<?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-5170649875899994315</id><updated>2012-02-14T17:32:18.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Combes Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8688641720873885489</id><published>2010-03-01T10:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:01:42.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>returning to Haiti</title><content type='html'>Five days ago, I booked my flight; I will be leading a medical team down to Three Angels on Saturday.  I am very thankful for this opportunity to travel to Haiti.  I look forward to the work that God has planned for this team.  This team was formed prior to January 12.  It seems this team of 10 are doctors, nurses, lab technicians, and other volunteers who have never been to Haiti.  I have been to Haiti 8 times, but this will be a different Haiti.  Haiti can be an emotionally hard place to visit; I'm sure I will feel the depth of pain even deeper.  I do pray that God breaks my heart for this country and that I never become immune to their pain.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vqVapF1FI/AAAAAAAABQA/o8irdnr5fbo/s1600-h/100_5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443702228257199186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vqVapF1FI/AAAAAAAABQA/o8irdnr5fbo/s320/100_5584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also look forward to spending time with Nicky.  Mike took this photo of Nicky in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vpnIXTfHI/AAAAAAAABP4/RPZyWkT5GXU/s1600-h/100_5578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443701433076776050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vpnIXTfHI/AAAAAAAABP4/RPZyWkT5GXU/s320/100_5578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A photo Mike took of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastation&lt;/span&gt;.  I do not know where this building is located; somewhere on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Delmas&lt;/span&gt; judging from the letters on the wall.  I can only imagine what my eyes will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vlu-8Q3iI/AAAAAAAABPw/xH2yBdlGCUk/s1600-h/100_5580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443697169939881506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vlu-8Q3iI/AAAAAAAABPw/xH2yBdlGCUk/s320/100_5580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are some of the cracks in the structure of the orphanage.  Behind this crack is where the older children slept and played.  Praise God that it didn't collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vk8gAZ7tI/AAAAAAAABPg/2TjKkyxo7NE/s1600-h/0118101127a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443696302642294482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vk8gAZ7tI/AAAAAAAABPg/2TjKkyxo7NE/s320/0118101127a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behind this wall is where the guest staff room is located.  It where Kaitlyn slept for the three months she was in Haiti.  The specific cracks are attached to the newly installed bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vkbYi1esI/AAAAAAAABPY/TrjF4Ft-zCI/s1600-h/0118101129b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443695733703539394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vkbYi1esI/AAAAAAAABPY/TrjF4Ft-zCI/s320/0118101129b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Nicky.  Sometimes I cannot believe how brave Mike was to travel to Haiti with not much of a plan.  I am looking forward to giving Nicky a HUG when I see him on Saturday.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8688641720873885489?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8688641720873885489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8688641720873885489&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8688641720873885489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8688641720873885489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2010/03/returning-to-haiti.html' title='returning to Haiti'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S4vqVapF1FI/AAAAAAAABQA/o8irdnr5fbo/s72-c/100_5584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6985856658214639061</id><published>2010-02-14T19:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:08:57.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today it's been one month and two days since the earthquake devestated Haiti.  My heart grieves for this country.  I am missing this country; my friends that live there and call this country their home.  I miss the resilience that my friends have.  I miss their joy; I miss hearing about their faith in God.  I miss the smells; the sights; the sounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I long to spend time there again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3idYn6yVuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nJk9P3WgJ1U/s1600-h/100_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438269596407846626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3idYn6yVuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nJk9P3WgJ1U/s320/100_5293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I captured these photos just over two months ago.  I suspect that this wall is no longer standing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3idITp5tNI/AAAAAAAABPI/AzT5-iN2HD4/s1600-h/100_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438269316090410194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3idITp5tNI/AAAAAAAABPI/AzT5-iN2HD4/s320/100_5285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a photo I took at the Baptist Mission.  It is in the mountains that are above Petion Ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3ic4ArtxZI/AAAAAAAABPA/8gOvPq_KN8Q/s1600-h/100_5169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438269036119836050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3ic4ArtxZI/AAAAAAAABPA/8gOvPq_KN8Q/s320/100_5169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the gift that Haiti has given to me.  Guerwens, my first grandchild.  My first grandson.  He is love.  He is Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3iceao1BkI/AAAAAAAABO4/ms53SbMIvwE/s1600-h/Kaitlyn,+Guerwens+and+Karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438268596410451522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3iceao1BkI/AAAAAAAABO4/ms53SbMIvwE/s320/Kaitlyn,+Guerwens+and+Karen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5170649875899994315-6985856658214639061?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6985856658214639061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6985856658214639061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6985856658214639061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6985856658214639061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-haiti.html' title='missing haiti'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S3idYn6yVuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nJk9P3WgJ1U/s72-c/100_5293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1188195078688717886</id><published>2010-01-13T17:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:16:37.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still and Know that I am God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update: just heard from a missionary friend of mine, Megan, that Nicky is alive and his family are all okay. I am so thankful! Thanks for your prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S05LqMZyFmI/AAAAAAAABOk/dancy3avhms/s1600-h/100_5190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426357789283980898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S05LqMZyFmI/AAAAAAAABOk/dancy3avhms/s320/100_5190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a photo of Nickenson Pierre (Nicky). This was taken just 5 weeks ago in Petion Ville at at the Methodist Guest House. Nicky cried so hard when I left as he was so worried he would never see me again. He was literally sobbing big time tears! The poor guy; I tried to reassure him that I would be back. A Haitian man, John Bellefleour, who is an English translator, was there and tried to help Nicky understand that it was in God's control. If God desired it, we would meet again. Thank you, Mr. Bellefleour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S05KsoKWaHI/AAAAAAAABOc/qAztpQttI94/s1600-h/100_5172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426356731583555698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S05KsoKWaHI/AAAAAAAABOc/qAztpQttI94/s320/100_5172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nicky with his mom and little brother) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dear Lord: I pray that I will see Nicky again on earth, but if it's Your will, please comfort Nicky. Let him know that we love him and that we are praying for him. Please comfort his Mom and brothers and his grandmother who lived with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is happening in Haiti is so tragic that no words can rightly be expressed. This small island nation has nothing. When they talk on CNN about it being dark and now they have no electricity... well, most Haitians do not have electricity at all, and the ones that do, well, it is only operating a few hours in the night. My big concern is also the water. Clean water is not readily available for many Haitians....now this is made worse. There are so few hospitals on a good day that do not efficiently operate to help the sick. Now, this is compounded by the injured and then the collapse of some of the hospitals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I know that God is in control. There are stories from our friends down there that in the early morning hours, the only sounds that you could hear were Haitians singing and praying to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please consider coming with me to Haiti sometime. It is a country that will never leave your heart. &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/5170649875899994315-1188195078688717886?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1188195078688717886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1188195078688717886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1188195078688717886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1188195078688717886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-still-and-know-that-i-am-god.html' title='Be Still and Know that I am God'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/S05LqMZyFmI/AAAAAAAABOk/dancy3avhms/s72-c/100_5190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1608658420791810529</id><published>2009-11-08T17:22:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:11:13.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a fun weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all began when Emma arrived on Thursday afternoon. She drove all the way from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pisgah&lt;/span&gt; Forest, North Carolina. It was so nice to have her here. On Friday, Emma and I had a field trip to Jungle Jim's, which is an international grocery store and it's considered a tourist destination. We even saw many groups on tours. It was a cool store, but honestly, I was very disappointed in their Russian foods....two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; shelves.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Friday at 5pm, Nick decided to make the drive down to Cincinnati. It's a five hour drive, so I totally understood his tough decision. I had been planting seeds all week about K&amp;amp;N coming down. So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; after 6pm, Kaitlyn decided to join him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick picked up Kaitlyn and they kept driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to make this a surprise for Mike! At 11pm, Mike and I were sitting in the family room and in they walked. The look on Mike's face was priceless! He was so surprised. And, he is not easy to surprise (or is that I have HARD time keeping a surprise from him??).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday at noon, we all went to Julia's basketball game. Unfortunately, they lost, but we all had fun watching our little defensive star. Glad she doesn't have to guard me! Whew! She's tough.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdUGV9V44I/AAAAAAAABOU/BVA5bVmyjRQ/s1600-h/100_5015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401878746004579202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdUGV9V44I/AAAAAAAABOU/BVA5bVmyjRQ/s320/100_5015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kobe absolutely loves Emma!!! Emma is a dog lover, too. Check out Kobe's tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdT6-FlW7I/AAAAAAAABOM/lnY7VhAdO-Q/s1600-h/100_5016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401878550618135474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdT6-FlW7I/AAAAAAAABOM/lnY7VhAdO-Q/s320/100_5016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we went to Wilson Elementary. They are celebrating 50 years of education. The chorus sand some fun songs through the decades. Julia loves chorus! (do you see her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdTxa6qnrI/AAAAAAAABOE/pOP1A1AgXnM/s1600-h/100_5018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401878386558279346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdTxa6qnrI/AAAAAAAABOE/pOP1A1AgXnM/s320/100_5018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are three of her best friends, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camryn&lt;/span&gt;, Emma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lemya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdTbnvf4hI/AAAAAAAABN8/mL9y3k4j-wY/s1600-h/100_5030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401878012043977234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdTbnvf4hI/AAAAAAAABN8/mL9y3k4j-wY/s320/100_5030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaitlyn and Julia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdS9DKpB5I/AAAAAAAABN0/62DgL1bjmro/s1600-h/100_5028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401877486829635474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdS9DKpB5I/AAAAAAAABN0/62DgL1bjmro/s320/100_5028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim joined the Drama Club at the Middle school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;. They had their Dinner Theatre performance last night. It was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; review. He had a couple solos and got to dance! It was a lot of fun. (maybe I'll try to upload the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdSjyGMUzI/AAAAAAAABNs/N2XMw2xnj1c/s1600-h/100_5043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401877052750844722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdSjyGMUzI/AAAAAAAABNs/N2XMw2xnj1c/s320/100_5043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids! We all enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Graeter's&lt;/span&gt; Ice Cream afterwards to celebrate the two performances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdSWzmnEBI/AAAAAAAABNk/7cGeqczeXxU/s1600-h/100_5049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401876829816950802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdSWzmnEBI/AAAAAAAABNk/7cGeqczeXxU/s320/100_5049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to church and out to lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt;. Emma left around 2pm and K&amp;amp;N around 2:20pm. Thank you so much for coming to visit! My heart was overfilling with love for my family! Thank you, Jesus! We had many laughs....many at my expense. I don't care. Laughing does my heart good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, Mike and Julia raked leaves! They had a blast. It was a beautiful day and Julia loved jumping in the leaves, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's Julia?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdFkiyFQ3I/AAAAAAAABNU/D8SRluAF8KI/s1600-h/100_5069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401862772168672114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdFkiyFQ3I/AAAAAAAABNU/D8SRluAF8KI/s320/100_5069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the leaves....with Kobe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdFKWhm95I/AAAAAAAABNM/OQ-5HY5FCCM/s1600-h/100_5077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401862322201753490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdFKWhm95I/AAAAAAAABNM/OQ-5HY5FCCM/s320/100_5077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike brought the ladder out for her to jump from! Lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdE8OjBRuI/AAAAAAAABNE/roQTMk3xb2w/s1600-h/100_5079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401862079542019810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdE8OjBRuI/AAAAAAAABNE/roQTMk3xb2w/s320/100_5079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1608658420791810529?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1608658420791810529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1608658420791810529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1608658420791810529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1608658420791810529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvdUGV9V44I/AAAAAAAABOU/BVA5bVmyjRQ/s72-c/100_5015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-601141199553406536</id><published>2009-11-05T12:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:31:53.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carvin' Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a tradition for Mike and I to take the kids to pick out pumpkins at a farm type place, rather than just getting them at a grocery store.  When we lived in Michigan, we used to go to a fabulous place called Uncle Johns Cider Mill.  As the name suggests, they also had a apple orchard and they made their own apple cider.  To this day, it's the best apple cider ever!  We could all watch as the big machine pressed the apples to make the cider.  They also made delicious donuts, pies and other fall treats.  The past two years, we've managed to find a local farm that opens a modest fall fest.  I didn't get to go this year, but Mike said it was disappointing.  They did get pumpkins....and here are the results of the carvings...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKYPaApKI/AAAAAAAABM8/xxBVHgw2p2I/s1600-h/100_4951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400671789716120738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKYPaApKI/AAAAAAAABM8/xxBVHgw2p2I/s320/100_4951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike, Tim, Julia and Kassity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKLycQVmI/AAAAAAAABM0/lZX4mT8ViYY/s1600-h/100_4962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400671575782479458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKLycQVmI/AAAAAAAABM0/lZX4mT8ViYY/s320/100_4962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim cleaning out the "insides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKAamX-LI/AAAAAAAABMs/ZmFjlitQexY/s1600-h/100_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400671380403910834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKAamX-LI/AAAAAAAABMs/ZmFjlitQexY/s320/100_4964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia...so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMJ3mGXeuI/AAAAAAAABMk/CtbAISLTSN4/s1600-h/100_4974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400671228872063714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMJ3mGXeuI/AAAAAAAABMk/CtbAISLTSN4/s320/100_4974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(except the pumpkin seeds...yummy) &lt;div&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/5170649875899994315-601141199553406536?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/601141199553406536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=601141199553406536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/601141199553406536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/601141199553406536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/carvin-pumpkins.html' title='Carvin&apos; Pumpkins'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SvMKYPaApKI/AAAAAAAABM8/xxBVHgw2p2I/s72-c/100_4951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3651236908374949278</id><published>2009-08-31T09:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:28:13.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tim's first day of school, he wore this shirt.....well, so did other 8th graders.  He is a WEB Leader.  That stands for "Where Everyone Belongs."  He is a mentor to a group of 7th graders and helps them this school year.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvPCNq4_uI/AAAAAAAABMc/FhiBX4j0Ybw/s1600-h/100_4889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376118217133063906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvPCNq4_uI/AAAAAAAABMc/FhiBX4j0Ybw/s320/100_4889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia started school with her left arm in a sling due to her broken collar bone.  She is healing and will soon be able to start soccer.  She had a great first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvO5LsRI8I/AAAAAAAABMU/aojFCIRwBKc/s1600-h/100_4892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376118061983146946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvO5LsRI8I/AAAAAAAABMU/aojFCIRwBKc/s320/100_4892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids at the neighborhood bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvOt05kRcI/AAAAAAAABMM/RMKUnMxkQiE/s1600-h/100_4893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376117866886350274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvOt05kRcI/AAAAAAAABMM/RMKUnMxkQiE/s320/100_4893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5170649875899994315-3651236908374949278?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3651236908374949278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3651236908374949278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3651236908374949278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3651236908374949278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-am-i.html' title='WHO AM I?'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SpvPCNq4_uI/AAAAAAAABMc/FhiBX4j0Ybw/s72-c/100_4889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2888318763260134782</id><published>2009-08-22T09:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:05:43.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Three years ago today, Julia had open heart surgery at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Motts&lt;/span&gt; Children's Hospital in Ann Arbor, Michigan.  This is her, with her typical BIG smile, being wheeled (or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wagoned&lt;/span&gt;") to the OR.  She kept saying "I Ready!"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_3XrnTDEI/AAAAAAAABL8/EXWDgVbDO4U/s1600-h/100_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372784866692893762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_3XrnTDEI/AAAAAAAABL8/EXWDgVbDO4U/s320/100_1116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 8-10 hours later, we were finally allowed to see her in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;.  What a sight.  She wasn't awake yet and didn't know we were there.  It felt very scary but the nurses assured us that she was doing just great.  I spent the night just outside &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; in a large waiting room.  I tried to sleep on a vinyl fold out chair with many other people in the room.  It felt very uncomfortable.  Sometime during the night, I buzzed my way into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; to check on her.  I think she had been awake but was sleeping when I got in there.  Around 7am the next day, she was awake and talking.  She was very thirsty, as I remember.  Aunt Linda arrived during the early morning hours and they "tried" to play cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_3NIkC0HI/AAAAAAAABL0/BMfy-CTg9Qk/s1600-h/100_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372784685485314162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_3NIkC0HI/AAAAAAAABL0/BMfy-CTg9Qk/s320/100_1120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia spent six nights at the hospital.  I finally was allowed to sleep in the room with her.  She moved very slow, but otherwise did very well.  Kaitlyn stayed with me one night; Mike visited when he could.  Nick moved into the dorms while I was in Ann Arbor.  Tim started football.  She started second grade a week later than her friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_2GTIkKYI/AAAAAAAABLc/ACY5mYqACcQ/s1600-h/100_4850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783468552137090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_2GTIkKYI/AAAAAAAABLc/ACY5mYqACcQ/s320/100_4850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The great news is that she recently had a follow-up visit at Cincinnati Children's Hospital.  She sees a Pulmonary Hypertension Specialist every 9 months.  They do an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;echo cardiogram&lt;/span&gt; each visit.  On this last visit, Julia was put on the treadmill and hooked up to various machines that measured her oxygen outflow, her blood pressure and her heart rate.  They took her to the point where she could not go any longer.  SHE DID FANTASTIC!  They are thrilled with her progress.  Her "numbers" (meaning her blood pressure in her pulmonary artery) has been the same or stable for the last three years.  Dr. Hirsch feels this is an indicator that we can expect it to remain the same.  Hurray for you, Julia!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the prayers from family and friends were answered.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2888318763260134782?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2888318763260134782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2888318763260134782&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2888318763260134782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2888318763260134782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-years-ago.html' title='Three Years Ago'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/So_3XrnTDEI/AAAAAAAABL8/EXWDgVbDO4U/s72-c/100_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-5378606052284658063</id><published>2009-08-17T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:54:10.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sol85IR12BI/AAAAAAAABLU/3tgpGcaC6Zo/s1600-h/100_4830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961351532730386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sol85IR12BI/AAAAAAAABLU/3tgpGcaC6Zo/s320/100_4830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sol8nM2EQLI/AAAAAAAABLM/GZGuWCMmT2Q/s1600-h/100_4827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961043520766130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sol8nM2EQLI/AAAAAAAABLM/GZGuWCMmT2Q/s320/100_4827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kobe joined our family two weeks ago.  He's a Cockapoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far, so good.&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/5170649875899994315-5378606052284658063?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5378606052284658063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=5378606052284658063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5378606052284658063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5378606052284658063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/kobe.html' title='Kobe'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sol85IR12BI/AAAAAAAABLU/3tgpGcaC6Zo/s72-c/100_4830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7950513109321782493</id><published>2009-07-28T08:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:05:14.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Nick:  Michael takes a fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is live footage from the finish line of Michael's most recent mountain bike race.  Don't feel bad about laughing, Michael agrees that it is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ddab489cb00398e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ddab489cb00398e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331482141%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1461D61D03600BE360745B78F706AC56C1475C46.4F89D107ACEB3D867B7102434185C3B8F9A725B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ddab489cb00398e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpU8FHJEHOGeH2lEieqtnkeQz5qA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ddab489cb00398e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331482141%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1461D61D03600BE360745B78F706AC56C1475C46.4F89D107ACEB3D867B7102434185C3B8F9A725B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ddab489cb00398e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpU8FHJEHOGeH2lEieqtnkeQz5qA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fall right before the finish line, Michael finished in 2nd place in his age group!