the money I've saved by not driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've made it this far, let me brag about Ben. He has been the sweetest boy ever! He helps me alot and understands that I can't drive him places. He is always there to help me up and down steps and tells me to sit down and rest my foot. He does most of the daily household chores and helps me with nearly everything. And he does this cheerfully and willingly. What a blessing he has been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8429150207065345635?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8429150207065345635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8429150207065345635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8429150207065345635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8429150207065345635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-1-of-being-benched.html' title='Week 1 of being benched'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SJH0siA1YBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7jc2zIyI82c/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-9221789999600550418</id><published>2008-07-11T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:31:21.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimpy...</title><content type='html'>Remember March when I hurt my foot hiking and then proceeded to ignore the swelling and pain hoping it would just go away?  I finally went to the doctor today and boy, I do it good.  My 5th metatarsal is broken in two places (they think - evidently it is hard to see on xray), and one of the breaks is horseshoe shaped.  No healing is evident at this point, so I am relegated to that boot thing that straps onto your leg and immobilizes the foot.  Which is great because I am already feeling relief from the tendonitis in my ankle caused by not walking properly to avoid the pain.  The bad news is there is no way I can drive in this thing and I have been properly threatened that I must wear it if I will be moving it all (I can take it off to shower).  It has been 2 hours and I'm already sick of it.  I'm definitely not a patient patient.  I go back in 5 weeks to be rex-rayed and see if any healing is evident.  If not, then I guess stronger measures will be in order.  Here's to my continuing invalid experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-9221789999600550418?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9221789999600550418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=9221789999600550418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9221789999600550418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9221789999600550418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimpy.html' title='Gimpy...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5225180456281840703</id><published>2008-07-07T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:45:26.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom...</title><content type='html'>Fourth of July is my favorite holiday.  I love fireworks and I love that Americans come together and show gratitude for the gift of freedom we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Nate got up on the 4th to do the flag ceremony at our church pancake breakfast.  I stayed home and slept in.  Around 1:30, we drove to Washington-on-the-Brazos, a Texas historical site for a fun-filled day.  We started at the Barrington Living Farm and toured it.  Ben discovered guineas in one of the barns and helped load firewood into a cart for the Pineywoods team of bulls to pull.  After a couple of hours, we hopped on the shuttle bus to the museum, where Nate, Heather &amp;amp; Ben spent a couple more hours (Kim napped on a bench).  Then outside to eat supper, and chill out.  We returned to the farm where we had parked because it was the best show for fireworks and enjoyed a beautiful display.  The evening cooled off and it was just beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other celebration this year was that summer school ended on July 3rd, so the 4th was an extra dose of freedom!  I have spent the past 3 days sleeping and sleeping.  Today I made myself get up because I hired one of our neighbor's boys to help Ben and I begin the summer cleaning.  We got the dining room and kitchen done this morning.  The whole house should be done by Friday.  Which is its own kind of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy summer days.....this is why I changed careers!  The corporate world paid lots of money, but never offered the kind of freedom I needed - to do a job that means something AND be home when Ben is and be a Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-5225180456281840703?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5225180456281840703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5225180456281840703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5225180456281840703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5225180456281840703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-2378908525034812183</id><published>2008-06-30T18:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:07:45.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever....</title><content type='html'>I totally stole this from the Higbee's blog - thought it was cool and made me feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 things&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I have&lt;/span&gt; and have not done:&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;10. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. Worn a superhero costume&lt;br /&gt;49. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Won money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Driven (in) any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon (with my fear of heights only made it a few steps)&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;86. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;88. Gone back to school (more than once!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;102. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;105. Dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all fours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;br /&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;br /&gt;109. Worn a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;br /&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;116. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Danced at a disco (have you seen me dance??!)&lt;br /&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;122. Ridden a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;129. Lived in an historic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one (I assume this is mini-golf?)&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep-sea fishing (went - spent most of the time seasick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;134. Gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;br /&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;145. Written a love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane - oh I wish!&lt;br /&gt;151. Ran away (my room was never clean enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss - just in my classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;155. Lied about your weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;156. Gone on a diet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;158. Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox&lt;br /&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;169. Can hula or waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;170. Read a half-dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;178. Laughed ’til your side hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;185. Seen a geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;br /&gt;188. Built a campfire&lt;br /&gt;189. Kept a blog&lt;br /&gt;190. Had hives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;191. Worn custom-made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a hunter’s safety course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;196. Known CPR&lt;br /&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;br /&gt;198. Found a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;200. Responded yes to a calling you hated &amp;amp; ended up loving it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-2378908525034812183?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2378908525034812183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=2378908525034812183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2378908525034812183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2378908525034812183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever....'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-9000954260141505378</id><published>2008-06-29T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:53:35.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Benjamin...</title><content type='html'>Ben opened his first talk in sacrament meeting with:  "I, Benjamin, having been born of goodly parents am forced to speak today.  Actually, I am thrilled to be here. "  (The opening was a compromise since he wanted to say he was born of somewhat-goodly parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shared 4 scriptures that testified of Christ, bore his testimony, and went over his 3-5 minute limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent job for your first, or tenth time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered the joy and addiction of family history and have spent hours the past few Sundays tracking down family records.  It's kind of like being a detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school ends on July 3rd and I can hardly wait!  Ben has been going with me and doing peer tutoring with 5th graders.  We are both ready for some lazy summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate's anemia issues are improving, and he actually wants to go and do things some evenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting our food storage organized onto some new shelves and planning a garden (in Houston, gardening season begins in early fall.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-9000954260141505378?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9000954260141505378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=9000954260141505378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9000954260141505378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9000954260141505378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-benjamin.html' title='I, Benjamin...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-8758669205535466755</id><published>2008-06-15T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:51:32.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>I have had a wonderful, testosterone-free few days.  I took Friday off so I could have a whole day to myself.  By Saturday, I was ready for my men to come home.  Just as I called to see how much longer they would be, Nate said look out the window and there they were!  Ben ran right in the door and gave me the biggest hug.  It was great - although a little stinky.  