<?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-5570959527392953450</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:11:46.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan and Rex</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570959527392953450.post-4625960406901244568</id><published>2008-12-01T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:37:13.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, memories &amp; fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent Thanksgiving at Korahle &amp;amp; Ron's house. We all helped make part of the dinner. I made pies - chocolate, apple, banana, pecan &amp;amp; pumpkin; and one of the stuffed turkeys. (Yes, the pecan pie is missing a sliver. It HAD to be sampled before dinner.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274936974011216786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRXOuSDM5I/AAAAAAAAALs/cWZGvDp1DTk/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&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;There were lots of us around the tables to stuff our faces. However, this was the first year in her life that Alisha wasn't there with us which was pretty sad! She was in Texas where she ate prime rib instead of turkey with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rex &amp;amp; Susan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927923273825234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRO_5qGe9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3iTWO9HZQqE/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex, Sheena, Taylor &amp;amp; Cody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927916133554226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRO_fDumDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Mi0lXglqVyU/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cody, Adriane, Grandma, Korahle &amp;amp; Rex:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927902004257490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRO-qbCotI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RVvW0oEeC2k/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brooklyn, Birdie &amp;amp; Zach:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927892285296674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRO-GN3ECI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MXd-i09FTHo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gary, Ron, Little B, Brandon holding Brody, Casey, Christene &amp;amp; Ashli (hiding her belly, baby Kyra is due on Christmas):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927882445115730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRO9hjx0VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gcCpOxfAq2k/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cousins, Taylor and Birdie aka Candace, have become fast friends!! Watch out for these two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRQS0OGl2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/4MGPbiuXnBs/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274929347743356770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRQS0OGl2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/4MGPbiuXnBs/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRQScz5EaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ogAN7f5mXP4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274929341459403170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRQScz5EaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ogAN7f5mXP4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriane was home from Fresno State Univ. for the holiday. I always love having her around. We had a relaxing and fun time....we saw 2 movies, Twilight (Adriane is in love with a vampire now) and Four Christmases - go see it if you need to laugh!! It's really funny!! We did some shopping and we ate, ate, ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRSGRK6cPI/AAAAAAAAALM/tgn2y-yTsxo/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931331199561970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRSGRK6cPI/AAAAAAAAALM/tgn2y-yTsxo/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody &amp;amp; Adriane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRSFi_LtSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nbX8Y2UZo-Y/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931318802330914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRSFi_LtSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nbX8Y2UZo-Y/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheena &amp;amp; Adriane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRYTfLrHEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A-JS4ENGl9g/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274938155368913986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRYTfLrHEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A-JS4ENGl9g/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother/daughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; memorable thing about this Thanksgiving will be the memories of Rex helping with the dishes. For those of you that know Rex you'll understand!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274933743481311538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRUSrns0TI/AAAAAAAAALc/XmlutJ5NuZA/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274933757338740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRUTfPkZ0I/AAAAAAAAALk/N0wjugjYlLM/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5570959527392953450-4625960406901244568?l=susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4625960406901244568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5570959527392953450&amp;postID=4625960406901244568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/4625960406901244568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/4625960406901244568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-memories-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving, memories &amp; fun...'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/STRXOuSDM5I/AAAAAAAAALs/cWZGvDp1DTk/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570959527392953450.post-8829909583003805419</id><published>2008-11-19T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:45:38.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what a year does in the life of a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSTzrTdj5qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xriS7HEgNyU/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270605389214508706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSTzrTdj5qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xriS7HEgNyU/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This picture was taken one year ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;on a beautiful fall afternoon at Murray Park with Taylor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remember being amazed that she had no fear of the ducks and geese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270605853961819938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SST0GWx9FyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vxsIHU9gv6k/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This was taken today, same place - Murray Park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;on the same kind of beautiful fall day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with little Miss Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes, she was pretty much bossing the ducks around! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love being a grandma and spending time with Taylor! I'm so lucky to be able to spend so much time with her and I love watching her grow and learn. As you can see from these pictures, she's sure grown a bunch in the past year. I feel so blessed to have such a beautiful grandaughter...Thanks Cody &amp;amp; Sheena&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, I got to thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you read my post about my daughters growing up with horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well, I hope to be starting this again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but with my grandaughter growing up with horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Problem is that Cody doesn't like horses much and Sheena hasn't had the chance to fall in love with them yet, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:) :)Sorry mom &amp;amp; dad, I think she's hooked :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270608082287087250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SST2ID8GTpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8inyqZyPpPs/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aunt Adriane teaching Taylor how to ride Rosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5570959527392953450-8829909583003805419?l=susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8829909583003805419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5570959527392953450&amp;postID=8829909583003805419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/8829909583003805419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/8829909583003805419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-year-does-in-life-of-child.html' title='Look what a year does in the life of a child...'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSTzrTdj5qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xriS7HEgNyU/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570959527392953450.post-8266373154044283542</id><published>2008-11-17T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:44:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 years in one place leaves alot of memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJOy8p5GXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9818Via49TM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269861151159163250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJOy8p5GXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9818Via49TM/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a hard day for Beth (Rex's mom). She closed on the sale of her home of 50 years. About a year ago she moved into an apartment at the Legacy Retirement Center. It's a really nice place where there is always someone there if she should need something. They cook and serve her meals in a beautiful dining room, clean her apartment and provide wonderful opportunites for entertainment and companionship. She wasn't keen on the idea of moving from her home, but after a fall where she broke her arm it was evident that she wouldn't be able to live alone anymore. She has been there just over a year and is adjusting to her new living arrangements somewhat. She doesn't participate as much as we would like her to, but seems content. We wish her continued good health and happiness!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJIICJ4OgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J9MKC2yl0jw/s1600-h/1961+Look+at+their+crazy+faces!+Barbara,+Ted,+Korahle+and+Rex+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269853816831359490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJIICJ4OgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J9MKC2yl0jw/s200/1961+Look+at+their+crazy+faces!+Barbara,+Ted,+Korahle+and+Rex+Smith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJIabK_XnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lAwl4HpJSOk/s1600-h/1968+Rex+Smith+as+fireman%27s+mascot+with+dad+Ed+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269854132784553586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJIabK_XnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lAwl4HpJSOk/s200/1968+Rex+Smith+as+fireman%27s+mascot+with+dad+Ed+Smith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJJJHKnZ3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9za857Fw_8U/s1600-h/1988+Pink+Table+on+Kingston+Way+at+Beth+%26+Ed%27s+-+Casey,+Cody,+Ashli+and+Alisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269854934868125554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJJJHKnZ3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9za857Fw_8U/s200/1988+Pink+Table+on+Kingston+Way+at+Beth+%26+Ed%27s+-+Casey,+Cody,+Ashli+and+Alisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJKsROlNLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AOHMcIWlwzc/s1600-h/1982+Ed+and+Beth+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856638376162482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJKsROlNLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AOHMcIWlwzc/s200/1982+Ed+and+Beth+Smith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJM_wKjPRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bq7dooiAb9U/s1600-h/1991+July+4th+Grandpa+Ed+Smith+with+Cody++%26+Adriane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269859172121525522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJM_wKjPRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bq7dooiAb9U/s200/1991+July+4th+Grandpa+Ed+Smith+with+Cody++%26+Adriane.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJNrSJ0D4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QRfafbyaNOY/s1600-h/1964+Ed+and+Beth+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269859919979614082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJNrSJ0D4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QRfafbyaNOY/s200/1964+Ed+and+Beth+Smith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fond memories of family, friends and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJQx19bw5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/y7wSbWg-Zxo/s1600-h/1979+Ed+and+Beth+Smith+in+backyard+on+Kingston+Way+in+Murray,+Utah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269863331205464978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJQx19bw5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/y7wSbWg-Zxo/s200/1979+Ed+and+Beth+Smith+in+backyard+on+Kingston+Way+in+Murray,+Utah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJSZW-ksEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/d0i7dyjAAaM/s1600-h/1996++6-12+Doris,+Beth,+Mildred,+Forest+on+Beth%27s+Temple+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269865109595140162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJSZW-ksEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/d0i7dyjAAaM/s200/1996++6-12+Doris,+Beth,+Mildred,+Forest+on+Beth%27s+Temple+Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJRmumi_yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YPBZBztKRIk/s1600-h/1988+Alisha+Smith+with+grandpa+Ed+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864239763488546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJRmumi_yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YPBZBztKRIk/s200/1988+Alisha+Smith+with+grandpa+Ed+Smith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJRMMEVRGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZqI7IdwFdLA/s1600-h/1990+Family+Reunion+at+Beth+%26+Ed%27s+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269863783816578146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJRMMEVRGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZqI7IdwFdLA/s200/1990+Family+Reunion+at+Beth+%26+Ed%27s+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJSZlR0huI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ibcot3EfPbE/s1600-h/1999+Ed+Smith%27s+beautiful+flowers+on+Kingston+Way.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269865113433966306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJSZlR0huI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ibcot3EfPbE/s200/1999+Ed+Smith%27s+beautiful+flowers+on+Kingston+Way.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2006 was our last Christmas at Grandma's house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJVTf1Z8-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yBG0RtoLu80/s1600-h/korahle+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269868307428275170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJVTf1Z8-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yBG0RtoLu80/s200/korahle+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJUqVz7OvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GcQBkkisybQ/s1600-h/2006+Alisha,+Ashli,+Kristene+and+Adriane+(front).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269867600363076338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJUqVz7OvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GcQBkkisybQ/s200/2006+Alisha,+Ashli,+Kristene+and+Adriane+(front).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJUquUSSCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJqkhiF1SLA/s1600-h/2006+Rex+and+Susan+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269867606941255714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJUquUSSCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJqkhiF1SLA/s200/2006+Rex+and+Susan+Smith.