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7950513109321782493?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ddab489cb00398e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7950513109321782493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7950513109321782493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7950513109321782493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7950513109321782493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-nick-michael-takes-fall.html' title='For Nick:  Michael takes a fall'/><author><name>kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565743585566229828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SMBWWZwlXKI/AAAAAAAAANg/6ZKpLGWfgHw/S220/100_3529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8263663474319827407</id><published>2009-07-23T17:26:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:44:45.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...and it was a great week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjYJGDSt1I/AAAAAAAABLE/pR0d6I0AY64/s1600-h/100_4716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361773007139419986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjYJGDSt1I/AAAAAAAABLE/pR0d6I0AY64/s320/100_4716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my sisters, Karla and Kelly, and my mom, on the bridge from Newport, KY, into Cincinnati, Ohi.  They had a bar, band and food you could purchase and sit on the bridge to eat.  Wish we would have known this before we ate at Don Pablo's!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjX6_OH6lI/AAAAAAAABK8/345g1sw5Jfw/s1600-h/100_4652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361772764787632722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjX6_OH6lI/AAAAAAAABK8/345g1sw5Jfw/s320/100_4652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee at Kings Island.  We had a great day there....10am - 10pm. We were very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjXv8kKzDI/AAAAAAAABK0/FdFP698NNfw/s1600-h/100_4645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361772575096228914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjXv8kKzDI/AAAAAAAABK0/FdFP698NNfw/s320/100_4645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back:  Kelsey (12), Emma (18), Tim (13), Haley(13)&lt;br /&gt;Front:  Kylee (7), Kaylee (7), Julia (11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjXe7dGPXI/AAAAAAAABKs/IUUBH8tQ65c/s1600-h/100_4697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361772282740358514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjXe7dGPXI/AAAAAAAABKs/IUUBH8tQ65c/s320/100_4697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rod at Don Pablo's on the river....yes, we did some of this while they were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjXFo8ZdiI/AAAAAAAABKk/5vR0Dbu-sMo/s1600-h/100_4700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771848274638370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjXFo8ZdiI/AAAAAAAABKk/5vR0Dbu-sMo/s320/100_4700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee!  I just love this picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjWt5gtRLI/AAAAAAAABKc/CyTbb9mQMDw/s1600-h/100_4715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771440405038258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjWt5gtRLI/AAAAAAAABKc/CyTbb9mQMDw/s320/100_4715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim and Haley ~ best buds~ crossing the bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjWhliPZfI/AAAAAAAABKU/fehZCtwVs2g/s1600-h/100_4677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771228884329970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjWhliPZfI/AAAAAAAABKU/fehZCtwVs2g/s320/100_4677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia and Kelsey!  ~also best buds~ at Kings Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjWVHter7I/AAAAAAAABKM/Wq12P2xK99Q/s1600-h/100_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771014719975346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjWVHter7I/AAAAAAAABKM/Wq12P2xK99Q/s320/100_4703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly with her girls who are now taller than her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjVva_72mI/AAAAAAAABKE/6K9k-ng5U2c/s1600-h/100_4714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361770367062628962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjVva_72mI/AAAAAAAABKE/6K9k-ng5U2c/s320/100_4714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Brown Family (minus Kory and Emma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much for coming and spending a week of your vacation in Cincinnati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love you guys and are so thankful for family!&lt;/em&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8263663474319827407?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8263663474319827407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8263663474319827407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8263663474319827407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8263663474319827407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-it-was-great-week.html' title='...and it was a great week'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SmjYJGDSt1I/AAAAAAAABLE/pR0d6I0AY64/s72-c/100_4716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6894464206026633764</id><published>2009-06-29T20:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:41:28.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Skle0Rfzc-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/J9AbVEQKbQQ/s1600-h/100_4306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352913884249551842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Skle0Rfzc-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/J9AbVEQKbQQ/s320/100_4306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are doing much better. Sparty is missed, but, we have decided to get another puppy. The breeder has offered to give us a Cockapoo. Tim's had fun thinking of names related to The Simpsons. I think Regis or "REEGE" would make a good name.&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/5170649875899994315-6894464206026633764?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6894464206026633764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6894464206026633764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6894464206026633764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6894464206026633764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-feeling-better.html' title='We&apos;re Feeling Better'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Skle0Rfzc-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/J9AbVEQKbQQ/s72-c/100_4306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4599053017489644141</id><published>2009-06-27T07:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:10:01.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SkYGOiK_ctI/AAAAAAAABJk/anhenOYHmS8/s1600-h/100_4587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351972053937255122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SkYGOiK_ctI/AAAAAAAABJk/anhenOYHmS8/s320/100_4587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sparty died yesterday at 6:15pm. He was born on April 1, 2009 and was just about three months old. He is survived by his parents, Karen and Mike Combes, siblings Kaitlyn (Michael) Smith, Nicholas, Timothy and Julia Combes. He was a great dog. No funeral arrangements are being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a tough day. Here is the back story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning hours of Friday, Cincinnati had a terrible storm blow through; intense lightning, thunder, rain and wind. We lost power for about 7 hours. Sparty awoke during this storm and I took him out; he awoke an hour later and I took him out. With no power, I wasn't sure of the time, but I knew it was later than usual for him to wake up. At 7:45, I checked his cage, and he was just lying there on his side, totally limp, eyes bugging out, and unresponsive. He could not stand and his head was flopping to one side. I took him immediately to the vet hospital and left him there. They determined that he was hypoglycemic and dehydrated. (he had eaten at 8pm). This caused him to have neurological seizures. They did everything they could, but he was too critical. The Vet (who I just met yesterday; I saw the other one the previous week on Sparty's first visit) determined that this was a secondary condition and that he had a congenital problem with the shunt to his liver. It didn't detoxify the byproducts to his liver and it caused him to become hypoglycemic. There is an expensive surgery that could be done, but there is no guarantee that it would work. Too many unanswered questions and the best decision was for him to be euthanized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Julia and I went to visit him at 5:30pm. We were hoping for good news. The assistant brought Sparty into the room wrapped in a white towel. She said he was still very critical. He looked so sick in the towel....BUT when I started talking to him, he opened his eyes and looked at me. He kissed my chin. He wanted to feel good. HOPE? He then rested again. I began to cry...this got Tim crying. Julia remained hopeful. (Loss is something she has had to experience too many times) Sparty had a pretty bad seizure while we were with him. It was very sad. The vet came in and talked to all three of us. Explained to us and told us that the best for Sparty was to be put down. He gave us some time to say goodbye. Tim held Sparty and I held Julia. We all cried. Julia realized the magnitude of it all. We talked about the guilt Tim was feeling; It was no one's fault. He was loved very much. We each took time to hold him and say goodbye. He eventually gave each of us a kiss goodbye. Dr. Bercz took Sparty out...Tim held Julia and she cried on his shoulder. It was at that time they gave me the "bill" to pay. (I guess there isn't a good time to do that part???) They brought Sparty back in still wrapped in the towel, eyes open. Tim and Julia each kissed him....I knew he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home...still so many memories of the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I swear I could hear him crying. It will take time. I never knew or understood the grief of losing a pet. I don't think I ever let myself get so attached. Tim has talked about how things happen for a reason and one day we may know why. It's made him think about death and death of people close to him. We had a family sleepover last night. He didn't sleep so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4599053017489644141?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4599053017489644141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4599053017489644141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4599053017489644141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4599053017489644141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SkYGOiK_ctI/AAAAAAAABJk/anhenOYHmS8/s72-c/100_4587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3653235099631902181</id><published>2009-06-07T14:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:57:06.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Sparty...????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwB66QknLI/AAAAAAAABJY/24yjkQnlgIQ/s1600-h/100_4582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344648969364741298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwB66QknLI/AAAAAAAABJY/24yjkQnlgIQ/s320/100_4582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~which one is Sparty?&lt;br /&gt;~it's been one week since Sparty has been in our family. &lt;br /&gt;~  we &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;love him!&lt;br /&gt;~ it's like having a new born baby in the house.  I'm sleeping on the couch and up every 2-3 hours to take him outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBnQDQtzI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_ku5KyhCdkw/s1600-h/100_4576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344648631617107762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBnQDQtzI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_ku5KyhCdkw/s320/100_4576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mike met Sparty today.  it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;~Sparty kissed Mike...I'm sure they will be buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBWqLoO4I/AAAAAAAABJI/Nd1Gd6XKmzc/s1600-h/100_4580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344648346573749122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBWqLoO4I/AAAAAAAABJI/Nd1Gd6XKmzc/s320/100_4580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~Where's Sparty??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBKRmvecI/AAAAAAAABJA/bzxZzdeq99c/s1600-h/100_4581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344648133818153410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBKRmvecI/AAAAAAAABJA/bzxZzdeq99c/s320/100_4581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~Yep, that one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBAqUsBuI/AAAAAAAABI4/qrEkf7NPDUY/s1600-h/100_4571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344647968654624482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwBAqUsBuI/AAAAAAAABI4/qrEkf7NPDUY/s320/100_4571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~Julia loves giving him a bath!  She is very eager to help and be a part of all Sparty's care.  Yay, Julia!  (Tim does, too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~not all our blog posts will be about Sparty.&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/5170649875899994315-3653235099631902181?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3653235099631902181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3653235099631902181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3653235099631902181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3653235099631902181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheres-sparty.html' title='Where&apos;s Sparty...????'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiwB66QknLI/AAAAAAAABJY/24yjkQnlgIQ/s72-c/100_4582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1985863307722264401</id><published>2009-06-01T15:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:16:34.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.....SPARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0kuucE1I/AAAAAAAABIw/TLnOXiooNIw/s1600-h/100_4567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342452863590994770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0kuucE1I/AAAAAAAABIw/TLnOXiooNIw/s320/100_4567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sparty&lt;/span&gt; is our new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yorkiepoo&lt;/span&gt;.  We picked him up yesterday afternoon.  He is two months old today.  When we first started talking about a dog, Julia's first reaction to me was "you can't be trusted with a dog."  OUCH.  Read back to April 2008.     &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0ZGzT_wI/AAAAAAAABIo/dMCPdElLzPU/s1600-h/100_4558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342452663895457538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0ZGzT_wI/AAAAAAAABIo/dMCPdElLzPU/s320/100_4558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sparty&lt;/span&gt; weighs around 1 lb.  Here he is next to Julia's water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0Gab7-nI/AAAAAAAABIg/LMBtp1dzu5o/s1600-h/100_4556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342452342748609138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0Gab7-nI/AAAAAAAABIg/LMBtp1dzu5o/s320/100_4556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we picked up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sparty&lt;/span&gt;, we went right to Julia's softball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQz1ASMGYI/AAAAAAAABIY/gGQG-GxOpqE/s1600-h/100_4540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342452043670624642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQz1ASMGYI/AAAAAAAABIY/gGQG-GxOpqE/s320/100_4540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sparty&lt;/span&gt; riding in the van on Tim's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQznQhDTBI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Xdt_LSgSveg/s1600-h/100_4549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342451807509761042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQznQhDTBI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Xdt_LSgSveg/s320/100_4549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mike is hiking the Grand Canyon with his sister.  He will have a "surprise" when he gets home.  And....yes he knows that this was a possibility.)&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/5170649875899994315-1985863307722264401?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1985863307722264401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1985863307722264401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1985863307722264401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1985863307722264401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducingsparty.html' title='Introducing.....SPARTY'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SiQ0kuucE1I/AAAAAAAABIw/TLnOXiooNIw/s72-c/100_4567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-69855818544191581</id><published>2009-05-26T14:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:07:13.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hardly believe there was a day when I didn't like camping.  I have to admit, I'm still relatively "new" to this, but I thoroughly enjoy it!  About 15 years ago, Mike and I started talking about how we would like to take the kids camping.  We didn't have much extra money then, so for Mother's Day that year, I received a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  It ended up being a GREAT gift for the first 10 years because Mike would take the kids camping and I would get a weekend home ALONE!  The only problem was.....they made many memories without me and *I* didn't know what I was missing!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7pmSZlfI/AAAAAAAABII/KJ4BKSg_HhM/s1600-h/100_4528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340208843992962546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7pmSZlfI/AAAAAAAABII/KJ4BKSg_HhM/s320/100_4528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and I camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7XcTsAXI/AAAAAAAABIA/epVIdxQtWyU/s1600-h/100_4509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340208532076364146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7XcTsAXI/AAAAAAAABIA/epVIdxQtWyU/s320/100_4509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The *tent* that Kaitlyn, Julia and I shared.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered as long as I was on an air mattress and brought along my fan, I get great sleep.  Oh yeah....I also discovered ear plugs to drown out the loud people next door!  ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7NvC8YOI/AAAAAAAABH4/UEZ3OI23ZTw/s1600-h/100_4511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340208365307715810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7NvC8YOI/AAAAAAAABH4/UEZ3OI23ZTw/s320/100_4511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike (and Michael) usually does most of the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw67D0THMI/AAAAAAAABHw/SwuHToMjZ_8/s1600-h/100_4523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340208044465921218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw67D0THMI/AAAAAAAABHw/SwuHToMjZ_8/s320/100_4523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael and Kaitlyn sittin' around the campfire eating a S'more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The GREAT part about camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw6npulJyI/AAAAAAAABHo/kXyfEo0qgiE/s1600-h/100_4516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207711045101346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw6npulJyI/AAAAAAAABHo/kXyfEo0qgiE/s320/100_4516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roastin' the marshmallows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw6OSOgW1I/AAAAAAAABHg/v5gFOCg_ntI/s1600-h/100_4526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207275239824210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw6OSOgW1I/AAAAAAAABHg/v5gFOCg_ntI/s320/100_4526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Precious Julia eating her S'more.  *Notice* her dad gave her DOUBLE chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw6EsVjXNI/AAAAAAAABHY/FnEIi5maWv0/s1600-h/100_4517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207110450011346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw6EsVjXNI/AAAAAAAABHY/FnEIi5maWv0/s320/100_4517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim.... fresh from the shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn also took some cool photos from the waterfall we went to!  It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I can't wait to plan our next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5170649875899994315-69855818544191581?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/69855818544191581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=69855818544191581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/69855818544191581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/69855818544191581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/camping.html' title='camping'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Shw7pmSZlfI/AAAAAAAABII/KJ4BKSg_HhM/s72-c/100_4528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3133370696982031619</id><published>2009-05-11T10:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:43:19.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg3AIZmwWI/AAAAAAAABGY/eCy1EuNtRTY/s1600-h/100_4459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334574234014761314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg3AIZmwWI/AAAAAAAABGY/eCy1EuNtRTY/s320/100_4459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It began last Friday.  Julia and I got up VERY early to drive to East Lansing to pick up the bulk of Nick's belongings from Michigan State.  I thought it would be fun for both of us to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Donley&lt;/span&gt; to visit during her grade's lunch time and for me to see many of my friends that I used to work with every day.  And, was it ever fun.  We were greeted so warmly with hugs and laughter.  She got to see many of her friends at her former school and had time to play at recess and eat lunch with them.  It did make her want to move back to EL.  Julia has had many changes in her life and I wanted her to know they still remembered her.  The photo above is of her best friend in EL, Anastasia.  The reconnected very quickly and I promised that I would get them together this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2uI7o9KI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GmhN1CeaadM/s1600-h/100_4463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573924919866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2uI7o9KI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GmhN1CeaadM/s320/100_4463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a photo of Anastasia and her mom.  It is because of Annie that we found out about Julia.  Annie will always have a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2jGNgeiI/AAAAAAAABGI/aPCcNHmIcGE/s1600-h/100_4464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573735210940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2jGNgeiI/AAAAAAAABGI/aPCcNHmIcGE/s320/100_4464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get many photos of Nick, but here are two of his friends, Sarah and Emilia.  Nick has a wonderful group of "mentor" friends.  Next year he will be a senior and it will be his last year of mentoring.  He will have one year of student teaching after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2YfzAUjI/AAAAAAAABGA/EA0a1Pa-Za4/s1600-h/100_4466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573553100542514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2YfzAUjI/AAAAAAAABGA/EA0a1Pa-Za4/s320/100_4466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nastya&lt;/span&gt; at Tasty Twist.  You just can't go to East Lansing without a stop at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasty Twist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2OOqDxrI/AAAAAAAABF4/lAmVJgvSMRI/s1600-h/100_4469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573376700925618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg2OOqDxrI/AAAAAAAABF4/lAmVJgvSMRI/s320/100_4469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easting Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg1_vcQ1vI/AAAAAAAABFw/F3wxYQ-TCRk/s1600-h/100_4478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573127803393778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg1_vcQ1vI/AAAAAAAABFw/F3wxYQ-TCRk/s320/100_4478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left East Lansing around 6pm and headed to Ann Arbor to spend the night with Kaitlyn and Michael.  They treated us to a wonderful dinner of Bar-B-Q Chicken.  The next morning I had a very special time with my two daughters just hanging out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kait's&lt;/span&gt; apartment.  How I wish we lived closer to spend those types of moments together!  (sorry, I didn't get any photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg120-XwAI/AAAAAAAABFo/Giu4v0cAgKI/s1600-h/100_4482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334572974669807618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg120-XwAI/AAAAAAAABFo/Giu4v0cAgKI/s320/100_4482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On one level, I cannot believe I am posting this photo, but it shows the wonderful breakfast Tim and Julia made for me.  Breakfast in Bed with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omlette&lt;/span&gt;, toast and a Diet Coke!  I was treated like a queen all day yesterday.  Nick is now home for the summer...sort of.  He's heading to Germany in mid-June for a summer "unpaid" teaching internship. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-3133370696982031619?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3133370696982031619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3133370696982031619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3133370696982031619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3133370696982031619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderful-weekend.html' title='A Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/Sgg3AIZmwWI/AAAAAAAABGY/eCy1EuNtRTY/s72-c/100_4459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6369071995116402336</id><published>2009-05-07T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:04:17.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Vaulting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6dded5579454de49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dded5579454de49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331482141%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D250E843EF9518776F6C52F9C1E2F20DCCD431580.6F69B35EF8D362F5BE975A7327797532601B7100%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dded5579454de49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DathEUJJEl8GFJPwBUZGalgp0DsU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dded5579454de49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331482141%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D250E843EF9518776F6C52F9C1E2F20DCCD431580.6F69B35EF8D362F5BE975A7327797532601B7100%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dded5579454de49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DathEUJJEl8GFJPwBUZGalgp0DsU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim has really enjoyed Track &amp;amp; FIELD this year.  It's been fun going to the meets and watching him.  We'll find out today if he got invited to an Invitational meet on Monday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6369071995116402336?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6dded5579454de49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6369071995116402336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6369071995116402336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6369071995116402336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6369071995116402336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/pole-vaulting.html' title='Pole Vaulting'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8091187710811180575</id><published>2009-04-03T17:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:59:07.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SdbJqY3QYMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Hvaqbs6cc6A/s1600-h/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SdbJqY3QYMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Hvaqbs6cc6A/s320/DSC_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320661739850719426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so incredibly&lt;/span&gt; thankful for my sister and the &lt;a href="http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-years-ago-today.html"&gt;three years&lt;/a&gt; she has been in our lives.  