Evidently, he only took 1 shower all week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben didn't pass off very many merit badges, but he's nearly completed several.  Guess we'll hit the remaining reqs in July.  He had a wonderful time being part of a group of boys and definitely grew in confidence and boyness.  He thinks he wants to play football in the fall, and so we are working out everyday to be ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate had a good time too.  He was blessed with other leaders who had their own health issues and so they all supported each other and had a good time.  He came back with good color and a fair amount of energy and most importantly - a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8758669205535466755?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8758669205535466755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8758669205535466755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8758669205535466755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8758669205535466755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/scout-camp.html' title='Scout Camp'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8071828993511793288</id><published>2008-06-01T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:53:09.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Cockroaches</title><content type='html'>If you really know me, then you know that I have 2 severe fears in this world. &lt;br /&gt;#1 - Heights.  I have this uncontrollable fear of heights.  I hyperventilate on overpasses. &lt;br /&gt;#2 - Cockroaches.  I love snakes &amp;amp; spiders, but show me a cockroach and watch me run screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while we were in sacrament meeting and enjoying a very spiritual testimony meeting, my sister took off her shoe and started smacking it on the pew in front of us.  I raised my eyebrow at her until she mouthed "roach".  I immediately cringed, lifted my feet off the floor and pulled up my skirt a little.  Eventually, I began to relax until I saw another run across the pew in front of me and another scuttle past my bag.  I clasped my mouth shut with my hand and began shaking in terror.  Nate asked if I needed to sit in the foyer and Ben started singing "la cucharacha" under his breath.  Since we were in the second row in the middle, I didn't want to disturb everyone by crawling over them unless I had to.  So I kept telling myself that it was only an insect, they don't eat people, it was only two, etc.  Then I noticed waves of disturbances in other pews and the lady behind me held up 5 fingers.  UGH!!!!  I am proud to say that I did not jump up and begin speaking in tongues, which is what might have happened.  I did make it to the end, but I couldn't tell you about the last 7 testimonies.  I thought it a fitting end to the meeting when Bro. Groesbeck said that as long as we are spiritually prepared we have no need to fear.  Hmmm.....I wonder where that puts me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8071828993511793288?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8071828993511793288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8071828993511793288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8071828993511793288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8071828993511793288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/spiritual-cockroaches.html' title='Spiritual Cockroaches'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-4821881859611819967</id><published>2008-05-29T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:55:46.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings...</title><content type='html'>You know, some years you are literally pushing that last child out the door and other years you are holding on, hoping they won't leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a "can't cut the science lab apron strings" year.  I really bonded with my 5th graders.  Some of them I had taught since 2nd grade, all the others I have taught since 3rd.  They knew me and I knew them and we learned alot this year.  I was a bigger crybaby during the promotion exercises today than most of the parents.  Of course, my little girls and even some of my boys were boo-hooing as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the little girl that wrote me a note that said  "RIP - you are a witch" - (but as threatening as it looked, she was just celebrating her favorite holiday - Halloween)?  She's off to middle school along with the kid who would never sit still during 2nd grade - he kept playing the drums all day.  He moved schools and we were so glad and then he returned this year to the chagrin of many of us.  He announced to me..."Remember me, Ms. Ottosen?  You're the teacher that made me love science".  And then of course, the boy in bilingual classes who would never do anything in English - wouldn't even try.  The last week of 4th grade I got him to write a short paragraph in English in his journal and this year he passed the state exam in English!  The little girl who came in the middle of 3rd grade and didn't know a word of English and was so determined to learn.  She would never give up and practiced and practiced and made all her teachers teach her as much as possible - passed all 3 state exams in English and received the Principal's Award for her undying enthusiasm and motivation for succeeding.  A handful of our bilingual ed students passed the science TAKS exam in English, which is a much harder test than the reading TAKS, which they failed.  What is the logic in that?  If they were all going on to the same middle school, I might change jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my friends.  I hope they all invite me to their high school and college graduations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, summer science camp begins next week and I have a whole new group to make friends with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-4821881859611819967?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4821881859611819967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=4821881859611819967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4821881859611819967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4821881859611819967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/endings.html' title='Endings...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-996721533185896918</id><published>2008-05-18T18:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:13:15.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Eye Power</title><content type='html'>I am in my 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year, and I just had an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked by my school district to become a trainer for a program called The Private Eye. This program empowers students by giving them tools, both physical and mental, that allow them to think in analogies, which in turn, opens the creativity in all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days of our training were spent being trained in these tools. Several exercises ask us to observe closely an object (I chose a sweet gum seedpod) and then create a list of 10 analogies of what it reminds us of. That part was quite easy for me. Then we were required us to use that list and create a written piece. Here is where it all comes to a screeching halt because I HATE TO WRITE! I freeze, I fidget, I hyperventilate...classic signs of a panic attack. It was made worse by the fact that I was surrounded by the best of the best science teachers in our school district, whom I respect and look to as my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally wrote a short poem that I was fairly pleased with. We used our new tools to create a drawing of the item, and then it was time to begin sharing our work and I began to have that sinking feeling. Their poems discussed how broccoli looked like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rainforest&lt;/span&gt;, and undersea kelp forests. One poem sang the praises of green. My poem in comparison was rather dark and morbid. How unlike an elementary teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is my turn to share my poem and I tell them that I'm a little frightened of sharing because it is darker than what else has been shared and that I hate writing and please don't laugh. So I read my poem...and the stunned silence at the end is broken by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cacophony&lt;/span&gt; of spontaneous clapping, requests to reread it, and one complaint from another table: "Yeah, sure the genius who thinks she can't write." Thankfully, the spotlight moves onto others and I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, I reflect on what causes me to dismiss writing as something I "can't do". I am a creative person by nature, and love all different kind of creation - even music where I really don't have enough talent to share with the world. Why do I find writing so panicky? As I ponder, I realized that it was all because of my 1st grade teacher. We were given an assignment to write a poem using rhyme and on a Halloween topic. Thus was born my 5 Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ghostesses&lt;/span&gt; poem...and my first bad grade. The teacher informed me that I did not use words that rhymed - I made them rhyme by adding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;esses&lt;/span&gt; to the end and so I had not fulfilled the assignment. I still have the original copy of that poem and her words are burned into my soul. Unfortunately, I am rather sensitive and  took her words to mean that I couldn't write a lick.  That judgement overcame all other input for the next 34 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared my thoughts and that original poem with the founder of the Private Eye, Kerry Ruef, as well as some of my peers that happened to be nearby and they were shocked. They saw the power that teachers have to shape children and told me that had I been in their classroom, I would have immediately been sent to the gifted program. Kind words, but now I sort of believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defense of that first poem, I will share part of it - to prove that the words DID rhyme and to heal that wound from so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Little Ghostesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five little ghostesses&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on postesses&lt;br /&gt;Eating buttered toastesses&lt;br /&gt;Greasing their fistesses&lt;br /&gt;Right up to their wristesses&lt;br /&gt;Oh such beastesses&lt;br /&gt;to have such feastesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Kerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ruef&lt;/span&gt; and my cohort of Private Eyes in helping me to see that I can express myself in writing and that my unique way of looking at the world is of worth to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sharing the next piece with the world. You may love it or hate it or just not get it, but you cannot take away the power of its creation and the freedom that sharing it has given me in this, my 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SDDAxWAsWYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nZh5WWJMe1A/s1600-h/seedpod+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201869523567532418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SDDAxWAsWYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nZh5WWJMe1A/s320/seedpod+drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SDDAxmAsWZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sUBnn9bvID0/s1600-h/seedpod+poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201869527862499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SDDAxmAsWZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sUBnn9bvID0/s320/seedpod+poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-996721533185896918?