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5570959527392953450-8266373154044283542?l=susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8266373154044283542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5570959527392953450&amp;postID=8266373154044283542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/8266373154044283542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/8266373154044283542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-years-in-one-place-leaves-alot-of.html' title='50 years in one place leaves alot of memories...'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJOy8p5GXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9818Via49TM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570959527392953450.post-264100659516070385</id><published>2008-11-17T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:24:12.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home away from home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSI-6zpapPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r_fJUuaTnu4/s1600-h/Feb+08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843693994157298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSI-6zpapPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r_fJUuaTnu4/s320/Feb+08+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269847586941477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJCdaAYohI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BOxJfXJmXFs/s320/Feb+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Adriane called me to tell me that she loves my blog. I want to tell her that I love her and her 2 wonderful roomates, Jill and Asheline! They make Adriane's apartment like a home...they are cool like that! Also I want to say thanks to them for letting me hang out at their place when I come to Fresno for visits. Thanks girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845291759468898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSJAXzyWgWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oJZbfKHzphc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&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/5570959527392953450-264100659516070385?l=susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/264100659516070385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5570959527392953450&amp;postID=264100659516070385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/264100659516070385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/264100659516070385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home away from home...'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSI-6zpapPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r_fJUuaTnu4/s72-c/Feb+08+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570959527392953450.post-4962715123416045400</id><published>2008-11-15T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:26:05.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because My Daughters Grew Up With Horses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could say that I wrote this, but I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see so much truth in it though....and so I wanted to share it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Susan &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDHSLZ6gDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/70h40d2iy-E/s1600-h/1996+Adriane+Smith+with+Dawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269430679136534578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDHSLZ6gDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/70h40d2iy-E/s320/1996+Adriane+Smith+with+Dawn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDG8Wv3MhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5qkk1FfXLAY/s1600-h/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269430304224260626" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDG8Wv3MhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5qkk1FfXLAY/s320/072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"My daughter turned sixteen years old today; which is a milestone for most people. Besides looking at baby photos and childhood t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_etwnj2XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tFsDJz0RKag/s1600-h/2003+Adriane+with+Chase,+Alisha+with+Rosie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269174966773078386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_etwnj2XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tFsDJz0RKag/s320/2003+Adriane+with+Chase,+Alisha+with+Rosie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rinkets with her, I took time to reflect on the young woman my daughter had become and the choices she would face in the future. As I looked at her I could see the athlete she was, and determined woman she would soon be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I started thinking about some girls we knew in our town who were already pregnant, pierced in several places, hair every color under the sun, drop outs, drug addicts and on the fast tract to nowhere, seeking surface identities because they had no inner self esteem. The parents of these same girls have asked me why I "waste" the money on horses so my daughter can ride. I'm told she will grow out of it, lose interest, discover boys, and all kinds of things that try to pin the current generation's "slacker" label on my child. I don't think it will happen, I think she will love and have horses all her life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDSs0AqBeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O7Q95H7QpKY/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443231340955106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDSs0AqBeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O7Q95H7QpKY/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she has compassion. She knows that we must take special care of the very young and the very old. We must make sure those without voices to speak of their pain are still cared for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned responsibility for others than herself. She learned that regardless of the weather you must still care for those you have the stewardship of. There are no "days off" just because you don't feel like being a horse owner that day. She learned that for every hour of fun you have there are days of hard slogging work you must do first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDStYCHYHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rmGBrDm-hOs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443241010749554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDStYCHYHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rmGBrDm-hOs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned not to be afraid of getting dirty and that appearances don't matter to most breathing things in the world we live in. Horses do not care about designer clothes, jewelry, pretty hairdos or anything else we put on our bodies to try to impress others. What a horse cares about are your abilities to work within his natural world, he doesn't care if you're wearing $80.00 jeans while you do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned about sex and how it can both enrich and complicate lives. She learned that it only takes one time to produce a baby, and the only way to ensure babies aren't produced is not to breed. She learned how babies are planned, made, born &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDGD72ReXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zzs3L14gTog/s1600-h/2004+-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269429334930717042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDGD72ReXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zzs3L14gTog/s320/2004+-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, sadly, sometimes die before reaching their potential. She learned how sleepless nights and trying to outsmart a crafty old broodmare could result in getting to see, as non-horse owning people rarely do, the birth of a true miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDGeAi6N9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1qPBRhIblVs/s1600-h/065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269429782868277202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDGeAi6N9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1qPBRhIblVs/s320/065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she