I love you, Julia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8091187710811180575?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8091187710811180575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8091187710811180575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8091187710811180575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8091187710811180575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565743585566229828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SMBWWZwlXKI/AAAAAAAAANg/6ZKpLGWfgHw/S220/100_3529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SdbJqY3QYMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Hvaqbs6cc6A/s72-c/DSC_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6851224070915200775</id><published>2009-04-01T14:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:05:05.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A houseful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;March was a fun month, especially two weekends ago.  First Nick drove home on Friday night.  Then Karla, Kelly, Haley, Kelsey, Kaylee and Kylee arrived on Saturday afternoon.  My dad had called me the day before to say that he and Connie wanted to come and surprise Karla and Kelly.  Well, they were very surprised.  I wish I had taken more photos, but here are a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;few from the weekend/week.  I didn't get any pictures of Nick.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO4uw2_LwI/AAAAAAAABFg/deyYNUdntOM/s1600-h/100_4165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319798698383716098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO4uw2_LwI/AAAAAAAABFg/deyYNUdntOM/s320/100_4165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad sitting on our deck.  Spring is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO4ZtWLu0I/AAAAAAAABFY/j4XEPTwbNEE/s1600-h/100_4162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319798336663567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO4ZtWLu0I/AAAAAAAABFY/j4XEPTwbNEE/s320/100_4162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and his youngest grand-daughter, Kylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3x2DY-YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/AYVq_yEO59I/s1600-h/100_4168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319797651805895042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3x2DY-YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/AYVq_yEO59I/s320/100_4168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee's twin, Kaylee, with Papa Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3kGsK3QI/AAAAAAAABFI/Qz56_bAcKAQ/s1600-h/100_4173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319797415753735426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3kGsK3QI/AAAAAAAABFI/Qz56_bAcKAQ/s320/100_4173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Havin' fun with my sisters!  (we were laughing at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terrible picture of me...and no, I won't post it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3Zv96KeI/AAAAAAAABFA/8iDVqUt-C4s/s1600-h/100_4176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319797237855431138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3Zv96KeI/AAAAAAAABFA/8iDVqUt-C4s/s320/100_4176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karla and Kylee - beofore she got her braids cut out!  (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3QbCdWTI/AAAAAAAABE4/PdpPnlbsWDU/s1600-h/100_4186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319797077618546994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3QbCdWTI/AAAAAAAABE4/PdpPnlbsWDU/s320/100_4186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsey, Haley, Tim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylee, Kylee and Julia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Chuck E. Cheese celebrating Julia's Gotcha Day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been THREE years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3DLon36I/AAAAAAAABEw/zUqrUbYcDUk/s1600-h/100_4189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796850145353634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO3DLon36I/AAAAAAAABEw/zUqrUbYcDUk/s320/100_4189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a few trips to the Healthplex to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO2zrVrBYI/AAAAAAAABEo/BhS_7RRgLqM/s1600-h/100_4190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796583777895810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO2zrVrBYI/AAAAAAAABEo/BhS_7RRgLqM/s320/100_4190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim's angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO2iv10J0I/AAAAAAAABEg/wkviT6f406s/s1600-h/100_4198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796292928677698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO2iv10J0I/AAAAAAAABEg/wkviT6f406s/s320/100_4198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just before the Brown's and Kersten's hit the road to drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO2ZGci9BI/AAAAAAAABEY/Btf6Jqr8CPU/s1600-h/100_4205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796127198016530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO2ZGci9BI/AAAAAAAABEY/Btf6Jqr8CPU/s320/100_4205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The remnants of Kylee's hair...I told her it looked my dad's poodle, Rocky, in the bag.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6851224070915200775?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6851224070915200775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6851224070915200775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6851224070915200775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6851224070915200775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/houseful.html' title='A houseful!'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SdO4uw2_LwI/AAAAAAAABFg/deyYNUdntOM/s72-c/100_4165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1790052348074778679</id><published>2009-03-19T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:44:55.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>Well oh well.....this blogging stuff is getting the best of me.  I have the best of intentions, but can't seem to follow through.  Just to keep you up to date, here are some things that have happened or will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This morning I drove to Columbus, Ohio.  Why, you ask???  Well, we just completed Julia's Post-placement report for the three year mark (the last).  I needed to get the report &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apostilled&lt;/span&gt; in C-town.  That is a two hour drive, one way.  So, I got all the way there and inside the "right" building.  I had my 8x10 white envelope with me and was ready to get the document &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apostilled&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, while I was waiting, I decided to pull out the report.  Low and behold, I grabbed the *wrong* white envelope.  What I pulled out was &lt;strong&gt;before and after&lt;/strong&gt; pictures of women's breasts with the tattooing done.  YIKES!  I guess I will be driving back to Columbus tomorrow with the RIGHT envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Karla, Kelly, Haley, Kelsey, Kaylee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; are coming to visit in TWO days!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WooHoo&lt;/span&gt;.  I am really looking forward to it.  Unfortunately, Tim and Julia are not on Spring Break and will be going to school.  Maybe they will be *sick* one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tim has gone to two workshops with Hollywood type people the past two Sundays.  He got some positive feedback from one of them.  Hoping for some auditions.  Tim also started doing Track this spring.  He was pretty sore the first few days, but is doing fine now.  (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; not complaining any longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Julia starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fast pitch&lt;/span&gt; softball soon.  She seems to have a lot of homework....or maybe isn't getting done in school what she should and brings it home for homework.  Some days I feel like a big Ogre with all my requests for her to sit down and stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt;.  SIGH!  I had a long talk with her on Monday and informed her that I was no longer going to NAG her and that she was a responsible and smart girl and she would be in charge of budgeting her time appropriately.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...we'll see how it works.  I don't remember ever having this problem with the other three.  I'm thinking that a lot of their study skills were learned at a young age.  Plus, they weren't as socially motivated as dear Julia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mike is great and is so happy that today begins March Madness.  We didn't organize a "pool" like we've done in years past, so it's up to the Michigan State Spartans to keep our interest...well, at least mine.  Mike is looking forward to seeing his mom in April for Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~So enjoying the spring weather.  The daffodils are blooming and the Forsythia's aren't far behind.  Survived another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt; winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1790052348074778679?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1790052348074778679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1790052348074778679&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1790052348074778679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1790052348074778679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4601244345203620435</id><published>2009-02-04T18:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:08:01.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Confessions of a 13 Year Old Boy</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm Tim, the youngest son of the legendary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Combes&lt;/span&gt; family. Unless you know me, you're a member of my family or both; the only thing you know about me is my tiny bio on the side of the blog or one of my quotes that my dad twists around and posts. I decided now that I have entered the teen years this would be the prime time to give the world what it wants: Tim by the gallon (much cheaper than gasoline by the gallon). So, with the new movie "Confessions of a Shopaholic" coming out next week, I was wondering what sort of things I would confess about. Now, it's time for what we've all been waiting for: 13 CONFESSIONS OF A 13 YEAR OLD BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. I'm reading "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; Code" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heathen&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. My father leaves the door open when he pees, what hope do I have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. I don't mind chick flicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. I binge on pretzels and chocolate milk, I must be Micheal Moore's twin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. My favorite singer is Stephen Lynch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I once was dared to ask out a guy and he said yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I can easily solve a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rubik's&lt;/span&gt; cube but I can't figure out Monopoly Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I once sleepwalked into the shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I'm not sure what the past tense for sleepwalk is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. My favorite actor dropped 50 F-bombs on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;videographer&lt;/span&gt; (and to think his name is Christian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. A hobo asked me for money and I ran away (It was my dad's money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I only watch "24" so i can try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;synchronize&lt;/span&gt; the clock on the show with my clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I just posted on a blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4601244345203620435?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4601244345203620435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4601244345203620435&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4601244345203620435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4601244345203620435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-confessions-of-a13-year-old-boy.html' title='13 Confessions of a 13 Year Old Boy'/><author><name>TIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150985347373954363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDaPtxWUykI/SYztGh3W3EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CucBV4iPaUM/S220/100_3653.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-538581546039611152</id><published>2009-01-31T11:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:04:47.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a beautiful winter day.  Bright blue sky and sunshine!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSD9ORc5UI/AAAAAAAABEQ/9acGqE22SCo/s1600-h/100_4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297504149521098050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSD9ORc5UI/AAAAAAAABEQ/9acGqE22SCo/s320/100_4145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia measuring our snowfall.  Only 3.5 inches, but on top of 1/2 inch of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSDix7iEWI/AAAAAAAABEI/MiGCAst51Zo/s1600-h/100_4128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297503695236370786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSDix7iEWI/AAAAAAAABEI/MiGCAst51Zo/s320/100_4128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim shovelling the ice at the end of our driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSDJPeAicI/AAAAAAAABEA/ulAXbeXfsE4/s1600-h/100_4129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297503256489003458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSDJPeAicI/AAAAAAAABEA/ulAXbeXfsE4/s320/100_4129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday ~before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSC4-eqotI/AAAAAAAABD4/l-rJlaO4cKE/s1600-h/100_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297502977050452690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSC4-eqotI/AAAAAAAABD4/l-rJlaO4cKE/s320/100_4124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday ~after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSChS2-iYI/AAAAAAAABDw/0N9Tpoab0Gk/s1600-h/100_4148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297502570204268930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSChS2-iYI/AAAAAAAABDw/0N9Tpoab0Gk/s320/100_4148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSCHUWYbLI/AAAAAAAABDo/7OSIGD1mNbY/s1600-h/100_4132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297502123927825586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSCHUWYbLI/AAAAAAAABDo/7OSIGD1mNbY/s320/100_4132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/5170649875899994315-538581546039611152?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/538581546039611152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=538581546039611152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/538581546039611152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/538581546039611152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter.html' title='winter'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SYSD9ORc5UI/AAAAAAAABEQ/9acGqE22SCo/s72-c/100_4145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7527472896593432039</id><published>2009-01-27T17:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:13:08.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike took Tim and Julia to Fountain Square in downtown Cincinnati on Saturday morning to go ice skating.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-PIR0NpeI/AAAAAAAABDY/qIRSAvV21wM/s1600-h/100_4094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296109059195119074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-PIR0NpeI/AAAAAAAABDY/qIRSAvV21wM/s320/100_4094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure if Julia "fell" or is just posing for this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She does have some bruises on her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-Ogt1wJVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/5qthJ0_UE8s/s1600-h/100_4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296108379522999634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-Ogt1wJVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/5qthJ0_UE8s/s320/100_4103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an awesome daddy he is!  They had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-OXCONhNI/AAAAAAAABDI/HxzGnsQyWNA/s1600-h/100_4092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296108213195605202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-OXCONhNI/AAAAAAAABDI/HxzGnsQyWNA/s320/100_4092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-OL3f_6KI/AAAAAAAABDA/_lyRdJ5vvos/s1600-h/100_4105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296108021338859682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-OL3f_6KI/AAAAAAAABDA/_lyRdJ5vvos/s320/100_4105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Cincinnati is being hit with snow and the kids were happy to have a SNOW day!  Tim, Julia and I shovelled the driveway (only the second time I've shovelled snow since we moved to Cincinnati).  Then Tim and Julia wanted to go sledding.  The walked to a nearby hill and were gone for over two hours!  Here is the &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-N78JgPCI/AAAAAAAABC4/QJce4n-qELo/s1600-h/100_4117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296107747708779554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-N78JgPCI/AAAAAAAABC4/QJce4n-qELo/s320/100_4117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia's &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-Njg0mHBI/AAAAAAAABCw/dkmv6TVRgOk/s1600-h/100_4118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296107328056466450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-Njg0mHBI/AAAAAAAABCw/dkmv6TVRgOk/s320/100_4118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were exhausted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-NTwcFetI/AAAAAAAABCo/x_cOXmv7QBg/s1600-h/100_4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296107057370725074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-NTwcFetI/AAAAAAAABCo/x_cOXmv7QBg/s320/100_4121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but they had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-M8cBBAdI/AAAAAAAABCg/Zxielus5Ai4/s1600-h/100_4123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296106656751485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-M8cBBAdI/AAAAAAAABCg/Zxielus5Ai4/s320/100_4123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before they left I had them make a "deal" with each other that when the first person was ready to come home, they would agree!  To be honest, I was expecting tattling when they arrived home.  "Tim threw snow on me" or "Julia was being a brat."  Well, when asked if they had any arguments, they said "NO!"  And the best news....they will probably have a snow day again tomorrow! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7527472896593432039?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7527472896593432039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7527472896593432039&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7527472896593432039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7527472896593432039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-fun.html' title='winter fun'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SX-PIR0NpeI/AAAAAAAABDY/qIRSAvV21wM/s72-c/100_4094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4484162795137870991</id><published>2009-01-23T15:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:30:19.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A walk down memory lane....dedicated especially to Kaitlyn!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXonLPpm55I/AAAAAAAABCQ/Y-8EaSry9mI/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294587386060531602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXonLPpm55I/AAAAAAAABCQ/Y-8EaSry9mI/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the "glorious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pantages&lt;/span&gt; Theatre" in Toronto.  We are going to see Phantom of the Opera.  It was a Spring Break trip we took when Kaitlyn was 8 and Nick was 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXonD_dCf6I/AAAAAAAABCI/rrH3f93ERy0/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294587261453762466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXonD_dCf6I/AAAAAAAABCI/rrH3f93ERy0/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn and her two brothers!  Kaitlyn is 10; Nick 8 and Tim 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXom2Us-tfI/AAAAAAAABCA/vmer3MqgqIc/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294587026639599090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXom2Us-tfI/AAAAAAAABCA/vmer3MqgqIc/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where you could find Kaitlyn almost all the time.  She loved to read and write.  She was especially into reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Babysitters&lt;/span&gt; Club books.  We even took her to meet the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomtfvUfqI/AAAAAAAABB4/UuR4_c83bto/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586874983382690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomtfvUfqI/AAAAAAAABB4/UuR4_c83bto/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely Aunt Linda.  She took these two on a train ride to Florida.  Kaitlyn 10; Nick 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomnI1BBXI/AAAAAAAABBw/f9nNa23F-2E/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586765754041714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomnI1BBXI/AAAAAAAABBw/f9nNa23F-2E/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn's first time to Disney World!  She was 3 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomd36-HnI/AAAAAAAABBo/_oEQnNllVng/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586606596791922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomd36-HnI/AAAAAAAABBo/_oEQnNllVng/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tacquamenaon&lt;/span&gt; Falls in the Upper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Peninsula&lt;/span&gt; of Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Kaitlyn, Nick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kait's&lt;/span&gt; friend, Cori, Mike and Tim in the carrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer of '96.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomXqw5_6I/AAAAAAAABBg/ZpKFCcr5MKA/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586499985702818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomXqw5_6I/AAAAAAAABBg/ZpKFCcr5MKA/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn and Nicky.  He was such a big baby.  Love her eyes in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomQP7T6mI/AAAAAAAABBY/gB1a-cQXcL0/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586372522502754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXomQP7T6mI/AAAAAAAABBY/gB1a-cQXcL0/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn loved to "help me" do the dishes. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4484162795137870991?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4484162795137870991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4484162795137870991&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4484162795137870991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4484162795137870991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SXonLPpm55I/AAAAAAAABCQ/Y-8EaSry9mI/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1439019757871530623</id><published>2009-01-15T15:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:04:31.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro or is it MetrA??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time while we were in Illinois.  On Tuesday, December 30, 11 of us took the train to Chicago.  This was special for a number of reasons, but one is that Julia had never been to Chicago.  When I told her we were taking the "train" to Chicago, she asked if it would be a train with beds.  ha!  If you've traveled by train in Russia, you usually get a sleeper car.  That was Julia's only experience on a train until this day.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-fT1ulS9I/AAAAAAAABAw/NbPl5RY1-08/s1600-h/100_4002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291623250372414418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-fT1ulS9I/AAAAAAAABAw/NbPl5RY1-08/s320/100_4002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Haley, Kylee, Kaylee, Julia and Kelsey on the train into the city. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-fJXm4CLI/AAAAAAAABAo/IZeVT5moM9M/s1600-h/100_4027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291623070488332466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-fJXm4CLI/AAAAAAAABAo/IZeVT5moM9M/s320/100_4027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture is out of order... but this is "Baby Cakes" at Ed Debevic's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;This restaurant is a fun place to go if you don't mind getting insulted!  ha!  Nick had great fun with our waitress!  (She called the kids brats, my mom "MEEMaw" and me "M'amm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-e8C1gqbI/AAAAAAAABAg/yKSDuMogukQ/s1600-h/100_4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291622841574271410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-e8C1gqbI/AAAAAAAABAg/yKSDuMogukQ/s320/100_4003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking the other direction...Emma, my mom, Nick and Karla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-eqwPqIVI/AAAAAAAABAY/uujCMTN8Txc/s1600-h/100_4011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291622544525893970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-eqwPqIVI/AAAAAAAABAY/uujCMTN8Txc/s320/100_4011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mom and her brother, my Uncle Edward.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was passing through the train station and we got to spend about 20 min. with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-edKr9SSI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mL4rPjyZxTU/s1600-h/100_4018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291622311105743138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-edKr9SSI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mL4rPjyZxTU/s320/100_4018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my Godfather, Uncle Edward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it was soo good to see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-eSUVvrbI/AAAAAAAABAI/6Wxq1eZ47Gw/s1600-h/100_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291622124718370226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-eSUVvrbI/AAAAAAAABAI/6Wxq1eZ47Gw/s320/100_4022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick, Haley, Kaylee, Emma, Kylee, Julia and Kelsey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging out by the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-eFhYOSUI/AAAAAAAABAA/OA3kW0G-YE8/s1600-h/100_4025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291621904880126274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-eFhYOSUI/AAAAAAAABAA/OA3kW0G-YE8/s320/100_4025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Kelly on the free trolley.  The day was cool and windy...typical Chicago weather.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-d6eynI8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/GcRPPWoXoAk/s1600-h/100_4030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291621715206939586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-d6eynI8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/GcRPPWoXoAk/s320/100_4030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia, Nick and I at Navy Pier.  This was my favorite place at Navy Pier.  Mike and Tim were not along because they had left for Cincinnati already.  