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/996721533185896918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=996721533185896918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/996721533185896918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/996721533185896918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/private-eye-power.html' title='Private Eye Power'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/SDDAxWAsWYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nZh5WWJMe1A/s72-c/seedpod+drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-9219713922967883838</id><published>2008-04-27T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:12:34.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of the Priesthood</title><content type='html'>Ben turned 12, and as tradition in our church, he was interviewed and found worthy to be ordained to the office of Deacon in the Aaronic priesthood.  I do not remember ever being at an ordination.  I may have been there when Bryce was ordained, but I'm going to cite middle age memory loss on that one.  Not knowing how it is supposed to go, I thought it was really special.  We met in the deacon/teacher quorum at the end of their lesson.  The bishop spoke for a few minutes about the importance of the priesthood and then Nate was able to ordain Ben.  Grandpa, the bishopric, and his leaders (including our good friend Bob Bolster) assisted.  Ben received a very special blessing and was required by the bishop to give me a hug.  (Good thing because I was going to embarrass him with one anyway.)  He immediately went back to being a 12 year old boy, but an experienced mom's eye could see a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the week progressed, Ben was happier, quick to do chores and homework before playing, and he just seems to have a quiet confidence that wasn't present before.  He's still a boy, though...he loves video games and still smarts off on occasion and conveniently forgets about homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to me that my principal shared that he recently became a deacon in his church (at the age of 52).  His responsibilities include greeting people as they arrive.  It seems to be a much different process than ours and I don't know the details, but the juxtaposition was interesting to note this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday morning, Ben exercised his priesthood duties for the first time and passed the sacrament.  He remembered Grandpa Jones' council and passed the trays with his right hand.  He did a great job and you could not tell it was his first time.  He even looked like an expert at helping our blind sister with the sacrament.   I cannot express the feeling of joy and humbleness that I felt as my son, entrusted to me by Heavenly Father, undertook this duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the priesthood is real.  I know.  I saw it this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-9219713922967883838?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9219713922967883838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=9219713922967883838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9219713922967883838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9219713922967883838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/power-of-priesthood.html' title='Power of the Priesthood'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1579374850187632250</id><published>2008-04-26T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:18:37.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...I don't like them...but I keep making them</title><content type='html'>Ugh!   I thought the transition to middle school was enough of a change for this year.  However, Ben turning 12 has ushered in some other changes that I wasn't prepared for.  Like how on earth are Nate and I supposed to sit quietly during the sacrament when we don't have to set an example for Ben?  And now we actually have to show up BEFORE the sacrament is passed since Ben will be passing it.  Not to mention the late Wednesday YM nights...Kim's bedtime just got pushed back an hour.  (My students don't know it yet, but I'm grumpy when I don't get to bed by 9). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comcast bought out Time-Warner a while back and I haven't been pleased with that change.  When AT&amp;amp;T's rep showed up on the doorstep to tout their new Uverse fiber optic phone, cable &amp;amp; internet service, they talked me into it by promising to lower my bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the fact that Texas deregulated their electricity service a few years back.  I miss the old days when one just didn't have a choice.  I have spent 15.5 hours comparing rates, checking service complaints and just plain fence-sitting since my contract with Reliant ended and I had to enter into a new one.  I would have just extended with R, but they increased my price by 2 cents per kwh!  That just wasn't in the budget since we have virtually no insulation and summer is coming.  (i know...i should just roll out that insulation...but have you SEEN my attic?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like change...but it sure likes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1579374850187632250?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1579374850187632250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1579374850187632250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1579374850187632250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1579374850187632250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/changesi-dont-like-thembut-i-keep.html' title='Changes...I don&apos;t like them...but I keep making them'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1058115858798984210</id><published>2008-04-20T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:44:18.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Great Things about Ben</title><content type='html'>Ben turned 12 on Thursday and celebrated with dinner at Bennigan's where he attempted to release his inner leprechan.  In honor of him here are 12 great things about Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ben has always been very determined from the moment of his birth to today.  We are fortunate that he has been determined in righteous paths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ben has a kind heart.  He loves animals and babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ben is bright.  Despite a few learning disabilities, he competes quite well (when he chooses to) at school.  He has an encyclopedic knowledge of topics that strike his fancy.  Such as greek mythology, pokemon, and warhammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ben is honest.  He takes after the Joneses in the blatancy of his honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Ben is sober in the things of the Lord.  He takes his church responsibilites seriously and never makes light of them.  He is usually the first to remind us of scriptures and prayers when we get off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ben likes to laugh and make other people happy.  He must get this from his father who was recently introduced as the "ward comedian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ben is generous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Ben is a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Ben is forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Ben is quick to show appreciation and gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Ben is quick to bear another's burdens.  He often jumps in to help without being asked and endures to the end when he is helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Ben is polite.  He never goes to a friend's house that the parents don't make a point to express how well he behaves and how much they enjoy having him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I are constantly awed by Ben's quiet greatness.  He is truly a gift to our family and we hope to be worthy parents of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1058115858798984210?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1058115858798984210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1058115858798984210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1058115858798984210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1058115858798984210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-great-things-about-ben.html' title='12 Great Things about Ben'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3442443927248238650</id><published>2008-03-29T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:19:04.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fossil Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R-7NtFJTYVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/flWk3tW1fJ4/s1600-h/PIC-0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183306395509023058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R-7NtFJTYVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/flWk3tW1fJ4/s320/PIC-0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For spring break, we tripped over to Brownswood, TX with the HGMS paleo people to collect fossils. It was beautiful weather with fun people and buckets of fossils to boot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, we collected further afield in Goldthwaite and along road cuts. We were in the Cretaceous layers. We found tons of sea urchins and oysters because sea urchins feed on the slime that grows on oysters (cool, huh?). Sea urchin spines and gastropods were avialable as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, Nate was totally exhausted, so Ben and I joined the crew for a trip to Wilson's Clay pit which is in the Pennsylvanian era. We found crinoid stems and calyx pieces and gastropods by the bagful. This area also held nodules of flint, so the native americans would come and collect crinoid stems for necklaces and chip flint for tools. I found a broken skinning flint and another flint that was for crushing bones to get marrow.  We then made a few other stops for urchin spines, cephlaopods, and huge horn coral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we had supper at our trip leader's home and Tully (the local banker) came and showed us all the fossils he had found in the past few years. The cephlapod in the picture was one of his finds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Nate joined us again as we returned to the clay pit and then drove over to the spillway to get fern and crinoid stars.   