understands the value of money. Every dollar can be translated into bales of hay, bags of feed or farrier visits. Purchasing non-necessities during lean times can mean the difference between feed and good care, or neglect and starvation. She has learned to judge the level of her care against the care she sees provided by others and to make sure her standards never lower, and only increase as her knowledge grows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDTUTtyhpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xB2oWFdPf0I/s1600-h/051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443909866653330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDTUTtyhpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xB2oWFdPf0I/s320/051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horse she has learned to learn on her own. She has had teachers that cannot speak, nor write, nor communicate beyond body language and reactions. She has had to learn to "read" her surrounding for both safe and unsafe objects, to look for hazards where others might only see a pretty meadow. She has learned to judge people as she judges horses. She looks beyond appearances and trappings to see what is within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_ZvRJfVbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/b9qvMXjiFHw/s1600-h/067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269169495127053746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_ZvRJfVbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/b9qvMXjiFHw/s320/067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned sportsmanship to a high degree. Everyone that competes fairly is a winner. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_Z_CBKIJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RdUq-sa5r0U/s1600-h/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269169765943484562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_Z_CBKIJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RdUq-sa5r0U/s320/044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trophies and ribbons may prove someone a winner, but they do not prove someone is a horseman. She has also learned that some people will do anything to win, regardless of who it hurts. She knows that those who will cheat in the show ring will also cheat in other aspects of their life and are not to be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with horses she has self-esteem and an engaging personality. She can talk to anyone she meets with confidence, because she has to express herself to her horse with more than words. She knows the s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_cfk3oUVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nD2OcGTMIHw/s1600-h/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269172524077830482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_cfk3oUVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nD2OcGTMIHw/s320/073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atisfaction of controlling and teaching a 1000+ pound animal that will yield willingly to her gentle touch and ignore the more forceful and inept handling of those stronger than she is. She holds herself with poise and professionalism in the company of those far older than herself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because my daughter grew up with&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDO6ACC7cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qw0-q2QG5Rk/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269439059859795394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDO6ACC7cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qw0-q2QG5Rk/s320/027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; horses she has learned to plan ahead. She knows that choices made today can effect what happens five years down the road. She knows that you cannot care for and protect your investments without savings to fall back on. She knows the value of land and buildings. And that caring for your vehicle can mean the difference between easy travel or being stranded on the side of the road with a four horse trailer on a hot day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I look at what she has learned and what it will help her become, I can honestly say the I haven't "wasted" a penny on providing her with horses. I only wish that all children had the same opportunities to learn these lessons from horses before setting out on the road to adulthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Annonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And...horses are still a part of their lives&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269434963617675186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDLLkV0d7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lg6lR6t8f98/s320/2008+Rex,+Alisha+and+Susan+at+Alisha%27s+office+in+Fort+Worth,+TX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rex, Alisha &amp;amp; Susan in front of Alisha's office&lt;br /&gt;at the American Paint Horse Association in Fort Worth, Texas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269174461059047650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR_eQUr8IOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tsd661N7ogU/s320/2008+Adriane+Fresno+State+Horse+Show.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Adriane competing as a horsemanship rider on Fresno State University NCAA Equestrian Team &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5570959527392953450-4962715123416045400?l=susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4962715123416045400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5570959527392953450&amp;postID=4962715123416045400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/4962715123416045400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/4962715123416045400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-my-daughters-grew-up-with.html' title='Because My Daughters Grew Up With Horses...'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SSDHSLZ6gDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/70h40d2iy-E/s72-c/1996+Adriane+Smith+with+Dawn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570959527392953450.post-3898077773530353830</id><published>2008-11-15T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:36:02.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-rTNMtsDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-6feYL5AbGA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269118435495620658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-rTNMtsDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-6feYL5AbGA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I've decided to get with the program and start my own blog. My family is spread out so this will be a fun way for me to send you each a bit of "back home".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Winter seems to have come too soon this fall.   My daughters, Alisha &amp;amp; Adriane who live in places without snow...Texas &amp;amp; California...say they miss this. However, my son Cody is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure so that he can soon hit the slopes on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skis&lt;/span&gt;! I think I could do without it until Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5570959527392953450-3898077773530353830?l=susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3898077773530353830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5570959527392953450&amp;postID=3898077773530353830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/3898077773530353830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5570959527392953450/posts/default/3898077773530353830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanandrexsmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time'/><author><name>Susan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364951609603482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-nzzqXlvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tclh9WgF8ws/S220/Alisha+2008+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qal5B8PDfc4/SR-rTNMtsDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-6feYL5AbGA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