We missed you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-dZwBz5OI/AAAAAAAAA_w/9OkOEF45xHo/s1600-h/100_4035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291621152898409698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-dZwBz5OI/AAAAAAAAA_w/9OkOEF45xHo/s320/100_4035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with her grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-dJLMox-I/AAAAAAAAA_o/95sEzxpDcSM/s1600-h/100_4037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291620868133799906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-dJLMox-I/AAAAAAAAA_o/95sEzxpDcSM/s320/100_4037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids enjoyed two shows at Navy Pier.  If you look close, you can see Kaylee in pink pants, Kylee in her blue coat and Julia two kids to the right of Kylee in a striped shirt.  The entertainer was riding this small bike.  He asked for a volunteer from the audience and.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-c6jOUpfI/AAAAAAAAA_g/WHaa1c_mciI/s1600-h/100_4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291620616885282290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-c6jOUpfI/AAAAAAAAA_g/WHaa1c_mciI/s320/100_4040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia volunteered!  She was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-ckmyksPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/C5AKKlgfSrY/s1600-h/100_4042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291620239885512946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-ckmyksPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/C5AKKlgfSrY/s320/100_4042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back to the Metra station, Kaylee, Julia and Kylee got to sit up front by the driver.  They loved that and had such a good time.  They had a great view of the city. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1439019757871530623?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1439019757871530623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1439019757871530623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1439019757871530623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1439019757871530623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/metro-or-is-it-metra.html' title='Metro or is it MetrA??'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW-fT1ulS9I/AAAAAAAABAw/NbPl5RY1-08/s72-c/100_4002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3737517046232166509</id><published>2009-01-13T18:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:23:08.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bakin' cookies with Juju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found my photos! In mid-December, Julia and I made the sugar cookies that you roll out and frost. We had such a great time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0geGslPwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3gIr41grN90/s1600-h/100_3977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290920838795968258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0geGslPwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3gIr41grN90/s320/100_3977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a huge mess. But that goes with the territory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0gOsoVhGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Gcj84kyp-qE/s1600-h/100_3978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290920574100800610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0gOsoVhGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Gcj84kyp-qE/s320/100_3978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is Juju licking the beater from the frosting! They tasted very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0gHKy4EsI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BlXyo1NopFE/s1600-h/100_3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290920444759118530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0gHKy4EsI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BlXyo1NopFE/s320/100_3979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry! You can't taste them and I forgot to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;of the finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5170649875899994315-3737517046232166509?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3737517046232166509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3737517046232166509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3737517046232166509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3737517046232166509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/bakin-cookies-with-juju.html' title='bakin&apos; cookies with Juju'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SW0geGslPwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3gIr41grN90/s72-c/100_3977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8197163981510312670</id><published>2009-01-09T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:15:58.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have I done better...I think not!</title><content type='html'>Part of my frustration of not posting much lately is that I like to post with photos and I'm having trouble *finding* what I've loaded in my computer.  Here is a bullet post of some things that have been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We spent a week in Rochelle, Illinois with family.  We had such a good time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;.  Tim and Julia have such a good time with their cousins and it's just craziness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Metra&lt;/span&gt; into Chicago one day.  My Uncle was passing through and we rode in to see him then decided to spend the day!  Julia had never been in Chicago and she loved it.  We ate lunch at Ed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Debevic's&lt;/span&gt;.  If you've ever eaten there, you know how much fun it can be.  Our waitress, Baby Cakes, was a riot and did her best to insult all of us.  She was a lot of fun!  Chicago still had a *free* trolley service and we rode it to Navy Pier.  It was just a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My niece, Emma, came back to Cincinnati with us. She is a freshman in college and her college will be closing at the end of the year.  She is considering a move to Cincinnati to live with us and attend a nursing school here.  (no pressure, Emma) but we would LOVE to have you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nick is home until Sunday.  We have a great time with him here FOUR weeks and I will be very sad when he leaves.  He is fun to have around and has been a big help to me/us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tim auditioned for a movie but we haven't heard about any call-back.  The cool thing about this is that it is being filmed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ann Arbor&lt;/span&gt;, where Kaitlyn and Michael live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Julia has two basketball games left.  She's had such a great time.  AND, we've enjoyed watching her play.  She always has a smile on her face.....with whatever she is doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When is Gov. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blogo&lt;/span&gt; going to resign?  What a joke he's making of the state I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think I like being a mother-in-law.  I certainly like my son-in-law! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My dad's wife, Connie, is still in pain....but now it's coupled with the fact that her mother died unexpectedly.  Connie's dad died just this past August and to lose both parents so close together is very hard.  Connie, we love you and you and your family are in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nick is making a video to audition for Survivor.  Wouldn't that just be so cool if he was chosen?  Maybe the college loans could be paid off?????  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I'm dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love the church we attend!  I'm growing and learning so much and feel it is such a blessing.  It is authentic!  No hiding behind fancy church words that people toss around to make themselves look more religious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love my sisters...... all three ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8197163981510312670?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8197163981510312670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8197163981510312670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8197163981510312670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8197163981510312670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-i-done-betteri-think-not.html' title='have I done better...I think not!'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-727360333659201642</id><published>2009-01-01T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:26:56.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SVzuSUSBPRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TgE867jGIeU/s1600-h/Mr.+and+Mrs.+Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286362061075463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SVzuSUSBPRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TgE867jGIeU/s320/Mr.+and+Mrs.+Smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry that I have not kept this blog as up-to-date as I would like. I will try harder in the new year. The last six weeks have been a whirlwind, with Thanksgiving, the wedding of Kaitlyn and Michael, Christmas shopping, surgery, more Christmas celebrations, then Christmas Day. We traveled to Rochelle, IL, for Christmas to be with my extended family. My mom and sisters and their wonderful families live there. My dad came up from Auburn, IL, for a night and we were able to spend some time with him, too.   His wife, Connie, could not make the trip.  She could use some prayers for her back.  She is in a lot of pain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do better in 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/div&gt;Karen&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/5170649875899994315-727360333659201642?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/727360333659201642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=727360333659201642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/727360333659201642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/727360333659201642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SVzuSUSBPRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TgE867jGIeU/s72-c/Mr.+and+Mrs.+Smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4526074734806049715</id><published>2008-12-26T10:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:25:40.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smith's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>This Christmas season has been new and different for me.  It was my first Christmas as a married woman!  It was also my first Christmas spent away from my family.  I miss all of you so much!  Yet Michael and I enjoyed our first Christmas day spent together.  I thought I would post some pictures to chronicle our day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early and made cinnamon rolls!  Here I am with our delicious rolls, right before putting them in the oven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT-glOV4dI/AAAAAAAAASo/T5stbmTVZXk/s1600-h/100_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT-glOV4dI/AAAAAAAAASo/T5stbmTVZXk/s320/100_2308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128098513969618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Michael frosting them after they were done.  There was so much butter in that frosting that we called it butter-frosting and thought of Nick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT_K42YDjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pquk5t0Ym_w/s1600-h/100_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT_K42YDjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pquk5t0Ym_w/s320/100_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128825336663602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we got ready and headed up to Midland with Michael's sister and her boyfriend.  Michael's parents and his three younger brothers were all there.  When we got there, we opened gifts, ate dinner, then played a game of Buzz Word together.&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I hanging out on the couch at his parent's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVUDuaJIAFI/AAAAAAAAATY/r6RkImqNlfQ/s1600-h/100_2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVUDuaJIAFI/AAAAAAAAATY/r6RkImqNlfQ/s320/100_2321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133833615605842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's youngest brother had built a huge snow fort in the yard, so went outside to check it out.  Michael and his brothers hanging out on the fort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVUBz5xI3FI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zfr0y-iPp_g/s1600-h/100_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVUBz5xI3FI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zfr0y-iPp_g/s320/100_2313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131728981023826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael decided to pick me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVUC5UwVx_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ikwWzza_7O8/s1600-h/100_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVUC5UwVx_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ikwWzza_7O8/s320/100_2318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132921636407282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back home around 7 and relaxed for the rest of the evening.  We took this picture together in front of our tree in our apartment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT-_Dd4AXI/AAAAAAAAASw/NLc5K9HiTG4/s1600-h/100_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT-_Dd4AXI/AAAAAAAAASw/NLc5K9HiTG4/s320/100_2333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128622028259698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, that was our first Christmas together!  Michael is back to work today.  I have another week off from work.  We can't wait to come to Cincinnati next weekend to celebrate Christmas with my family:)  We love and miss you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4526074734806049715?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4526074734806049715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4526074734806049715&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4526074734806049715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4526074734806049715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiths-first-christmas.html' title='The Smith&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565743585566229828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SMBWWZwlXKI/AAAAAAAAANg/6ZKpLGWfgHw/S220/100_3529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SVT-glOV4dI/AAAAAAAAASo/T5stbmTVZXk/s72-c/100_2308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-295691431058044747</id><published>2008-11-08T17:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:02:53.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talkin' 'bout my guy....NICK</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, Nick tried out to compete to be the next "Spartan Idol" (as in Michigan State Spartans).  It's a singing competition.  Ever since &lt;em&gt;Nicky&lt;/em&gt; was in Kindergarten, he's been singing.  It started with Phantom of the Opera.  He would belt out that song at the top of his lungs.  BUT, get to school, and Nicky was so quiet.  All his teachers would tell Mike and I how they wished he would share more in class!  I have a feeling that they would not tell us that if we had a conference with his college professors.  Nick is not shy any longer and is just a joy to be around.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUyh2T7oI/AAAAAAAAA9g/veuNLmruCxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266419672568557186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUyh2T7oI/AAAAAAAAA9g/veuNLmruCxQ/s320/IMG_2964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah...getting back to singing.  I encouraged Nick to get into choir in high school.  He couldn't fit it into his schedule.  But, Nick loves to sing.  I call him a walking Ipod! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUdfwmWgI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZRsNuKPGzSc/s1600-h/IMG_2968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266419311230474754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUdfwmWgI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZRsNuKPGzSc/s320/IMG_2968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mike, Nick and Jen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past summer, Nick and I went to Louisville, Kentucky, where he auditioned for American Idol.  He didn't make it.  We had a blast with that experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUNE1SmeI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/434LRlHUpQw/s1600-h/NJC+Idol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266419029124487650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUNE1SmeI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/434LRlHUpQw/s320/NJC+Idol2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, he made the "cut"for Spartan Idol.  The competition was Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He sung "My Girl" for his solo.  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUBcmVLNI/AAAAAAAAA9I/lUJMFf0uy3Q/s1600-h/NJC+Idol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266418829345762514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUBcmVLNI/AAAAAAAAA9I/lUJMFf0uy3Q/s320/NJC+Idol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the group of Spartan Idol Hopefuls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYTzrEYuoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/130X46GIY-U/s1600-h/NJC+Idol5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266418592711752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYTzrEYuoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/130X46GIY-U/s320/NJC+Idol5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick in the group number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYThYoRfHI/AAAAAAAAA84/91EhSpvbni8/s1600-h/NJC+Idol4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266418278524353650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYThYoRfHI/AAAAAAAAA84/91EhSpvbni8/s320/NJC+Idol4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talkin' 'bout my guy, Nicholas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Aunt Linda and Uncle Tom for these photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Sara Ponce for going and supporting Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Nick's mentor friends and bible study friends for their support!&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/5170649875899994315-295691431058044747?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/295691431058044747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=295691431058044747&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/295691431058044747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/295691431058044747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/talkin-bout-my-guynick.html' title='talkin&apos; &apos;bout my guy....NICK'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SRYUyh2T7oI/AAAAAAAAA9g/veuNLmruCxQ/s72-c/IMG_2964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-9154251121935757340</id><published>2008-11-03T10:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:48:42.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Michigan Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8cfzhhA_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/NOvQbv3oafY/s1600-h/100_3866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457822151705586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8cfzhhA_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/NOvQbv3oafY/s320/100_3866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia and I went to Ann Arbor on Saturday. Kaitlyn's friends honored her with a "shower of love." It was a great afternoon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gaia&lt;/span&gt; and Julie did a great job planning the shower especially for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt;. The menu was all Haitian foods! Haitians breads, rice, mango punch, vegetables, and a mango pie for dessert. One of Kaitlyn's favorite foods in Haiti was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mango's&lt;/span&gt;. It was so nice to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; mom, sister, grandmother and aunt. Julie was the shower Photographer and will email photos later. (my camera was in the van) Kaitlyn and Michael received many nice gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we got up and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kaitlyn's&lt;/span&gt; church. Nick drove over from EL and joined us for church and my FAVORITE restaurant for Sunday lunch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cosi&lt;/span&gt;!  Below are some photos from the day on Sunday.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8ZGwkbn4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/a_5P68LrMVU/s1600-h/100_3864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264454093327015810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8ZGwkbn4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/a_5P68LrMVU/s320/100_3864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8Y879MAKI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QQV51LYTOUQ/s1600-h/100_3868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264453924584947874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8Y879MAKI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QQV51LYTOUQ/s320/100_3868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8X5Q1sMzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_hCiRpiAYoE/s1600-h/100_3865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452761959543602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8X5Q1sMzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_hCiRpiAYoE/s320/100_3865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8XkrfzjrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VUtVDhgHKiQ/s1600-h/100_3869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452408338255538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8XkrfzjrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VUtVDhgHKiQ/s320/100_3869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'The wedding is 26 days away!  I can't wait!&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/5170649875899994315-9154251121935757340?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9154251121935757340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=9154251121935757340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/9154251121935757340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/9154251121935757340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/michigan-weekend.html' title='A Michigan Weekend'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQ8cfzhhA_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/NOvQbv3oafY/s72-c/100_3866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2233537686980521989</id><published>2008-10-26T19:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:41:22.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carvin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we went to Turpin Farms to pick out pumpkins.  We had a beautiful day!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT9-pTp50I/AAAAAAAAA8E/OxPRd-mFIf4/s1600-h/100_3818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261609517357590338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT9-pTp50I/AAAAAAAAA8E/OxPRd-mFIf4/s320/100_3818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim commented that if Julia was our only child, this photo would make a great Christmas card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT90rK6fAI/AAAAAAAAA78/p-z05N10FC8/s1600-h/100_3817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261609346059107330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT90rK6fAI/AAAAAAAAA78/p-z05N10FC8/s320/100_3817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT9ZQ4rKOI/AAAAAAAAA70/kFh-2TmHbr8/s1600-h/100_3819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261608875146815714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT9ZQ4rKOI/AAAAAAAAA70/kFh-2TmHbr8/s320/100_3819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia loves "horsies" as she calls them!  She got to ride one and she loved this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT7xBdsFUI/AAAAAAAAA7s/lyIyxYonUqc/s1600-h/100_3820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261607084300703042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT7xBdsFUI/AAAAAAAAA7s/lyIyxYonUqc/s320/100_3820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also got to do the tower.  Tim did it first but I had the camera with me and missed that photo =-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT6kJFfaUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/rlxjlNIjsE8/s1600-h/100_3827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261605763496765762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT6kJFfaUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/rlxjlNIjsE8/s320/100_3827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once back home we carved them.  A Combes Family Tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT6JpR5a_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/xouwp0BU15A/s1600-h/100_3834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261605308282268658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT6JpR5a_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/xouwp0BU15A/s320/100_3834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike's friend, Benjamin, is in the chair next to Tim.  He's in Mike's men's Bible Study.  He came up and had dinner with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT5-kV2CJI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Tr-ytgfZu18/s1600-h/100_3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261605117978085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT5-kV2CJI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Tr-ytgfZu18/s320/100_3835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day later this week, I'll post photos of the completed pumpkins.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2233537686980521989?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2233537686980521989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2233537686980521989&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2233537686980521989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2233537686980521989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carvin.html' title='Pumpkin Carvin&apos;'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQT9-pTp50I/AAAAAAAAA8E/OxPRd-mFIf4/s72-c/100_3818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-773473852535518210</id><published>2008-10-24T15:51:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:24:10.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a battleground state</title><content type='html'>This election, I am feeling blessed to be living in Ohio.  As most of you know, it's a very close race here and the two campaigns have been spending a lot of time and money.  Until recently, I was clearly an undecided voter.  A few weeks ago, Barack Obama was at a rally at a nearby park.  I decided to attend.  It was a great experience with over 15,000 people in attendance.  I wasn't sure of the restrictions on bringing a camera, so I don't have any photos.  I had a pretty good "standing position" and it was very exciting.  I met some very nice people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIpYETB-cI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6UWdIOhxQAM/s1600-h/100_3790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260812808169322946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIpYETB-cI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6UWdIOhxQAM/s320/100_3790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two days ago, there was a McCain/Palin rally at Lunken Airport, which is less than 12 minutes from my house.  I brought Tim with me, even though he is firmly in the "Obama" camp.  I knew it would still be a good experience for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIpBljksaI/AAAAAAAAA7E/w4WvM1GuQOk/s1600-h/100_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260812421960085922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIpBljksaI/AAAAAAAAA7E/w4WvM1GuQOk/s320/100_3785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was held in a hangar at the airport.  Tim and I took positions outside along a fence.  The secret service or security was on top with machine guns;  interesting to watch.  