Then we drove back to Houston so we could celebrate Easter at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3442443927248238650?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3442443927248238650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3442443927248238650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3442443927248238650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3442443927248238650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/fossil-fever.html' title='Fossil Fever!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R-7NtFJTYVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/flWk3tW1fJ4/s72-c/PIC-0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-4609200847364547495</id><published>2008-03-23T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:25:52.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R-cC7lJTYUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nw716FZjXSo/s1600-h/tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181113118919713090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R-cC7lJTYUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nw716FZjXSo/s400/tomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you and your family!&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-4609200847364547495?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4609200847364547495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=4609200847364547495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4609200847364547495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4609200847364547495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R-cC7lJTYUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nw716FZjXSo/s72-c/tomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3298341290855714674</id><published>2008-03-02T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:29:36.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed in every way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R8tiNCEpc5I/AAAAAAAAADw/-1m9tVA8HCs/s1600-h/ATT00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173336572999332754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R8tiNCEpc5I/AAAAAAAAADw/-1m9tVA8HCs/s320/ATT00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been constantly reminded of how blessed I am. From getting a flat tire in the church parking lot instead of on the freeway, and then having it patched for free, to being spared any damage when a tree fell down inches from my truck, to having the strength of the spirit during some very odd and stressful experiences at school. I know that the Lord loves me and watches over me and my family everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were home with the flu, Ben and I were in the den and witnessed the tree in our neighbor's yard come down - on top of the truck it appeared! The whole neighborhood came running, and we were awestruck when this is what we saw - not even a scratch!  No damage to either home, and the neighbor only lost 3 boards out of his fence.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3298341290855714674?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3298341290855714674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3298341290855714674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3298341290855714674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3298341290855714674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessed-in-every-way.html' title='Blessed in every way!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R8tiNCEpc5I/AAAAAAAAADw/-1m9tVA8HCs/s72-c/ATT00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6399842398082877892</id><published>2008-02-23T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:33:34.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again..</title><content type='html'>Now that we have all survived the flu (despite a flu shot), maybe we can get back to normal again - and maybe keep up on the posts every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has finally made friends with kids that actually live 4 minutes away as opposed to 40 minutes in traffic.  The friends ride his bus and one is very nice and the kind of kid one is pleased to have around, and the other has some honesty and integrity issues.  Ah well...  Ben also has a new hobby, Warhammer, which is a model and strategy game.  He and Nate build and paint the models together and then one of us gets talked into driving him down to the game shop so he can play his army against others.  Nate sits and has a croissant at la Madeline, but I window shop in Rice Village.  Ben is still struggling with organizing his schoolwork, and is learning some very tough lessons...causing Kim to relive her Dostoevsky fiasco from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate's bout with the flu seemed to cause a major setback with his iron levels.  He is finally getting back on track.  No word yet what will happen with his job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is deep in the middle of life science, and currently has the following in residence in the lab:  1 snake, 3 lizards, 3 crayfish, 12 antlions, 50 praying mantids, 2 more mantid egg cases, innumberable guppies, fire ants to feed the ant lions, a cactus, and frogs, toads, salamanders on order.  Now my biggest fear is that the exterminator will show up!  The children are really benefitting from having some great hands-on experiences with living creatures.  The collaborative is winding down, and science fair is in 2 weeks!  I really can't wait for spring break!Our grant looks like it will be funded, so I'll be teaching after school science camp and summer science enrichment.  (My last day of school will be July 3rd -  and I report back on August 11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6399842398082877892?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6399842398082877892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6399842398082877892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6399842398082877892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6399842398082877892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-again.html' title='Hello again..'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3414372198368686503</id><published>2008-01-22T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:04:08.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben cuts his own hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R5aRhw00ZII/AAAAAAAAADY/KyUK32HveMA/s1600-h/ATT00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158470432427631746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R5aRhw00ZII/AAAAAAAAADY/KyUK32HveMA/s320/ATT00016.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were headed to get trimmed anyway, when Ben asked if he could cut his hair, I said yes. Here is his work and after the real cut: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R5aSHQ00ZKI/AAAAAAAAADo/uoCUdUGhvLg/s1600-h/ATT00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158471076672726178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R5aSHQ00ZKI/AAAAAAAAADo/uoCUdUGhvLg/s320/ATT00013.JPG" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R5aSHQ00ZKI/AAAAAAAAADo/uoCUdUGhvLg/s1600-h/ATT00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3414372198368686503?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3414372198368686503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3414372198368686503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3414372198368686503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3414372198368686503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/ben-cuts-his-own-hair.html' title='Ben cuts his own hair!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R5aRhw00ZII/AAAAAAAAADY/KyUK32HveMA/s72-c/ATT00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5258250653184399197</id><published>2008-01-22T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:54:35.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 forecast......a year of change</title><content type='html'>Between the elections, the recession, and Nate's job outlook, 2008 looks to be a year of change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BATF have been spending alot of time at Nate's employer, searching through old records and paperwork to be sure it was filled out and handled correctly.  At last count they had 750 instances of incorrectly filed paperwork.  So...we may be moving if the company is shut down.  What a bad time with the economy and all.  Oh well...anyone need a gunsmith?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-5258250653184399197?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5258250653184399197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5258250653184399197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5258250653184399197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5258250653184399197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-forecasta-year-of-change.html' title='2008 forecast......a year of change'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8023292928411672958</id><published>2007-12-12T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:18:29.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Stylin' Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R2BdwF3FX0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rpu3xTiYGhY/s1600-h/nativity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143213855245426498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R2BdwF3FX0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rpu3xTiYGhY/s320/nativity.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ben agreed to play a shepherd role in the pageant during the ward Christmas party.  (For those of you who can't see the photo too well...he's the one in the sheepskin).  No bathrobe for this boy!  Heather was kind enough to loan her stinky sheepskin, and Nate loaned his Irish cane.  He spent the whole time waving to people in the audience - whether or not they were waving to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8023292928411672958?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8023292928411672958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8023292928411672958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8023292928411672958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8023292928411672958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-stylin-shepherd.html' title='One Stylin&apos; Shepherd'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R2BdwF3FX0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rpu3xTiYGhY/s72-c/nativity.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-9117975254857971935</id><published>2007-12-02T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:48:13.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Editorial &amp; Debate...please join in!</title><content type='html'>If your news has been taken hostage by Britney's troubles, you may not have heard of the great science education debate regarding teaching of evolution versus intelligent design. I have watched it with varying degrees of interest and opinions because it didn't directly effect me. That ended on Nov. 4th, when the Texas Education Agency forced the resignation of Chris Comer, the state director of science, over this same issue. (search net for: chris comer texas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion has been and continues to be that our God designed such a marvelous world with such forethought and attention to detail, that humans will spend eternity discovering all the many miracles that make it work. In my opinion, evolution is one of those miracles that allow species to adapt to changing forces and is a part of His plan. That being said, I in no way believe that one of the miracles involves humans evolving from another species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real moral struggle over this issue is do I want to be forced to teach either of these theories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I would prefer not to teach either (total neutrality). As a second choice I would give equal time to each and label them as theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue at the base of all this is the issue of free agency - that same issue that we all fought valiantly in support of in the pre-existence, and should continue to support today, while living as examples of Christ. I believe that all people should have the chance to choose for themselves and that involves allowing freedom of information and ideas so that one can educate himself/herself and thus choose wisely. Censorship of information and ideas can only lead to less freedom and further bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I've said my piece, feel free to leave comments regarding your stance on this issue. I will always love and respect my family and friends. I reserve the right to change my opinion if yours brings to light information I had not considered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-9117975254857971935?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9117975254857971935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=9117975254857971935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9117975254857971935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9117975254857971935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/editorial-debateplease-join-in.html' title='Editorial &amp; Debate...please join in!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7060583961913751676</id><published>2007-12-02T14:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:11:48.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Jammin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R1MR53BdMiI/AAAAAAAAADI/2EG2cZPAx4g/s1600-R/ATT00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139471285480141346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R1MR53BdMiI/AAAAAAAAADI/b9_yaBBjryA/s320/ATT00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is definitely in middle school...my how fast he grows! He informed us a few weeks ago that he thought it was time to rebel. After a little shock, we asked in what way this rebellion was going to occur. Currently it seems to be in hair length, "forgetting" about homework, and grunting instead of answering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben wants to play electric guitar. He spends his free time listening to guitar riffs on rhapsody.com and practicing his moves. (Kim is grateful for all that time she spent listening to rock growing up....it sure comes in handy these days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben will be representing the Phillipines in Dallas at the GEMUN (model UN) in May.  The whole idea gives Nate the willies, since Nate believes the UN is Satan's answer to the United Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is struggling more with balancing all the requirements that middle school has. He can't wait to turn 12, and has asked for a suit. He is suffering through these last months of Primary - and did a great job in his last Primary program.  His take on the whole thing:  its for little kids!   For Christmas, he wants an electric guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7060583961913751676?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7060583961913751676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7060583961913751676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7060583961913751676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7060583961913751676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/bens-jammin.html' title='Ben&apos;s Jammin&apos;'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/R1MR53BdMiI/AAAAAAAAADI/b9_yaBBjryA/s72-c/ATT00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6362245807990245501</id><published>2007-12-02T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:01:13.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim's Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>I am spending this year in a regional science collaborative which is 106 hours in addition to the rest of my workload.  I am learning amazing things, but boy is my life out of balance again!  I am trying to rein it back in, and am having more success at keeping an even keel than in past years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only life is family, church and science/school.    I did redo my bedroom over Thanksgiving and am quite pleased with it.  It is much more inviting.  I still need an overstuffed chair to curl up and read in, as well as new nightstands, oh, and I need to get the artwork framed.  But for now, its good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to hanging with mom and dad and Heather over the break...and just taking a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want for Christmas??  A treadmill!  I miss going to the gym and working off some of the stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6362245807990245501?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6362245807990245501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6362245807990245501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6362245807990245501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6362245807990245501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/kims-crazy-life.html' title='Kim&apos;s Crazy Life'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-9149261448829078510</id><published>2007-12-02T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:13:28.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate Update</title><content type='html'>Nate is not really getting older, it is just a rumor from his enemies. Actually he is 24...really (historians report that he will be turning 41). His wish for his birthday is a Day Stretcher (so he can have enough time to get more done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is hard at work on his first novel. 1 week has produced 2 paragraphs. No chance we will be hitting the bestseller list anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to take iron supplements and s l o w l y gain strength. We noticed an improvement over the Thanksgiving weekend. He made it from the parking lot to the restaurant without taking rest stops. (In June at the same restaurant, he had to stop twice.) The big struggle now seems to be learning not to overdo it, which causes setbacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-9149261448829078510?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9149261448829078510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=9149261448829078510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9149261448829078510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/9149261448829078510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/nate-update.html' title='Nate Update'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-8464662587592185424</id><published>2007-08-30T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:40:50.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle School Madness</title><content type='html'>First, a note about Nate. He finally called the doctor to see what was up since we hadn't heard anything. All his bloodwork came back normal for the things they were testing this time. (They did not test hemaglobin or iron levels.) He does NOT have lead poisoning. However, his urine samples are missing. 3 days worth. So he has to repeat the test next week. No news until September. How much longer can this drag on...or rather how much longer can Nate drag on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, why no pictures? I managed to mess up my computer and now I cannot click links on a webpage. I have pictures, but can't click the link to add them. Ho hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's middle school life started early Monday morning at 5:20 a.m. when the alarm rang so he could get ready. His bus leaves at 6:17 in the morning. School begins at 7:53. Yes, we are the first stop on the route. Ben arrived at school and started his day with GSG.  GSG is homeroom.  Ben will have the same homeroom and locker for all 3 years.  He has 6th, 7th, and 8th graders in his homeroom class.  The 8th graders lead the others in leadership activities and character learning.  When Ben reaches 8th grade, he will help lead the younger ones in his class.  Interesting program and seems to work to diminish bullying.  Ben says he already knows lots of 8th graders and they are nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His middle school works on the block program.  They have red day and purple day.  On red days, he starts with math, science, then lunch, followed by reading, music/art but he is switching to drama.  Purple day begins with PE, world cultures, lunch, English, study lab.  He comes home on the bus, where mom meets him at 4:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World cultures is his favorite because they don't give homework, it is fun, and it is interactive and he filled out an application for a classroom job.  Ben's least favorite subject is math because it is a tough subject and the homework is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days, we are all very tired and fall asleep by 9:30.  Ben thinks middle school is better than elementary, while mom and dad are adjusting and thinking it's not so bad......this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8464662587592185424?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8464662587592185424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8464662587592185424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8464662587592185424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8464662587592185424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/08/middle-school-madness.html' title='Middle School Madness'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8606516373641522052</id><published>2007-08-25T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:44:03.