Below is Tim and you can see inside the hangar where the speeches were given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIo7x94cNI/AAAAAAAAA68/UBRzCyRnttE/s1600-h/100_3783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260812322212442322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIo7x94cNI/AAAAAAAAA68/UBRzCyRnttE/s320/100_3783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim and I waited for over three hours for the rally to begin.  I loved it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIox_KHMVI/AAAAAAAAA60/7wYe7MWJFVo/s1600-h/100_3791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260812153954709842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIox_KHMVI/AAAAAAAAA60/7wYe7MWJFVo/s320/100_3791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plane on the left (below) is a smaller one that says "McCain-Palin."  I think this is the one that Sarah travels in.  It arrived first with Gretchen Wilson and a hefty press corp.  About 15-20 minutes later, the bigger plane arrived!  It was so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIojzOwFyI/AAAAAAAAA6s/K5TozCOyLBk/s1600-h/100_3795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260811910234773282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIojzOwFyI/AAAAAAAAA6s/K5TozCOyLBk/s320/100_3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy McCain and Sarah Palin were the first to get off the plane!  We had such a great view of the tarmac and all that goes on out there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIoY3L50KI/AAAAAAAAA6k/D4cQiYjoZE8/s1600-h/100_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260811722318008482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIoY3L50KI/AAAAAAAAA6k/D4cQiYjoZE8/s320/100_3799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is Todd, John, Cindy and Sarah!  They were waving to me (well, not really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIoIt0eYYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/q8sR3dKDPaQ/s1600-h/100_3801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260811444925915522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIoIt0eYYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/q8sR3dKDPaQ/s320/100_3801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They walked across the tarmac and into the hangar for the rally.  We could see them via a big screen while they gave their speeches.  Everyone spoke, but Todd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIoCqREHOI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9ajmEigoS3I/s1600-h/100_3802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260811340892871906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIoCqREHOI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9ajmEigoS3I/s320/100_3802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't really see, but the Palin's two youngest daughters were signing autographs in the shadows.  They hung out and talked to other people while the speeches were given.  After awhile, a young lady exited the jet with Trig in her arms and boarded the "Straight Talk Express" bus.  Willow and Piper went on stage right at the end of the rallies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIn5rosHQI/AAAAAAAAA6M/8K8k4G1ybv0/s1600-h/100_3804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260811186641575170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIn5rosHQI/AAAAAAAAA6M/8K8k4G1ybv0/s320/100_3804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so hoping that I would get to shake someones hand.  John and Cindy McCain were making their way towards me.  Secret Service finally reached where I was standing...making sure the floor was cleared and made me put my pen away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQInrJu8NpI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dXjMN4lLEPo/s1600-h/100_3809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260810937022822034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQInrJu8NpI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dXjMN4lLEPo/s320/100_3809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to shake John McCain's hand and we looked each other in the eye!  I also got to shake hands with Cindy.  It was very thrilling.  Oh, Tim got kinda bored and gave up his place along the fence and missed out on this chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQInfRkOvbI/AAAAAAAAA58/VU-ZcsfbIFU/s1600-h/100_3810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260810732966952370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQInfRkOvbI/AAAAAAAAA58/VU-ZcsfbIFU/s320/100_3810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he just past me.  Sarah and Todd Palin did not make it to where I was standing.  They waved, but that was all.  Their family boarded the bus for Dayton.  John and Cindy were off to Florida on the big jet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who wins, I want to support our next President.  As my dad said today, we need to support him and get rid of the partisan politics and get our country on the right track.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I just want this election to be all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-773473852535518210?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/773473852535518210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=773473852535518210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/773473852535518210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/773473852535518210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/battleground-state.html' title='a battleground state'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIpYETB-cI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6UWdIOhxQAM/s72-c/100_3790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-5339663683104125701</id><published>2008-10-24T15:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:25:49.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, Kaitlyn and Nick were home. We had such a grand time (as Julia would say it). Below is Julia with her coach and a friend at the soccer game. (Julia on right)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQImIBjSGSI/AAAAAAAAA50/2TqS0v7svKI/s1600-h/100_3766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260809234019391778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQImIBjSGSI/AAAAAAAAA50/2TqS0v7svKI/s320/100_3766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning started out rather chilly. Kaitlyn was prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIl5nT50FI/AAAAAAAAA5s/r8XXT_fEVD0/s1600-h/100_3765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260808986457395282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIl5nT50FI/AAAAAAAAA5s/r8XXT_fEVD0/s320/100_3765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was great having them home for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIlqf116vI/AAAAAAAAA5k/m58zYqXjds4/s1600-h/100_3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260808726754224882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIlqf116vI/AAAAAAAAA5k/m58zYqXjds4/s320/100_3768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was our last weekend all together before Kaitlyn gets married in five weeks!!! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIkN2nG_UI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Pe-VAuhmABY/s1600-h/100_3771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260807135138610498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIkN2nG_UI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Pe-VAuhmABY/s320/100_3771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My four kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIjtfirheI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bQsQ1NWD95A/s1600-h/100_3778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260806579190203874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIjtfirheI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bQsQ1NWD95A/s320/100_3778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIjfVb5nhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/vMrTBVjUNjw/s1600-h/100_3777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260806335959244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIjfVb5nhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/vMrTBVjUNjw/s320/100_3777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of our debris pile after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hurrican&lt;/span&gt; Ike came through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our pile actually grew after I snapped this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIi3tw7JiI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OJKsXCATC4A/s1600-h/100_3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260805655295108642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQIi3tw7JiI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OJKsXCATC4A/s320/100_3761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/5170649875899994315-5339663683104125701?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5339663683104125701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=5339663683104125701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5339663683104125701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5339663683104125701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SQImIBjSGSI/AAAAAAAAA50/2TqS0v7svKI/s72-c/100_3766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8538026155399308118</id><published>2008-10-14T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:57:11.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickenson</title><content type='html'>Nickenson is a 17 year old Haitian that Kaitlyn met this summer.  Nicky and Kaitlyn became fast friends.  Almost from the first meeting, Kaitlyn felt a "big sister" type love for him.  You see, Nicky would come to the orphanage almost every day because his friends work there.  He is rather quiet and Kaitlyn didn't notice him the first month she was there.  She got to know Nicky in June when Michael was in Haiti.  Nicky is a kind young man.  He helped Kaitlyn speak Creole and she helped him learn  English.  He is very patient and I see humility as a strong character trait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky's mom is pictured below.  Her name is Marie and she is 38 years old.  She works sometimes cleaning people's clothes but it hard to find a job.  Nicky has two younger brothers, Spencer who is 12 and George who is 10.  They do not go to school because their mom cannot afford it.  I learned that Nicky's dad has another family and does not live with them.  Nicky and his family live in a one room house with two mattresses and a tin roof.  When it rains, they get wet.  They share that home with his grandma (the mother of his father) and an aunt.  So, you see, there are six people who share that one room.  There is no kitchen, no bathroom, no electricity.  He is one of Haiti's poor.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SPTxY8yFEJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AyTVKH0SwUs/s1600-h/100_3405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257092075983540370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SPTxY8yFEJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AyTVKH0SwUs/s320/100_3405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our entire family has been praying for Nicky and his family.  He calls me "mama" and Mike "papa."  We have been emailing Nicky very often and Kaitlyn has spoken to Nicky by phone.  It might seem strange to most of you, but it is very common for Haitians to have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing that has come to me from my August trip to Haiti is meeting Nicky.  I have a "motherly" love for him.  Nicky shared with us how sometimes he doesn't have hope that going to school and getting a good education will help him.  He sees some of his close friends who are older and who have gone to school, still not able to find a job.  We would very much like to help Nicky.  We desire to bring him here to study and get a good education that he can take back to help his people of Haiti.  We are not sure how this will work and are praying about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SPTxMjpSyFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rKDz9z_qcFI/s1600-h/100_3402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257091863077374034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SPTxMjpSyFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rKDz9z_qcFI/s320/100_3402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Nicky with us to the Hotel Ibolelee for the afternoon.  We had lunch on a beautiful patio situated in the mountains near Petionville and then we were able to swim in their pool.  We had such a fun day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel I have a Haitian son.  I desire to let him know that he is loved and that we care about him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 29:11  "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord.  Plans to prosper you and not to harm you.  Plans to give you a hope and a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5170649875899994315-8538026155399308118?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8538026155399308118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8538026155399308118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8538026155399308118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8538026155399308118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/nickenson.html' title='Nickenson'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SPTxY8yFEJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AyTVKH0SwUs/s72-c/100_3405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4820061148601461709</id><published>2008-10-07T15:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:35:30.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SOu2NhpzhxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sQLDBbHR-6Y/s1600-h/img_2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254493733746083602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SOu2NhpzhxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sQLDBbHR-6Y/s320/img_2744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credit Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This photo came up on my computer this morning and it made me smile.  I thought I would share it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much else to report.  Our weekend was spent watching Julia play soccer and then church on Sunday.  Julia and I went on a long walk to the Farmer's Market.  She used her own money and know what she bought????  Two tomatoes!  The whole way home she kept kissing her tomatoes and expressing her love to them!  She refuses to eat them.  I hope she knows they will not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim auditioned for a commercial last week.  He played the part of a "bad used car salesman."  We haven't heard anything back so we assume he must not have gotten the part.  It's been a fun "hobby" for him/us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia had an appointment at Cincinnati Children's Hospital last Thursday.  Routine visit which included an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;echo cardiogram&lt;/span&gt; and an office visit.  She loves the attention she receives whenever we go for a doctor/hospital visit.  The news is good in that there is no change.  Her next visit won't be until next July, so that was another piece of good news.  Dr. Hirsch is impressed that she is playing soccer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick went to Univ. of Michigan to visit Kaitlyn last Sunday.  Kaitlyn shared a "slice of life" at her church.  This is a cool part of their church service.  Each time someone gets up and shares what God is doing or has done in their life.  Some of the stories that I've heard are amazing and I feel these people show bravery in sharing them.  I know others can learn from them.  Kaitlyn shared about her heart for Haiti and our "adopted" son Nicky.  (Some day I will post about him.)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; and Nick are coming home the weekend of the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we are all looking forward to that visit.  I miss my "big kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess for thinking I didn't have much to say, I've said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!  Hope to get a photo up soon of our HUGE debris pile in the front yard.  The city of Anderson picked it up today, free of charge.  HURRAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4820061148601461709?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4820061148601461709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4820061148601461709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4820061148601461709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4820061148601461709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-makes-you-smile.html' title='what makes you smile?'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SOu2NhpzhxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sQLDBbHR-6Y/s72-c/img_2744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4745902108190091108</id><published>2008-09-25T15:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:08:43.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a very special gift (and girl)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqeophF-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XELzTu5DInE/s1600-h/100_3756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250047602658973666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqeophF-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XELzTu5DInE/s320/100_3756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and I had a very nice 25th Anniversary.  Julia was very excited about this anniversary.  She asked me often if "I was excited about my anniversary?"  She made this card for us!  What a treasure we will always have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqZjiPoOI/AAAAAAAAApw/hQSLvoBuUkQ/s1600-h/100_3757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250047515386945762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqZjiPoOI/AAAAAAAAApw/hQSLvoBuUkQ/s320/100_3757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I found out that Mike and Julia were in cahoots.  They went shopping to the local jewelery store (while I was in Haiti) and purchased some "bling."  Mike bought me a very beautiful diamond pendant (past, present and future) and diamond earrings.  Julia helped him pick it out.  Mike didn't want me to get him anything because he said he will be able to look at the jewelry on me.  Julia kept asking me what I was going to buy Mike.  She told me I "needed" too.  She knew how special this gift was for me.   (I didn't buy him anything because he said he would be "mad" if I did...I feel guilty now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqSJV_X8I/AAAAAAAAApo/OMOcc7G3q34/s1600-h/100_3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250047388097142722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqSJV_X8I/AAAAAAAAApo/OMOcc7G3q34/s320/100_3758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another touching thing was she gave Mike and I each $5.  She knows we are on a "budget" and knew that would make a thoughtful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Julia, for helping to make our day so special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  Not to be outdone by his little sister, Tim presented to Mike and I nearby items:  a Scrabble game and a book that Mike hasn't finished reading.  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5170649875899994315-4745902108190091108?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4745902108190091108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4745902108190091108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4745902108190091108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4745902108190091108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-special-gift-and-girl.html' title='a very special gift (and girl)'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNvqeophF-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XELzTu5DInE/s72-c/100_3756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6032842500527590776</id><published>2008-09-24T11:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:37:29.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does 25 Years Look Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNpd23-zOXI/AAAAAAAAApg/Jk5Wk_uVV40/s1600-h/7E0E4F3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249611512975407474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNpd23-zOXI/AAAAAAAAApg/Jk5Wk_uVV40/s320/7E0E4F3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1983&lt;/strong&gt;: Get married to my best friend. Take a honeymoon to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puerta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vallarta&lt;/span&gt;, Mexico. Begin our life together living in Normal, Illinois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1984&lt;/strong&gt;: Move to Cincinnati, Ohio (for the first time). Find out that we are pregnant, but miscarry our first child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1985&lt;/strong&gt;: Find out we are expecting again. Move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Evanston&lt;/span&gt;, Illinois. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1986:&lt;/strong&gt; Kaitlyn is born. Our life was enriched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1988&lt;/strong&gt;: Nicholas is born. We are busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1989&lt;/strong&gt;: Move to Lake Villa, Illinois. We bought our first house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1991&lt;/strong&gt;: Sold our house and moved to East Lansing, Michigan. We rented two townhouses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1995&lt;/strong&gt;: Bought our first house in East Lansing. Tim is born five weeks early. Life is full!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1999&lt;/strong&gt;: Decided to move to Louisville, Kentucky. Mike is transferred. Our life is blessed during this time as we grew closer as a family. Kaitlyn and Nick were challenged to meet new friends and start in a new school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001&lt;/strong&gt;: Back to East Lansing again. We are all pretty happy about this move back "home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;/strong&gt;: Adoption is first on our hearts when I traveled to Haiti with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt;: Kaitlyn graduates from high school and begins college at Univ. of Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt;: Decide to pursue adopting Julia who lives in Russia. We find out about her heart condition and Karen and Nick traveled to Russia to meet her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;: Mike and Karen travel to Russia to adopt their precious daughter, Julia. Karen is diagnosed with breast cancer. Julia has open heart surgery to repair her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VSD&lt;/span&gt; that wasn't repaired at birth. We are thankful for our health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;: Nick graduates from high school and begins college at Michigan State University. Mike is pretty excited to have a Spartan in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;: (more) Decide to move to Cincinnati, Ohio. (2006 was a BIG year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;: Mike begins his new job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cinci&lt;/span&gt; and Karen and kids stay back in EL to sell the house. We were blessed with God's perfect timing on that. We spent our first summer in Cincinnati as a complete family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;: We are blessed by the announcement of our daughter, Kaitlyn, getting married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNpbBx4pbwI/AAAAAAAAApY/gKsClyUuG7w/s1600-h/7E0E4F3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249608401782664962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNpbBx4pbwI/AAAAAAAAApY/gKsClyUuG7w/s320/7E0E4F3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much, Mike!  You are my best friend and I cherish our life together.  Here's to 25 more years of marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen&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/5170649875899994315-6032842500527590776?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6032842500527590776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6032842500527590776&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6032842500527590776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6032842500527590776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-does-25-years-look-like.html' title='What Does 25 Years Look Like?'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNpd23-zOXI/AAAAAAAAApg/Jk5Wk_uVV40/s72-c/7E0E4F3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1352333393443249716</id><published>2008-09-18T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:24:37.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="http://www.miamiherald.com/multimedia/slideshows/090808_haiti_floods/" href="http://www.miamiherald.com/multimedia/slideshows/090808_haiti_floods/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.miamiherald.com/multimedia/slideshows/090808_haiti_floods/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a link to the devastation in Haiti.  This link is for "mature" people only.  It shows death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1352333393443249716?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1352333393443249716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1352333393443249716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1352333393443249716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1352333393443249716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/link-to-haiti.html' title='Link to Haiti'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8832926093566856894</id><published>2008-09-17T10:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:20:20.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would have thought a hurricane could hit Cincinnati??  Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; hurricane strength winds.  Sunday afternoon was predicted to be windy, but no one called this one.  We had gusts up to 74mph and trees were snapping and limbs fell everywhere.  The power was out in 90% of the Cincinnati area.  School was cancelled on Monday and Tuesday.  Our power came back on Monday night.  It was quite amazing and we are thankful that no one was hurt in our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the tree that snapped in our backyard.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEQUR-j4yI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dnaZlvs805o/s1600-h/100_3729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992981472568098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEQUR-j4yI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dnaZlvs805o/s320/100_3729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike among the debris in our side yard.  What a mess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEPyB_YwTI/AAAAAAAAApI/HSuUJXThYm8/s1600-h/100_3736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992393065513266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEPyB_YwTI/AAAAAAAAApI/HSuUJXThYm8/s320/100_3736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Debris in our driveway.  The kids and I raked Monday afternoon.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEPhgvt3RI/AAAAAAAAApA/qOaSjkTdtHo/s1600-h/100_3744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992109263510802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEPhgvt3RI/AAAAAAAAApA/qOaSjkTdtHo/s320/100_3744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE blessing came of this!&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; refrigerator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of Julia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEPQxjqbSI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VD0OX-bJ7zQ/s1600-h/100_3754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991821718580514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEPQxjqbSI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VD0OX-bJ7zQ/s320/100_3754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A movie of our back yard and you can hear the wind whipping around! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6961f3bf890ca3e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6961f3bf890ca3e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331482141%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFB086D8C613E546C71F133E97E96F75C2250DC2.5BBE7EFA694D3BC5F981041533D7CEE2C7F995C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6961f3bf890ca3e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA8yHCt-oUVmxT1_wOHURXR2L_tI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6961f3bf890ca3e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331482141%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFB086D8C613E546C71F133E97E96F75C2250DC2.5BBE7EFA694D3BC5F981041533D7CEE2C7F995C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6961f3bf890ca3e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA8yHCt-oUVmxT1_wOHURXR2L_tI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8832926093566856894?