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>Nate is slowly recovering from the 3 day round of blood tests. We are still waiting on the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim has been busy with preparing for teaching all grades (K-5) science lab and recovering all her files that were deleted in the server migration this summer. She learned podcasting in one of her teacher inservices and is excited to find time to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben went to the 6th grade orientation for middle school. He immediately hooked up with his friends from elementary school, found his classroom, and thought the parent meeting was "BO-ring!". Mom thought the music was too loud, the other kids too big, and the school just plain huge. It wasn't like that in my day! Monday should be a big adjustment for us all. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8606516373641522052?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8606516373641522052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8606516373641522052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8606516373641522052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8606516373641522052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3280268540773802115</id><published>2007-08-14T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:36:18.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love...</title><content type='html'>with Wyoming! Dad drove Ben &amp; I up a few days before Kim's wilderness school to tour Yellowstone National Park. The pictures don't do it justice - you really have to experience it. Since they hire teachers to work and live in Yellowstone for the summer, Kim is lobbying Nate to allow her to "earn extra money" in the summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we actually made it into the park, we got settled in at Al's Westward Ho Motel in West Yellowstone, Montana.  Very clean, but spartan - definitely within budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIoMwVkyiI/AAAAAAAAACk/1mVlrfd23Zw/s1600-h/DSCF0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098681927735757346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIoMwVkyiI/AAAAAAAAACk/1mVlrfd23Zw/s320/DSCF0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIn0wVkyhI/AAAAAAAAACc/kQkevK_DQi8/s1600-h/DSCF0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098681515418896914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIn0wVkyhI/AAAAAAAAACc/kQkevK_DQi8/s320/DSCF0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Ben's behest, we visited the Grizzly &amp; Wolf Discovery Center in West Yellowstone, MT. Ben was able to take part in hiding the bears' food and then watching while they found it. He took great pride in learning everything he could about bears and then sharing his knowledge with innocent bystanders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got to see the wolves howl: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIooQVkyjI/AAAAAAAAACs/xa8NLmgiZwc/s1600-h/DSCF0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098682400182159922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIooQVkyjI/AAAAAAAAACs/xa8NLmgiZwc/s320/DSCF0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-3280268540773802115?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3280268540773802115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3280268540773802115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3280268540773802115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3280268540773802115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsIoMwVkyiI/AAAAAAAAACk/1mVlrfd23Zw/s72-c/DSCF0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7891265340612974536</id><published>2007-08-14T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:33:17.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten days in Utah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsImbAVkygI/AAAAAAAAACU/zu-X-MEdyf0/s1600-h/joy+kira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098679973525637634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsImbAVkygI/AAAAAAAAACU/zu-X-MEdyf0/s320/joy+kira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsImOAVkyfI/AAAAAAAAACM/POmhpa3bqoo/s1600-h/princess+kess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098679750187338226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsImOAVkyfI/AAAAAAAAACM/POmhpa3bqoo/s320/princess+kess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben &amp; Kim traveled to Utah to spend time with family. Bryce's family was very kind to drive up to the Jones headquarters in West Jordan so that we could all be together. It was very, very fun and we enjoyed getting to know cousins that we hadn't seen in a year. Unfortunately, I'm missing the roll of film for those days. I did take a couple of pix of Betsie's girls with my digital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and Tyce spent every spare second together as did Mary &amp;amp; Kess. I'm not sure I even had a conversation with Mary. It was good to see them! We enjoyed hiking around Silver Lake where Bryce's twins kept the family in one-liners for the next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harrison(upon encountering a fallen pine): uh oh....The tree fell down? We have to fix it! Maybe tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron (while viewing 2 female mallard ducks and a duckling). That the mommy and daddy? Kim: no, it is 2 girls. Cam: That the mommy &amp; baby? Kim: Yes. Cam: That other one the daddy! Kim: No....its the aunt. Cam: Oh, okay. Say bye ducks. (ducks quack). Another 150 yards down the trail. Kim: Look Cameron, there's the daddy duck. Cam(screaming so loud it echos across the lake: Bye daddy duck! Bye daddy duck! BYE DADDY DUCK! (continue for next 10 minutes). Kim (to self): please duck, please quack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron (after seeing ground squirrels): Chip chip bite me? chip chip bite me harder? hee.hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other highlights of the week were spending time with my mom and dad. It was really nice to just hang out and visit. Oh, and I did go truck-shopping with my newly retired dad...here's how we did.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsTeLUAt5rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GGXAn1gd9kQ/s1600-h/Misc+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099444964021888690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsTeLUAt5rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GGXAn1gd9kQ/s320/Misc+002.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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6188133387274956761-7891265340612974536?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7891265340612974536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7891265340612974536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7891265340612974536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7891265340612974536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/08/ten-days-in-utah.html' title='Ten days in Utah...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RsImbAVkygI/AAAAAAAAACU/zu-X-MEdyf0/s72-c/joy+kira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-6052166753618414663</id><published>2007-08-14T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:52:14.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family news...</title><content type='html'>Did you miss us?  Ben &amp; Kim spent a month visiting family and doing teacher training out of state.  Unfortunately, Nate was unable to go with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate's tests came back negative, but he had to wait a month for the hematologist appointment.  After the hematologist reviewed everything, he insisted that Nate has a GI bleed or cancer and all the previous tests had missed it, so we are back to the drawing board and Nate is doing 3 days of testing to try and detect the signals.  UGGGGHHH!  We are frustrated and worried, but not much we can do right now.  Please keep Nate in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, with our increased consumption of red meat (for Nate's iron levels), both Kim &amp; Ben's cholesterol is elevated, so now we have to have 2 diets in the family.  Kind of makes us laugh and the dietician groan, but so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post vacation stuff shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6052166753618414663?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6052166753618414663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6052166753618414663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6052166753618414663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6052166753618414663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/08/family-news.html' title='Family news...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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-6188133387274956761.post-6431795200105979053</id><published>2007-07-02T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:25:23.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly gardening success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RokX7MS2R_I/AAAAAAAAACE/USVT7Y7cjcU/s1600-h/DSCF0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082619960144316402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RokX7MS2R_I/AAAAAAAAACE/USVT7Y7cjcU/s320/DSCF0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we moved into our house 2.5 years ago, I went about creating a butterfly habitat. Within week of planting milkweed, we had our first monarch caterpillars. I researched what other butterflies were native to our area and planted host plants for their eggs and caterpillars. I planted nectar plants to attract the adults and waited. The passionflower quickly drew in the gulf frittaleries, and while I saw tons of swallowtails, none deemed my little nursery sufficient. This year, I was too busy to change or add to my little plot, and the 2 late freezes seemed to have killed off the monarchs that live in Texas year-round, so imagine the surprise when we walked outside and saw 6 huge, fat swallowtail caterpillars on the fennel. Too cool! Ben poked at one and it raised orange horns and sprayed him with a rotten scent. He was very intrigued by their defense mechanism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note - we are still waiting for results on Nate's biopsy and barium swallow.  If those are negative (which we expect), then he will be referred to a hematologist to see what they can do about increasing the iron absorption of his blood and red blood cell production.  We appreciate all your prayers and concern.  Please continue praying that we will be able to find out the cause of his difficulty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-6431795200105979053?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6431795200105979053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=6431795200105979053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6431795200105979053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/6431795200105979053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/07/butterfly-gardening-success.html' title='Butterfly gardening success'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RokX7MS2R_I/AAAAAAAAACE/USVT7Y7cjcU/s72-c/DSCF0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-2243670964387607485</id><published>2007-06-23T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:33:28.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Available Soon</title><content type='html'>I want to park in the garage!  That's a perk of not renting an apartment that I haven't had the joy of yet, because our garage was PACKED with boxes.  Even reshuffling wouldn't allow us to park one car.  So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday we held our biennial garage sale.  I opened space to ward members who may want to bring stuff, because I knew I didn't have as much as in the past.  People knocked on the door at 6:45 a.m. and we didn't have a break to sit down until 1:00.  All told, by the end of Friday we had sold $400 worth of stuff (Ben sold $65, I sold $150).  People were buying plants out of my garden and waiting for me to open another box from the garage.  (in between sales, I would go into the garage and start to clear out space).  I think I could have sold almost anything on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word spread around the ward and more people came and set up tables, but Saturday was stormy and alot fewer people came out.  We put tarps up over everything during the rain, and de-tarped when it stopped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally gave up at 1:00.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sales for the Ottosens....$300 and change.  &lt;br /&gt;Total sales for other ward members...275 or so (not everyone would brag).&lt;br /&gt;Parking in the garage...Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one more day's work will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rn1nWVy6U3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oN0JcQSdkNU/s1600-h/ATT00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rn1nWVy6U3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oN0JcQSdkNU/s320/ATT00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079329588249252722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-2243670964387607485?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2243670964387607485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=2243670964387607485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2243670964387607485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/2243670964387607485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/parking-available-soon.html' title='Parking Available Soon'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rn1nWVy6U3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oN0JcQSdkNU/s72-c/ATT00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1299254112819533652</id><published>2007-06-18T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:06:02.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Fun</title><content type='html'>We took a long weekend to San Antonio for Father's Day.  Nate really needed a break and we took advantage of one of those timeshare sales scams to get a hotel room for the weekend.  We have seen the Alamo and Sea World and other common attractions in the past, so we focused on the smaller, lesser known attractions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RngoLFy6UzI/AAAAAAAAABc/MWV2F8rHVhs/s1600-h/natural+bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RngoLFy6UzI/AAAAAAAAABc/MWV2F8rHVhs/s320/natural+bridge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077852750859621170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we visited Natural Bridge Cavern.  It was a really great cave!  Lots and lots of formations in many different rooms.  We only went .5 mile of the 2 miles they have, but will definitely return for more.  &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rngoa1y6U0I/AAAAAAAAABk/Mh0U3H0THJM/s1600-h/cave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rngoa1y6U0I/AAAAAAAAABk/Mh0U3H0THJM/s320/cave.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077853021442560834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to the Institute of Texan Cultures museum.  It was fascinating to see all the collections they have for the 21 different cultures that settled Texas.  Ben went through the dragon exhibit (focusing on how dragons are viewed in different cultures), Nate spent a lot of time in the Danish section, and I learned how to spin cotton and wool into thread...and how to share that with my students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RngonFy6U1I/AAAAAAAAABs/DXjWSikQqYs/s1600-h/rockhunting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RngonFy6U1I/AAAAAAAAABs/DXjWSikQqYs/s320/rockhunting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077853231895958354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was set aside for flyfishing.  We drove to 1.5 hours west of SA to source of the Guadalupe river and Nate and Ben fished while I tried to catch all the fry that were swarming the river...as usual with no luck.  Ben caught a small Guadalupe Bass for the first catch of the day and Nate caught several perch and a bass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rngoyly6U2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HvldvpHnKic/s1600-h/fishing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/Rngoyly6U2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HvldvpHnKic/s320/fishing+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077853429464453986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1299254112819533652?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1299254112819533652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1299254112819533652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1299254112819533652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1299254112819533652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day-fun.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Fun'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RngoLFy6UzI/AAAAAAAAABc/MWV2F8rHVhs/s72-c/natural+bridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-5738899805465412934</id><published>2007-06-09T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:12:58.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of "real" summer...</title><content type='html'>Ben spent the week at Lanier Middle School in a reading/math camp.  He had a great time despite his reservations about going to school during the summer.  He has found a new love for "quzzles" (logic problems)and wrote a really great story.  Everyday showed him more confident about starting middle school until Friday, when he found out that the boys have a group shower in the gym locker room.  That was very disturbing to him.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim has been working out everyday and using the FlyLady system to get back on top of things at home.  I still need Mary Poppins to come and help me in the garage, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate has been under enormous stress from work.  He is restoring a flintlock rifle from the 1700's and is finding it quite challenging.  He is looking forward to our weekend trip to San Antonio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the work week by going to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and having Ben beat both of us at chess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-5738899805465412934?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5738899805465412934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=5738899805465412934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5738899805465412934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/5738899805465412934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-week-of-real-summer.html' title='First week of &quot;real&quot; summer...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-8578496959366982347</id><published>2007-06-04T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:45:44.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fossil Wood Hunt</title><content type='html'>Ben and Kim went on a fossil wood hunt with HGMS on Saturday. (Where was Nate? Camping with the scouts, of course!) We drove 2.5 hours to Sam Rayburn Dam and met up with 25 other rockhounds. Then we traveled onto Temple-Inland property (with permission) to "hunt" for fossil wood. Only, the wood wasn't hard to find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSDlbscDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vD51WzZwg7A/s1600-h/creekbed+with+pet+wood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072323759438564850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSDlbscDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vD51WzZwg7A/s320/creekbed+with+pet+wood.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...every log you see was petrified. The hard part was hauling it up out of the creekbed that was 10-12 feet deep and then up the steep hill another 100 yards to the trucks. Of course, we're in SE Texas so it was in the mid-80's for temperature &amp; humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSF87scDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Bl9vlzlfKq4/s1600-h/first+look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072326362188746274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSF87scDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Bl9vlzlfKq4/s320/first+look.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone was spread out along the mile of creekbed, it was really peaceful. We saw all kinds of forest invertebrates like centipedes, millipedes, weird blue&amp;black dragonflies and these&lt;br /&gt;neon orange mushrooms. Reportedly these had ridges underneath and were edible. If they have paperthin sections then don't even touch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSEj7scDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y4sUL82yyy4/s1600-h/orange+mushrooms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072324833180388866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSEj7scDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y4sUL82yyy4/s320/orange+mushrooms.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't try them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSFtrscDhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GdNvO3RYQjo/s1600-h/ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072326100195741202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSFtrscDhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GdNvO3RYQjo/s320/ben.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hauling out two buckets full of small pieces and two backpacks/arms full of large pieces, we were beat. It was a great workout and a beautiful spot. Too bad the company is selling that property - we won't be able to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did get enough to do some polishing and to make great accents in our garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSHwbscDjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RbdpVzMNT5U/s1600-h/wood+in+garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072328346463637042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSHwbscDjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RbdpVzMNT5U/s320/wood+in+garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-8578496959366982347?