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6961f3bf890ca3e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8832926093566856894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8832926093566856894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8832926093566856894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8832926093566856894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SNEQUR-j4yI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dnaZlvs805o/s72-c/100_3729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3592254392683509073</id><published>2008-09-09T15:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:41:16.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FI NULL LEEE</title><content type='html'>It seems as if life has a way of getting in the way of posting. School has started and Tim and Julia are liking their new teachers and routine. Tim started the year playing football, but now is out for the season since he has Mono! It's a real bummer as he was liking the team he was on. Below is him crashed on the couch after his first day back at school. He had quite a bit of homework to catch up on and is still working on getting it all done. The joys of middle school.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMgSVbjmYyI/AAAAAAAAAow/d828zC0oRtg/s1600-h/100_3671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244461925456569122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMgSVbjmYyI/AAAAAAAAAow/d828zC0oRtg/s320/100_3671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Labor Day weekend we went to Michigan to celebrate Aunt Linda's birthday. I'm sorry I didn't get any photos of Linda or Tom. BUT, below is a photo of Kaitlyn and Nick. Nick had just arrived at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomala's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; and Nick had not seen each other since mid May when Nick left for Germany. They were very happy to see each other again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbL2GB35RI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rYAHYbHrTv8/s1600-h/100_3563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244102946311365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbL2GB35RI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rYAHYbHrTv8/s320/100_3563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So happy together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbLr91qpZI/AAAAAAAAAog/sgXmD5L-7Sk/s1600-h/100_3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244102772313990546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbLr91qpZI/AAAAAAAAAog/sgXmD5L-7Sk/s320/100_3565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia recently got contacts and she is so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbLktLOAvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/xxi057HHgds/s1600-h/100_3571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244102647581901554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbLktLOAvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/xxi057HHgds/s320/100_3571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, Kaitlyn and Michael are now engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbLP4weM2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/t249A89WiTc/s1600-h/100_3529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244102289913688930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMbLP4weM2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/t249A89WiTc/s320/100_3529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got engaged the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; returned from Haiti. Michael was here to surprise her. The wedding will be Thanksgiving weekend. We have been busy making all the plans. We don't have much time! We are very happy about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep the country of Haiti and all it's people in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-3592254392683509073?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3592254392683509073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3592254392683509073&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3592254392683509073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3592254392683509073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/fi-null-leee.html' title='FI NULL LEEE'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SMgSVbjmYyI/AAAAAAAAAow/d828zC0oRtg/s72-c/100_3671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3759069739375387983</id><published>2008-08-31T17:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:50:40.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike and Tim for Obama</title><content type='html'>Unlike my conservative wife, my progressive son Tim and myself are fully supporting Barack Obama for President.  Obama has the ideas, vision, intelligence and tenacity to propel our country to prosperity in the new global economy.  In addition, Obama will restore our respect and integrity worldwide.  Unfortunately, our standing internationally was severely eroded by the lack of planning and forethought by George Bush and Dick Cheney.   (Just as our son Nick who spent six weeks in Europe this summer.  Our leadership is not respected at all overseas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be aware that I am not some left wing liberal.  I voted twice for George Bush (I plead insanity for voting to re-elect him).  As my wise brother-in-law Tom Tomala states, "it is understandable that we voted Bush in for one term, but it is inconceivable that we re-elected him for a second term."  I'm an independent who votes based on the qualifications, integrity and intelligence of the candidates.  I deplore the partisan politics that have resulted in gridlock in our nation.  I'm sick of both die-hard democrats and republicans who blindly follow their party and think that each person in their party is correct and that the other party is always wrong.  Let's not listen to idiots like Al Franken and Rush Limbaugh who wear blinders.   Let's have a brain and think independently rather than toeing the party line.  That's when we'll really  move our country forward TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping and praying for an Obama victory in November and the beginning of new, progressive and enlighted leadership in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-3759069739375387983?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3759069739375387983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3759069739375387983&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3759069739375387983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3759069739375387983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/mike-and-tim-for-obama.html' title='Mike and Tim for Obama'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6789501746185528528</id><published>2008-08-30T07:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:36:55.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost sleep</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and knew I wanted to blog about this topic.  I know I am opening myself up to criticism, but I wanted to know if anyone else is feeling this way or set me straight if I need to re-think this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is John McCain's VP pick Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain is old and does Sarah have the experience to lead our country?  I hate to say this, but it's a very real possibility.  I just don't think she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from that, something else is really bothering me.  This is what I lost sleep over.  Since most of you know, I lean more to the conservative side.  I watched Sarah's family on stage yesterday at the announcement.  I can't get two images out of my head.  The baby with downs syndrome being held by his oldest sister and the young 7 year old who wanted to be by her Mommy's side every step of the way.  It's the 7 year old that I lost sleep over.  This campaign is hard on even the toughest families.  Being governor of Alaska and Vice President are very different roles.  OK, I will just say it.... shouldn't Sarah's first responsibility be to mother her young children?  Piper, the 7 year old, wanted to be with her Mommy.   Trip, her four month old special needs son will need her to be available to him.   I really liked Sarah.  She seems like a very nice woman.  She is about my age.   I admire her accomplishments in her life.  But being VP or even President will make her first priority our country, not her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conservative, I just feel like John McCain made the wrong choice for his VP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know who to vote for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6789501746185528528?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6789501746185528528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6789501746185528528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6789501746185528528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6789501746185528528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-lost-sleep.html' title='I lost sleep'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4294255752837539733</id><published>2008-08-25T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:23:53.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>Here is an update of this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tim and Julia started school today.  Tim left the house at 6:42am and won't be home until after football practice at 6:00pm.  Julia had a great first day and says she has no homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I enjoyed my first day of the kids back to school.  Caught up on stuff around the house, but have a lot more to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mike is doing well.  He enjoyed having Kait home last week and was sad when she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kaitlyn had a job interview this morning.  She left Saturday morning and is back in Ann Arbor.  I had a great two weeks with her and I miss her very much.  She is living with her pastor and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nick began classes today at MSU.  He sounded tired, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tim finished his acting classes this past weekend.  He had a modelling show yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Julia is now playing soccer and she is loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I miss Haiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4294255752837539733?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4294255752837539733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4294255752837539733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4294255752837539733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4294255752837539733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1164276231747909095</id><published>2008-08-18T17:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:33:17.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Kaitlyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaitlyn and I had a great "Welcome Home" greeting at Cincinnati's airport on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mainly this was for Kaitlyn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpZpXxZ0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/aeEQ9SZ2C_I/s1600-h/100_3509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972668606474050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpZpXxZ0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/aeEQ9SZ2C_I/s320/100_3509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim, Julia and Mike were waiting with signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpTCTN5QI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dfn_2kpC71Y/s1600-h/100_3510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972555039171842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpTCTN5QI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dfn_2kpC71Y/s320/100_3510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are all so happy to have Kaitlyn back in the USA!&lt;br /&gt;But wait.....there was someone else who wanted to greet Kaitlyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpIHNXC1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/W7JSRDzj-k0/s1600-h/100_3511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972367378221906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpIHNXC1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/W7JSRDzj-k0/s320/100_3511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was sitting in this row of chairs and walked up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn was SOO surprised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpBOwtEfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lQaGe_ou1Ew/s1600-h/100_3514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972249146429938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpBOwtEfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lQaGe_ou1Ew/s320/100_3514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hurray...I could keep a secret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(except I did tell Colleen.....shhhh) &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/5170649875899994315-1164276231747909095?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1164276231747909095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1164276231747909095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1164276231747909095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1164276231747909095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-home-kaitlyn.html' title='Welcome Home Kaitlyn!'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SKnpZpXxZ0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/aeEQ9SZ2C_I/s72-c/100_3509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7739545579984413356</id><published>2008-08-17T14:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:52:20.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, Kaitlyn and Karen are Home</title><content type='html'>After surviving a five hour delay due to Tropical Storm Fay and missing their connecting flight in Miami, Karen and Kaitlyn arrived in Cincinnati at 12:30pm today.  It was a great reunion as we had signs for the two of them (but mostly for Kaitlyn.  Hey, I've been away for a week before and I never got a sign. ha, ha.).  We immediately went to Panera Bread for lunch because Kaitlyn had been craving it for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a special surprise for Kaitlyn.  Michael, her boyfriend, had come all the way from Michigan to surprise her and see her.  Kaitlyn was very surprised and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so proud of Kaitlyn and Karen.  They both have a special passion for the children of Haiti and they have followed the passion that God set in their hearts and took action to serve these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this:  to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."  (James 1:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that he has brought Karen and Kaitlyn home to us safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7739545579984413356?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7739545579984413356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7739545579984413356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7739545579984413356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7739545579984413356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/yea-kaitlyn-and-karen-are-home.html' title='Yea, Kaitlyn and Karen are Home'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-601053064407516964</id><published>2008-08-16T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:51:44.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Fay</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much for your prayers.  I just went to Weather.com and it looks like the storm is now just getting past Haiti.  From the following news report, it appears the hurricane is heading into the ocean today and it was not a very powerful hurricane (praise God!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The center of Tropical Storm Fay appears close to emerging off the west coast of Haiti. Maximum sustained winds are estimated at 45 mph, mainly near coastal areas. Late last night, a sustained wind of 40 mph was measured on the southeast coast of the Dominican Republic.&lt;br /&gt;Fay continues moving west at about 14 mph. The center of the storm has been over land since Friday afternoon, and little change in strength has occurred. However, as the storm emerges back over open waters today, the opportunity for additional strengthening will increase as environmental conditions remain favorable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Karen and Kaitlyn in your prayers.  Their flight arrives into Cininnati at 11:30am tonight.  We are all excited and will be there to welcome our missionaries home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-601053064407516964?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/601053064407516964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=601053064407516964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/601053064407516964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/601053064407516964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-fay.html' title='Update on Fay'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4462011570447272091</id><published>2008-08-15T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:24:19.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Away Fay</title><content type='html'>I have an urgent prayer request.  Hurricane Fay is currently over the Dominican Republic and bearing down on Haiti.  It's suppossed to hit Haiti in the morning.  This would prevent Karen and Kaitlyn's flight from leaving.  Karen called today and said that Kaitlyn wants to come home so bad.  Please pray that Fay slows down enough to allow Karen and Kaitlyn's flight to get out.  Also pray that this hurricane is a mild one and does not cause any damage, pain or suffering to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and love to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4462011570447272091?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4462011570447272091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4462011570447272091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4462011570447272091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4462011570447272091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/stay-away-fay.html' title='Stay Away Fay'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6403103335164228917</id><published>2008-08-12T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:24:02.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti Update</title><content type='html'>Karen called me tonight and let me know she is doing well in Haiti.  This was the first time we have heard from her so we were starting to get a little worried (although Karla had told me that the lack of communication is not unusual for Haiti).  Karen says the internet has been very spotty and is only up for 5 minute periods at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says things are going very well.  She is enjoying her time with Kaitlyn and the group.  We got cut off on our phone call so I don't know a whole lot more.  I'll keep you posted if I hear anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Karen and Kaitlyn in your prayers.  That would be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Tim and I are doing fine and we can hardly wait until Karen and Kaitlyn get home on Saturday!!!  Nick left on Saturday for MSU so we are in Nick withdrawals around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6403103335164228917?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6403103335164228917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6403103335164228917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6403103335164228917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6403103335164228917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/haiti-update.html' title='Haiti Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6136884270773397639</id><published>2008-08-08T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:20:49.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You say goodbye.....</title><content type='html'>This has been a great summer for Nick.  He spent his first six weeks in Germany.  Then, he was unable to get a job (no one wanted to hire him for six weeks) so he was able to do a lot of cool things.  At the beginning of July, his friend, Tigi, and his cousin, Emma, came to visit.  He had a blast with them.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJyMuosQs5I/AAAAAAAAAno/6iPVhkhyffo/s1600-h/100_3185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232211599922606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJyMuosQs5I/AAAAAAAAAno/6iPVhkhyffo/s320/100_3185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we went on a family camping trip.  That was such a good time and we made many memories.  Next came Florida.  He was disappointed he did not make it to Illinois this summer to visit his IL relatives.  It has been so great having Nick home and I will miss him so much when he returns to East Lansing tomorrow.  I love you, Nick, and will miss you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJyMlyszC_I/AAAAAAAAAng/p_41_7aDXN4/s1600-h/100_3228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232211447990389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJyMlyszC_I/AAAAAAAAAng/p_41_7aDXN4/s320/100_3228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update from Phoenix:  &lt;/em&gt;Last night there was a modelling show.  This is Tim's least favorite part of this whole stuff...Runway modelling.  Well, he was chosen to be in the "big" event on Saturday night.  (you can laugh now, Uncle Rod.....I can hear you now)  Mike said the girls "screamed" when he walked by.  He has two auditions today with call backs being tomorrow.  They said not many kids get called back&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/5170649875899994315-6136884270773397639?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6136884270773397639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6136884270773397639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6136884270773397639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6136884270773397639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='You say goodbye.....'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJyMuosQs5I/AAAAAAAAAno/6iPVhkhyffo/s72-c/100_3185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1570941142256929798</id><published>2008-08-07T08:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:14:33.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, I will be leaving for Haiti.  This is a special trip for me on so many levels.  First, I will get to be with Kaitlyn.  She has been in Haiti since mid-May.  This is the longest I have ever gone without seeing my daughter.  I miss her very much.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrk_vEPRqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A8oyexU6PeE/s1600-h/100_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231745700761388706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrk_vEPRqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A8oyexU6PeE/s320/100_2371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second, I will be in a country that I love.  I feel so "comfortable" there.  The people are full of joy although they have so little.  I can't wait to see the children at Three Angels.  To hear their laughter and see their rambunctious spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkq4NR6DI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-T9uoJb7LXw/s1600-h/100_2246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231745342437976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkq4NR6DI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-T9uoJb7LXw/s320/100_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will also be traveling with a friend who has also fallen in love with Haiti.  Her family has been very supportive of Kaitlyn and her desire to serve in Haiti.  They are also adopting two adorable boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkdaT06VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/nZEJvwK1j00/s1600-h/100_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231745111074072914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkdaT06VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/nZEJvwK1j00/s320/100_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was from the mountains in Haiti where there is greenery and trees.  I find this so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkM7BlP5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/nWLOWiUhgW0/s1600-h/21-5%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231744827798142866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkM7BlP5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/nWLOWiUhgW0/s320/21-5%2B023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn has met many families and has loved getting closer to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkIXpxoaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/hQlyeycY2Y0/s1600-h/22-5centers%252B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231744749583573410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkIXpxoaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/hQlyeycY2Y0/s320/22-5centers%252B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkAQapK0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/hzfYxjJiXww/s1600-h/Sunday23-5%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231744610202102594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrkAQapK0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/hzfYxjJiXww/s320/Sunday23-5%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn, I am so proud of you and your desire to follow God's calling on your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have sacrificed your summer to be with the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you and will see you very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5170649875899994315-1570941142256929798?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1570941142256929798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1570941142256929798&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1570941142256929798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1570941142256929798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-haiti.html' title='Back to Haiti'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJrk_vEPRqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A8oyexU6PeE/s72-c/100_2371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1506955189245022412</id><published>2008-08-05T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:09:31.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix, here we come!</title><content type='html'>Mike and Tim are on their way to Phoenix tomorrow.  Tim is participating in an event called T&lt;em&gt;h&lt;/em&gt;e (TAY).  Tim has been interested in acting and this event brings in agents, managers and talent scouts from across the country.  It will be interesting to see IF this goes anywhere...at the least, it will be a great experience for Tim.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkG5PmLwDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mkJID5QkEA0/s1600-h/PictureACT+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231220022676537394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkG5PmLwDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mkJID5QkEA0/s320/PictureACT+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkGqH920WI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MaQEXMYUkiA/s1600-h/PictureACT+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231219762930307426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkGqH920WI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MaQEXMYUkiA/s320/PictureACT+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkGbiQQGGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fVgWR2vkNoc/s1600-h/PictureACT+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231219512288745570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkGbiQQGGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fVgWR2vkNoc/s320/PictureACT+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkGM-HemEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VJEn8OsUf1g/s1600-h/PictureACT+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231219262070102082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkGM-HemEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VJEn8OsUf1g/s320/PictureACT+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good luck, Tim!  I'll be praying foryou.  "Break a leg" as they say.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1506955189245022412?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1506955189245022412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1506955189245022412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1506955189245022412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1506955189245022412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/phoenix-here-we-come.html' title='Phoenix, here we come!'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJkG5PmLwDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mkJID5QkEA0/s72-c/PictureACT+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-5264767005771516642</id><published>2008-08-03T20:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:11:45.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Smyrna Beach Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julia enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Mary's famous pancakes on our first morning!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZH4Tj1ArI/AAAAAAAAAl4/JmSB7Ke7EDQ/s1600-h/100_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230447049886204594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZH4Tj1ArI/AAAAAAAAAl4/JmSB7Ke7EDQ/s320/100_3310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex John and Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHsuHl9BI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EyMISxDbSxU/s1600-h/100_3317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230446850857104402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHsuHl9BI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EyMISxDbSxU/s320/100_3317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia, Tim and Nick on the Dingy behind Uncle John's sailboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHjiID7XI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nFl-irh-SLQ/s1600-h/100_3330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230446693019020658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHjiID7XI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nFl-irh-SLQ/s320/100_3330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Mary, John, Alex and Steve hanging out on the sailboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHaIWJ7UI/AAAAAAAAAlg/FKg5B4Tui2I/s1600-h/100_3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230446531479989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHaIWJ7UI/AAAAAAAAAlg/FKg5B4Tui2I/s320/100_3332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Mary with five of her grandchildren.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHP9mcpoI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MMj4HV2mxvE/s1600-h/100_3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230446356796843650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHP9mcpoI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MMj4HV2mxvE/s320/100_3352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim learned how to surf on this trip.  Here he is at the Jetty's.  (no shark bites this day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHHyFO8qI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sND-dAPPNBw/s1600-h/100_3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230446216265790114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZHHyFO8qI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sND-dAPPNBw/s320/100_3361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; and Nick hanging out watching the kids surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZG9Qr6KqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3_T8UwqZ4qs/s1600-h/100_3369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230446035502508706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZG9Qr6KqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3_T8UwqZ4qs/s320/100_3369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching the storm move over the ocean near the Jetty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZG1lDgUTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/aXzjnmwVTHE/s1600-h/100_3372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230445903531233586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZG1lDgUTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/aXzjnmwVTHE/s320/100_3372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim after his successful day of surfing.  See the storm in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZGpo4iC2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/mIO8b7pQ9kc/s1600-h/100_3373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230445698400521058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZGpo4iC2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/mIO8b7pQ9kc/s320/100_3373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see.....I didn't make it in any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;.  We had a great time!  Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Mary for the wonderful hospitality.  We had a great time with Steve, Debbie, Alex, Becca and Julie.  It was fun with John and Nancy and Haley and her cousin, Claire.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-5264767005771516642?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5264767005771516642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=5264767005771516642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5264767005771516642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5264767005771516642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-smyrna-beach-photos.html' title='New Smyrna Beach Photos'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SJZH4Tj1ArI/AAAAAAAAAl4/JmSB7Ke7EDQ/s72-c/100_3310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8367018323104769472</id><published>2008-08-02T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:07:21.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we're home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We made it home late last night.....by late, I mean 8:30pm.  It was a LONG drive (15+ hours), but we all had so much fun with our extended family!  I'll post more photos later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8367018323104769472?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8367018323104769472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8367018323104769472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8367018323104769472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8367018323104769472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-home.html' title='we&apos;re home'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-653198042650182044</id><published>2008-07-26T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:41:57.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>florida update</title><content type='html'>Quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Tim, Julia and I made it safely to Florida on Thursday night.  This was a spur of the minute trip.  Steve and Debbie and the kids arrived today, so it was fun watching the cousins playing on the beach together.  Tim got a surfing lesson from his cousin Alex.  Julia made a "drip castle" with Becca.  Tim had fun mastering the skim board.  He's getting quite good.  Nick "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chillaxed&lt;/span&gt;" and made us all laugh.  Uncle Steve served margaritas on the beach!  We miss you, Mike and Kaitlyn!  It's more fun when we are all together.  The kids are giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Mary lots of attention and hugs.  She is enjoying it very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-653198042650182044?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/653198042650182044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=653198042650182044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/653198042650182044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/653198042650182044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/florida-update.html' title='florida update'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4004246468280698834</id><published>2008-07-20T19:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:02:02.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE is your next....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMERICAN IDOL&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIPF0lEe-HI/AAAAAAAAAig/EtCsGIMM-6c/s1600-h/100_3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225237499774695538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIPF0lEe-HI/AAAAAAAAAig/EtCsGIMM-6c/s320/100_3276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick in front of Freedom Hall. Notice his wristband and paperwork! I even have a wristband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIPFqniPZ5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/RIUVEnQyF0U/s1600-h/100_3277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225237328637683602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIPFqniPZ5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/RIUVEnQyF0U/s320/100_3277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, tomorrow Nick and I are getting up and leaving our house by 2:30am to arrive in Louisville, Kentucky by 5:00am. Yes, that is what time we have to be in line for Nick to audition for American Idol. Yesterday, Nick and I drove to L-ville so he could register. That took way less time than we expected, so we spent the rest of the afternoon reminiscing. We drove by our old house, their former school, the health club that Mike where Mike worked (even saw a man, Chuck, that was friends with us). We ended the day by attending church at Southeast Christian Church. It was a fun day thinking of our time in Louisville. I'll let you know if Nick makes it to the next round. Either way, as Sara says, we are making a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Luck, Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Late Edit:  Nick and I got back to Cincinnati around 5pm  He did not make the first cut, but we had an absolute blast with this experience!  We are exhausted, but energized.  We met some nice people from around the USA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5170649875899994315-4004246468280698834?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4004246468280698834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4004246468280698834&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4004246468280698834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4004246468280698834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-is-your-next.html' title='HERE is your next....'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIPF0lEe-HI/AAAAAAAAAig/EtCsGIMM-6c/s72-c/100_3276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3922090729264687140</id><published>2008-07-18T17:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:09:50.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmalina JoLee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had an awesome visit from my niece, Emma!  Emma just graduated from High School and will be attending Taylor University in Ft. Wayne, Indiana.  Below are some pictures of her visit.  I realized that Mike isn't any of them....probably because he worked too much the week she was here!  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFyAa5a4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NSTDiS6QW_w/s1600-h/100_3160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224463399390899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFyAa5a4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NSTDiS6QW_w/s320/100_3160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Swim Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFppA9K_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/nowHOCERt1g/s1600-h/100_3162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224463255669124082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFppA9K_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/nowHOCERt1g/s320/100_3162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick and Emma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFfSjKbyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/y3S0NwROZaM/s1600-h/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224463077839892258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFfSjKbyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/y3S0NwROZaM/s320/100_3170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFWML8sWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VHXTJfjyDYI/s1600-h/100_3173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224462921513087330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFWML8sWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VHXTJfjyDYI/s320/100_3173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Claddagh Irish Pub on Emma's last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFL-sIFYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qKvxwhBlNe8/s1600-h/100_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224462746091263362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFL-sIFYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qKvxwhBlNe8/s320/100_3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim, Nick and Emma with Cincinnati in background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFDIEDYkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/X6PuXdgz8XI/s1600-h/100_3177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224462593988715074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFDIEDYkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/X6PuXdgz8XI/s320/100_3177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Emma!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you, Emma!  Thanks for visiting!&lt;/div&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/5170649875899994315-3922090729264687140?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3922090729264687140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3922090729264687140&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3922090729264687140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3922090729264687140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/emmalina-jolee.html' title='Emmalina JoLee'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SIEFyAa5a4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NSTDiS6QW_w/s72-c/100_3160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8224640512003209402</id><published>2008-07-11T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:43:54.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two years ago</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today I heard the words "there is some cancerous tissue."  WHAT?  Cancerous tissue?  What does that mean?  I always thought that when there was a diagnosis of cancer, they would just tell you "you have cancer."  The words "cancerous tissue" seemed to minimize the seriousness of it.  Maybe in some way they were trying to protect me.  I know that I'm a person who deals with reality.  I really don't like things &lt;em&gt;sugar coated&lt;/em&gt;.  I like to know the facts.  I guess no matter what they told me that day, the bottom line was... I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  After watching my sister go through chemo, I knew what would be coming next.  But her strength helped prepare me emotionally.  I knew it would be difficult, but I wanted to take one day at a time.  7-11-06 is a day that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am rejoicing that it is two years later.  Today I'm feeling strong.  Today I'm down 30+ pounds from that day.  Today I thank God that I was able to have breast reconstruction surgery.  Today I celebrate!  Today I have a hope and future.  Thank you, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.  You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."  Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8224640512003209402?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8224640512003209402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8224640512003209402&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8224640512003209402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8224640512003209402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-years-ago.html' title='two years ago'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4240231781405177188</id><published>2008-07-06T18:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:03:40.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fourth of july weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend.  Nick's friend, Tigi, came down from Michigan for a visit.  Then, early Friday morning, Tim and Emma arrived via Amtrak.  We had a full house and lots of laughs.  On Friday, Mike, Nick, Tim, Tigi and Julia were in the Anderson Fourth of July Parade.  Emma and I passed since it was raining.  We cooked out later in the day...hamburgers and hot dogs, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039686162642898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFOcAcqd9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/vZDtmDXz2BQ/s320/100_3151.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tigi and Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFONl0ouII/AAAAAAAAAfY/0fYMeMzK7lk/s1600-h/100_3147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039438497265794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFONl0ouII/AAAAAAAAAfY/0fYMeMzK7lk/s320/100_3147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma taking a picture of me taking a picture of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFOAm54YPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Gu3GH8laDwA/s1600-h/100_3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039215449399538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFOAm54YPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Gu3GH8laDwA/s320/100_3152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tigi and Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFN3ZOZfyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_Gzzr8Si2yM/s1600-h/100_3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039057158536994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFN3ZOZfyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_Gzzr8Si2yM/s320/100_3155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Combes Family minus Kaitlyn!  We miss you, Kaitlyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFNodSykxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/rssv_oQAIsQ/s1600-h/100_3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220038800552661778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFNodSykxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/rssv_oQAIsQ/s320/100_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Karen with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; American Idol &lt;div&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/5170649875899994315-4240231781405177188?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4240231781405177188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4240231781405177188&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4240231781405177188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4240231781405177188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july-weekend.html' title='fourth of july weekend'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SHFOcAcqd9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/vZDtmDXz2BQ/s72-c/100_3151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4456623954191428158</id><published>2008-07-02T20:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:53:54.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, nick's home, julia's haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Linda and Julia have a very special relationship.  It is one that doesn't need words.  They work and play together on many levels.  Linda came down from Michigan to help while I'm recuperating.  One day, Linda took Julia to the zoo.  They left around 9am and didn't return until 5pm.  They had quite an adventure at the zoo.  The next day, Linda and Julia did some planting and gardening.  It was a very humid morning, but Linda was very impressed with Julia's work ethic.  I was thankful for both of their hard work.  Linda made us fabulous dinners, did the laundry and picked up the house.  Thank you so much Linda!  Thanks to Tom for sharing his wife for the week.  We love you guys!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgc7MFHUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VGSHUspE57g/s1600-h/100_3126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581749512346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgc7MFHUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VGSHUspE57g/s320/100_3126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgV1Xl2dI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CfcG_TwQbhU/s1600-h/100_3123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581627690932690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgV1Xl2dI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CfcG_TwQbhU/s320/100_3123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linda and Julia hugging goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgF0lP4mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9Db3gjfmCK0/s1600-h/100_3128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581352601870946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgF0lP4mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9Db3gjfmCK0/s320/100_3128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday, Nick arrived home from Germany.  Here are Mike and Julia waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwf796nIKI/AAAAAAAAAds/wuQR7pQfL34/s1600-h/100_3132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581183308701858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwf796nIKI/AAAAAAAAAds/wuQR7pQfL34/s320/100_3132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Linda and Julia made this sign for Nick!  He really liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwfyQfdFNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/coKIEi2pM5w/s1600-h/100_3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581016496379090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwfyQfdFNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/coKIEi2pM5w/s320/100_3133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick had a great time.  I am so happy he is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwfn2DsDmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TKlJ6aH6gaQ/s1600-h/100_3137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218580837601906274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwfn2DsDmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TKlJ6aH6gaQ/s320/100_3137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got tired of fighting all Julia's tangles and today "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeffiner&lt;/span&gt;" cut off over 4" of hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwffrK9sGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NqgWu1FTPUQ/s1600-h/100_3135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218580697240678498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwffrK9sGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NqgWu1FTPUQ/s320/100_3135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4456623954191428158?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4456623954191428158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4456623954191428158&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4456623954191428158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4456623954191428158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-nicks-home-julias-haircut.html' title='thank you, nick&apos;s home, julia&apos;s haircut'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwgc7MFHUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VGSHUspE57g/s72-c/100_3126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2024373395215610544</id><published>2008-06-25T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:04:42.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who I Saw Today</title><content type='html'>So today we went on a bus tour of Berlin and we made a stop to see the Brandenburger Tor. We got out of the bus and had to cut through a building to get to the Tor. So as we were about to walk through the glass doors the security tells us that we cant go through because Condoleezza Rice was about to walk from the American Embassy to her hotel. The building we were in was right in between the two. So about 2 minutes later Condoleezza Rice walked right by where we were. We all started waving and taking pictures. I got one of her. I shouted I LOVE YOU and she waved and pointed at my shirt which was an East Lansing shirt. It was very exciting. She was like 10 feet from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2024373395215610544?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2024373395215610544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2024373395215610544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2024373395215610544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2024373395215610544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-who-i-saw-today.html' title='Guess Who I Saw Today'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7186969862530002230</id><published>2008-06-24T12:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:22:57.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEcQ5WjmrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/88zl1CLtUMo/s1600-h/100_3115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480920070658738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEcQ5WjmrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/88zl1CLtUMo/s320/100_3115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim and Julia...hope he doesn't pull her in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEcJPjB1jI/AAAAAAAAAc0/S2eG714A-ik/s1600-h/100_3108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480788589598258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEcJPjB1jI/AAAAAAAAAc0/S2eG714A-ik/s320/100_3108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee, Tim, Kaylee and Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEb9YHZUsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wgNhfL0aa_8/s1600-h/100_3106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480584731185858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEb9YHZUsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wgNhfL0aa_8/s320/100_3106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee, Haley, Kelsey and Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbun8BDXI/AAAAAAAAAck/gICUTUjw6r0/s1600-h/100_3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480331280387442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbun8BDXI/AAAAAAAAAck/gICUTUjw6r0/s320/100_3110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly, Karen and Karla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbie2nm0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/3G7XsHOZYCA/s1600-h/100_3102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480122683398978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbie2nm0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/3G7XsHOZYCA/s320/100_3102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little too much sunscreen.  Like father, like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbWUDGCNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/WYddnZDMhvA/s1600-h/100_3116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215479913624504530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbWUDGCNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/WYddnZDMhvA/s320/100_3116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbEsjr3XI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WjSfB1ZFeno/s1600-h/100_3119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215479610966007154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEbEsjr3XI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WjSfB1ZFeno/s320/100_3119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tube popped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is very quiet today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just Julia and I until Aunt Linda arrives later today.  &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7186969862530002230?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7186969862530002230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7186969862530002230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7186969862530002230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7186969862530002230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-at-pool.html' title='Day at the Pool'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGEcQ5WjmrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/88zl1CLtUMo/s72-c/100_3115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7060064944086400829</id><published>2008-06-22T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:55:49.