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8578496959366982347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=8578496959366982347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8578496959366982347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/8578496959366982347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/fossil-wood-hunt.html' title='Fossil Wood Hunt'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSDlbscDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vD51WzZwg7A/s72-c/creekbed+with+pet+wood.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-4310347409222674081</id><published>2007-05-23T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:42:52.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5th grade no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSLy7scDmI/AAAAAAAAABE/_it9IMS_iJw/s1600-h/promotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSLy7scDmI/AAAAAAAAABE/_it9IMS_iJw/s320/promotion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072332787459821154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we attended Ben's 5th grade promotion (graduation).  It was a very nice program and I really held it together until they showed the kindergarten graduation picture of my boy.  Even thinking about it makes me cry.  He was so little, and now he is so little...compared to the big hairy scary 8th graders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben did very well in his end of year state exams (TAKS).  He had commended performance on both Reading and Science and was only 2 questions away from commended on Math.  He is looking forward to being a 6th grader at a vanguard middle school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-4310347409222674081?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4310347409222674081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=4310347409222674081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4310347409222674081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/4310347409222674081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/5th-grade-no-more.html' title='5th grade no more...'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSLy7scDmI/AAAAAAAAABE/_it9IMS_iJw/s72-c/promotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7546730114062938131</id><published>2007-05-20T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:00:57.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been adopted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSLZbscDlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_JltgW0Znl4/s1600-h/dog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSLZbscDlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_JltgW0Znl4/s320/dog+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072332349373156946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home last week and found a dog sleeping on our porch. He stayed all week, but we couldn't get anywhere near him. Saturday morning he decided that we were the ones and can't stand for us to be out of sight. Ben is thrilled to have a dog, but is finding that training isn't as easy as he thought. We still are looking for the owner, but a dog is definitely in our future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  May 30th - Dog was adopted by an elderly lady and her daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7546730114062938131?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7546730114062938131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7546730114062938131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7546730114062938131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7546730114062938131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/weve-been-adopted.html' title='We&apos;ve been adopted!'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSLZbscDlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_JltgW0Znl4/s72-c/dog+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-7540357033308282425</id><published>2007-05-03T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:03:17.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben meets favorite author</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSMH7scDnI/AAAAAAAAABM/-OKkK6XY_2U/s1600-h/me+%26+rick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSMH7scDnI/AAAAAAAAABM/-OKkK6XY_2U/s320/me+%26+rick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333148237074034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ben got to meet his favorite author, Rick Riordan.  Mr. Riordan's newest book, The Titan's Curse,  came out Tuesday, and there was a book signing in Timbuktu, Houston on Thursday.  Amidst Zeus' thunderbolts and Houston's famous torrential downpours and resulting flashflooding, many drenched fans both young and young-at-heart, gathered at a teeny tiny bookshop to have their copies signed.  Mr. Riordan spoke for a couple of minutes and then allowed time for questions.  We were only #65 in line, and he took several minutes to speak with us and sign Ben's books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-7540357033308282425?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7540357033308282425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=7540357033308282425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7540357033308282425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/7540357033308282425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/ben-meets-favorite-author.html' title='Ben meets favorite author'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSMH7scDnI/AAAAAAAAABM/-OKkK6XY_2U/s72-c/me+%26+rick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1619826917444283761</id><published>2007-04-21T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:06:44.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ben celebrated his birthday by go-karting.  None of his friends had ever driven anything, so it really was a BASH!  A good time was had by all and we came home and had birthday cake and played basketball.  Fun!  Ben received so many video game gifts that I'm afraid he'll turn into a shriveled up white raisin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1619826917444283761?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1619826917444283761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1619826917444283761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1619826917444283761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1619826917444283761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/bens-birthday-bash.html' title='Ben&apos;s Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3870898740927238127</id><published>2007-04-15T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:04:56.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimcidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSMd7scDoI/AAAAAAAAABU/m9muqp-xFKs/s1600-h/dissection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSMd7scDoI/AAAAAAAAABU/m9muqp-xFKs/s320/dissection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333526194196098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim has recovered from her fabulous trip to St. Louis for the NSTA conference.  My students aren't even grossed out by the brain dissection pictures...I've taught them well!  I won a trip to the American Wilderness Leadership School near Jackson, WY.  I'll be spending a week there this summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of creative outlets this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bookbinding - start my photo album next week.  1 book finished.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beading - I created a lapis lazuli &amp; gold necklace and bracelet combo that the instructor liked so much she copied the design to make a matching one.  10 necklaces finished.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stamping - Heather &amp; I love stamp camp.  We are making slider cards next month.  Look for our designs in your mailbox!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We still go to work most days and play Settlers of Catan with our friends once a month.  Summer is only 6 weeks away....I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3870898740927238127?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3870898740927238127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3870898740927238127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3870898740927238127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3870898740927238127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/kimcidents.html' title='Kimcidents'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_0UcMUNF7otc/RmSMd7scDoI/AAAAAAAAABU/m9muqp-xFKs/s72-c/dissection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-1463418279690589494</id><published>2007-04-15T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:15:22.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate News</title><content type='html'>Nate has been researching the next blackpowder rifle he wants to make.  That handcart trek reminded him of how he used to have fun.  He has even agreed to schedule a day to clean out the garage to make a workshop.  He must be serious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate was also extremely disappointed that his, oops...we mean Ben's pinewood derby car didn't win top honors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-1463418279690589494?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1463418279690589494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=1463418279690589494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1463418279690589494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/1463418279690589494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/nate-news.html' title='Nate News'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188133387274956761.post-3869275470092238080</id><published>2007-04-15T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:09:30.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Happenings</title><content type='html'>Ben went to the district pinewood derby and came in 17th out of 34 Webelos much to his disappointment. He really thought he would take home the championship trophy. I guess learning how to handle disappointment is easier when you are 10 than when you are 20. At least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's birthday is Tuesday and he'll be 11. He wants to race go-carts for his party and so we've sent out the e-vite to his friends. He wishes that his cousin could come from Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just paid the "graduation fee" for 5th grade graduation. Ben's graduation will be May 22nd. Please join us if you would like to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188133387274956761-3869275470092238080?l=ottosenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3869275470092238080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188133387274956761&amp;postID=3869275470092238080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3869275470092238080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188133387274956761/posts/default/3869275470092238080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ottosenfamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/ben-happenings.html' title='Ben Happenings'/><author><name>Kimpromptu</name><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