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I got to Cincinnati last night about 8pm.  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; good to be home!  It was a lot of fun last night with Tim and Julia &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; Karla, Kelly, Haley, Kelsey, Kaylee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt;.  We got to laughing and they are "banned" from making me laugh.  ha!  It hurts too much.  The "cleaning ladies" must have made an appearance because the house looked great.  It was a great greeting home from everyone.  Julia kept hugging me.  Tim gave me a big hug, too, then went on the computer.  He does better with one on one time with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am relieved to be six days post surgery.  The Cleveland Clinic is an amazing place.  The breast reconstruction surgical team has a contract with the VIP wing at the CC.  No kidding, I was on the VIP floor.  One of my nurses told me that when there is a pro player from Cleveland (Browns, Indians or Cavaliers) that has an overnight stay, they are on this floor.  At the end of the hall, they had screens and armed guards outside one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;patient's&lt;/span&gt; rooms.  Because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HIPPA&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) laws, we are not 100% of who the patient was, but there were "priests" (as I heard them refer to themselves, but definitely not Catholic) who walked the halls.  They were big men, wearing long black gowns/robes, long black beards and a black hat of some sort.  English was not their primary language.  I didn't ever see the actual patient walking the halls.  It was a surreal experience.  The nursing staff was top-notch.  I don't think there could ever be a better hospital stay for me EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this blog over the last week and following this journey.  Linda arrives on Tuesday to assist.  THANK YOU Linda!!!  I will be unable to drive for awhile and she will entertain Julia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn, I'm thinking of you this week.  Yesterday her boyfriend, Michael, arrived with a Medical Missions team.  She hasn't seen Michael for over a month and I know she misses him.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monfils&lt;/span&gt; family is also down in Haiti this week.  I know all involved will have a memorable week, but especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt;.  I will keep you in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick gets back from Germany in eight days, but who is counting.  =-)  Can't wait to have him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7060064944086400829?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7060064944086400829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7060064944086400829&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7060064944086400829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7060064944086400829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2647732679421824413</id><published>2008-06-20T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:36:23.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks from Karen</title><content type='html'>Hello Family and Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate more than words can say all the prayers and comments this week.  They could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be felt on many levels.  I am healing better than I could have expected; the room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodations&lt;/span&gt; exceeded my expectations; the nursing and support staff have been so very kind; the food has been delicious; BUT best of all, my favorite nurse, MIKE, is quite cute and very helpful!  Honestly, it has been great to have these last six days together.  He has been there for everything with a positive attitude and giving spirit.  Tonight Mike is Detroit (with his sister Linda) seeing his favorite all-time singer, Burton Cummings.  Two years ago with BC toured in the USA, I was diagnosed with cancer and Mike was unable to make it to any of the concerts.  This summer, I wanted more than anything for him to be able to go.  He left Cleveland around 2:15 and is at the concert as I write this.  I know he is having a blast and a much deserved "break" from his nursing duties.  Mike....I love you and thanks for all your love this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow afternoon I will be discharged.  I am now ready to head back to Cincinnati.  I'm sore but know that I am ready for the next step.  I will go home with three drains.  YUCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2647732679421824413?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2647732679421824413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2647732679421824413&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2647732679421824413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2647732679421824413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-from-karen.html' title='Thanks from Karen'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4120249232898229849</id><published>2008-06-20T10:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:43:41.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Morning Update</title><content type='html'>Karen slept great last night and I did too.  Karen had a nice breakfast and is now sitting up reading the USA Today.  After being cloudy and cold all week, it's a beautiful sunshiny day here in Cleveland.  We are sitting here in the room with the curtains wide open and sun streaming in.  Except for her hospital gown, you would never even know Karen just had surgery.  She looks radiant and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady just came in with a card from Margaret.  Karen says "thanks Mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not be a surprise to anyone, but Karen has made great friends with all the nurses and aides here at the hospital.  Many of them are giving her hugs after they leave their shifts since they know this is Karen's last day.  Yesterday two of the nurses (Beverly and Janice) just came in to "hang out" with Karen.  Like always, Karen has shown her loving, positive and Godly spirit and has touched numerous people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Cleveland Clinic is really something.  In addition to having a single room that is more like a hotel than a hospital room, the food has been incredible.  Karen has five gourmet choices for each meal such as filet mignon, salmon, baked cod and schwen chicken and rice.  Since today is her last day, they came in and gave her a beautiful fruit basket and a six-pack of Fuji water.  We have felt more like we've stayed in a five star hotel than a hospital for the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is going to be quite a sports weekend for all of us.  Margaret and Karen's Cubs take on Rod's White Sox in the first crosstown series ever with both teams in first place.  And there is a possibility of World War III erupting if Julia's Russian team beats the Netherlands in soccer today and ends up facing Nick's Germany in the European Cup.  Julia will be cheering, "Russia - da!,  Germany - nyet!  Julia - da!!, Nick - nyet!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the love, prayers and support this past week.  You don't know how good this made us feel and the strength it gave to Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4120249232898229849?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4120249232898229849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4120249232898229849&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4120249232898229849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4120249232898229849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-morning-update.html' title='Friday Morning Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-596811635926812508</id><published>2008-06-19T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:29:44.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night at the Cleveland Clinic</title><content type='html'>Karen is having a very good day at the Cleveland Clinic.  Colleen Monfil will be glad to hear that Karen took three walks today.  She is moving better and better each time.  We just went on the final walk about 30 minutes ago and Karen walked down three seperate hallways.  We came back and she is now sitting up watching Larry King with me.  She is really progressing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news.  Karen has been cleared to be discharged from the hospital on Saturday morning although we will probably stay at a hotel in the Cleveland area on Saturday night so Karen can get some downtime before we head back to the onslaught that is called Timmy and Julia (and Mike too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Nick - Deutchland won today 3-1.  I bet they are going crazy over there for the team.  I also wanted to let you know that I finally went to Au Bon Pain today for lunch.  Wow - I love that place.  I had the best chicken pesto sandwich and tomato and rice soup ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are about to call it a night and go to sleep for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-596811635926812508?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/596811635926812508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=596811635926812508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/596811635926812508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/596811635926812508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-night-at-cleveland-clinic.html' title='Thursday Night at the Cleveland Clinic'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2879938233796840677</id><published>2008-06-19T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:14:45.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen's Thursday Update</title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day for Karen.  At this point, she is almost getting up on her own and going to the bathroom.  She just needs a little bit of help.  This morning we took a short walk down the hall.  She didn't make it too far, but at least she was out walking.  We are going to take some more walks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen's appetite is getting better also.  She was hungry for breakfast this morning and she ate cereal, banana, strawberry yogurt and half an apple muffin.  This is the first time she ate well.  They gave her a filet mignon last night and she barely touched it.  I knew she wasn't feeling well if she wouldn't eat filet mignon.  It was nice to see her appetite improve today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to take a long walk this morning.  It was nice to go outside.  I walked a couple of miles to a Bruegger's Bagels and enjoyed a bagel breakfast sandwich and a protein smoothie.  It was nice to get out of the hospital and get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for all the support and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS to Jim Day:  Due to your snooping in the Cleveland Clinic computer system, I was visited by hospital security today about the missing food in the G section.  I've pleaded innocent, but they are threatening an x-ray of my stomach if more food is missing in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2879938233796840677?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2879938233796840677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2879938233796840677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2879938233796840677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2879938233796840677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/karens-thursday-update.html' title='Karen&apos;s Thursday Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2654666557323150695</id><published>2008-06-19T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:16:34.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Rod is Fifty!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Rod Brown is 50 years old today.  Besides being a White Sox fan, he is a GREAT guy.  For those of you who don't know Rod, he is the husband of Karen's sister Karla.  He is the proud father of Kory, Emma, Kaylee and Kylee.  Here are the top 10 reasons we love Rod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Extremely nice man who genuinely cares about people.&lt;br /&gt;9.  A Christian man with a wonderful heart for God.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Finest looking yard in state of Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Even better than Karen at corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;6.  One of few people who can put Timmy in his place.&lt;br /&gt;5.  A very loving husband and father.&lt;br /&gt;4.  He loves his Buffalo Bills and Chicago White Sox.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nations kindest, nicest and friendliest postal worker.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Has second best tan in nation next to Gramma Mary.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Two words - Rod Burgers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rod!!  We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2654666557323150695?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2654666557323150695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2654666557323150695&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2654666557323150695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2654666557323150695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/uncle-rod-is-fifty.html' title='Uncle Rod is Fifty!!!!!'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4532721331242935508</id><published>2008-06-18T18:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:41:02.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen's Latest Pee Report</title><content type='html'>After a very rough first try at going to the bathroom where she nearly passed out, Karen has been up three times now to successfully pee.  Although it's still painful for her to get up, she did not come close to passing out.  After the second time she got up to pee, she actually wanted to stay seated for awhile.  She sat in a chair for about 45 minutes - this is great progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having fun just talking - the two of us with no interuptions (except for the nurses).  We watched parts of the Tim Russert funeral.  Boy - his son gave an incredible eulogy.  Karen and I were HUGE fans of Tim Russert.  Whenever he came on TV, we would yell to each other "Tim Russert's on" and we knew we were going to get the "straight scoop".  I'll never forget Kaitlyn and I staying up all night the night of the 2000 election watching that incredible election.  We were watching the NBC coverage so we watched plenty of Tim Russert.  It was a special father and daughter moment watching history unfold in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen just took some more pain medication so she is sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your love and prayers.  We can feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I have moved out of the hotel and into Karen's room.  She has a single room with a fold out bed and the nurses said it was OK for me to stay here.  That will allow us to save some money on the hotel room which is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4532721331242935508?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4532721331242935508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4532721331242935508&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4532721331242935508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4532721331242935508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/karens-latest-pee-report.html' title='Karen&apos;s Latest Pee Report'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4133076705693491632</id><published>2008-06-18T12:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:14:47.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Bathroom Trip for Karen</title><content type='html'>Karen just had to get up to go to the bathroom for the first time.  With her catheter now out, she has to get up and walk to the bathroom (with the help of the nurses).  Unfortunately, it did not go very well.  She became very lightheaded and she nearly passed out.  She was also in a lot of pain.  If all that wasn't bad enough, by the time she got to the toilet, she didn't need to go anymore.  All that for nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made Karen very tired and she is now sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4133076705693491632?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4133076705693491632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4133076705693491632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4133076705693491632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4133076705693491632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/difficult-bathroom-trip-for-karen.html' title='Difficult Bathroom Trip for Karen'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-903592066735264762</id><published>2008-06-18T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:23:10.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Morning Update</title><content type='html'>I walked into the hospital room at 8:30am this morning and Karen looked great.  She is doing amazingly well.  Her spirits have greatly lifted since early in the day yesterday.  She just had the nurse laughing out loud.  The nurse was checking Karen's new breast and Karen said, "it's strange to see freckles from your abdomin on your breast".  (For those of you who don't know, they removed a portion of her belly to form the new breast.)  This statement had the nurse cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse just remarked that Karen has not had any pain medication since midnight last night.  She was surprised that Karen was not in more pain.  They just gave her some more pain medication as Karen was starting to feel some musculature pain in her abdomin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they are going to remove the catheter.  That means Karen will need to get up and go to the bathroom anytime she needs to go.  This will get her up and going, but there is probably going to be a lot of pain today as she gets used to moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the prayers, support and comments.  We greatly appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS for Jim Day:  I'm eating about 75% of Karen's food.  I see it as an important public service to make sure the hospital food is not wasted.  Karen has trouble eating it all and there is no sense in having this food go to waste.  I'll make sure I leave Karen a morsel here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-903592066735264762?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/903592066735264762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=903592066735264762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/903592066735264762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/903592066735264762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday-morning-update.html' title='Wednesday Morning Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2627749753270735276</id><published>2008-06-17T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:24:59.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - Another Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry for my lack of updates today.  I spent most of the day napping in a chair next to Karen - rough life, huh.  Karen has had a good day.  She was moved out of ICU around 9:30am and up to her new room.  As I said, the new room is fantastic.  It's a single room and it's more like a hotel room than a hospital room.  It has a TV, a fan, a refridgerator and lots of wood trim.  There is a convenience center right across the hall with ice, water, pop, coffee and tea.  The nursing staff is very nice and Karen has already made friends with all of them.  It is all very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2pm, the nurse came in and asked Karen if she wanted to try and sit up.  Karen was not excited about this since she was in so much pain.  She slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, but was very light headed.  They waited a bit, then slowly stood her up, turned her around and had her sit in a chair.  This actually was very comfortable for Karen.  She sat in the chair for about 30 minutes, but then grew tired.  The nurses moved her back to the bed and Karen took a long nap (and so did I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Karen is feeling the best she has felt.  She is kind of surprised.  She has energy and feels good.  We're just sitting around watching Larry King right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  I will try to do better about posting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the prayers and comments  They mean alot to Karen and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2627749753270735276?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2627749753270735276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2627749753270735276&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2627749753270735276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2627749753270735276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-another-update.html' title='Finally - Another Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8689447893132892749</id><published>2008-06-17T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:30:52.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen Information</title><content type='html'>Some people have asked for Karen's address and room #.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Combes - Room G71-11&lt;br /&gt;The Cleveland Clinic&lt;br /&gt;9500 Euclid Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland, Ohio 44195&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen loves to get comments on the blog, so please write a little comment if you have a moment.  Karla and Kelly, if you could have Tim, Julia, Haley, Kelsey, Kaylee, Kylee post, Karen would really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8689447893132892749?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8689447893132892749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8689447893132892749&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8689447893132892749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8689447893132892749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/karen-information.html' title='Karen Information'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8925815529149341145</id><published>2008-06-17T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:54:56.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Deutschland!</title><content type='html'>The Europe soccer championship is going on right now...and Germany played last night against Austria and won! We all went to Mambo (a bar) to watch the game. There were a lot of people there and Germany is VERY patriotic during the soccer season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Germany wins so many people go in their cars and drive around town honking and cheering. It was really exciting! We play again on Thursday and if Germany makes it all the way to the final game it will be on my last night in Germany. That will be exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of me all decked out for Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SFfB91CQhrI/AAAAAAAAADg/SwZHi6adQkY/s1600-h/100_0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SFfB91CQhrI/AAAAAAAAADg/SwZHi6adQkY/s320/100_0865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212848361657370290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8925815529149341145?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8925815529149341145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8925815529149341145&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8925815529149341145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8925815529149341145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-deutschland.html' title='Go Deutschland!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SFfB91CQhrI/AAAAAAAAADg/SwZHi6adQkY/s72-c/100_0865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1398941776950986706</id><published>2008-06-17T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:20:12.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Update</title><content type='html'>I saw Karen in ICU at 8:30am.  She is doing as well as can be expected.  She did not sleep very well last night with all the commotion of ICU and with the increasing discomfort she is feeling as the pain medication wears off.  It's also hard to sleep when you cannot role over on your side.  They did give her a sponge bath this morning and she is looking great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen will be moving to a new room within the hour.  I'm already up in the new room.  It is really nice.  It's a single room and it looks more like a hotel room than a hospital room.  When I entered the lobby for this unit, it was more like entering a Holiday Inn than a hospital.  We are on the 7th floor with a nice view of Cleveland (well, as nice as the "mistake on the lake" can possibly look.  You have to understand that people from Detroit and Cincinnati don't particularly care for Cleveland.  And since I'm from Detroit and live in Cincinnati, I have a double dislike for Cleveland.  Actually it's all in good fun.  Just like the Michigan State and Michigan thing - right Linda and Kaitlyn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen should be up here soon.  As I get more information, I'll pass it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1398941776950986706?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1398941776950986706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1398941776950986706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1398941776950986706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1398941776950986706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-update.html' title='Tuesday Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8264348005884634129</id><published>2008-06-16T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:13:42.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Update for Today</title><content type='html'>I'm back at the guest house at the Cleveland Clinic.  I saw Karen in ICU for a second time.  She is continuing to do well and is still very clear-headed and aware.  Although she is still not able to eat or drink, I was able to place a sponge at the end of stick in ice water and let her suck on it.  She really liked that.  She is in good spirits although she is dying to roll over on her side and to have a Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow she should be moving out of ICU and into a room.  The doctor expects her to be in the hospital through Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to bed now.  I'll be back at the hospital at 8am and I'll give you updates tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all your thougths and prayers.  It's been a blessed day with the Lord God answering many prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8264348005884634129?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8264348005884634129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8264348005884634129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8264348005884634129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8264348005884634129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-update-for-today.html' title='Last Update for Today'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4924089155036080811</id><published>2008-06-16T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:27:01.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw Karen</title><content type='html'>I was able to see Karen in ICU for about 20 minutes at 5:30pm.  She was doing remarkably well.  This morning when I asked the doctor about seeing her tonight, he said I could go see her, but she probably would be very out of it and not even remember the conversation.  Although she may not remember it later, she was very clear thinking and responsive during my visit.  Karen has always been a very strong person and a quick healer.  After her cesarians, Karen was always back on her feet and moving around very quickly.  She's one tough cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see her in another two hours than that's it for the night.  I'll post after my last visit and let you know how Karen is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all your prayers and please keep them coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4924089155036080811?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4924089155036080811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4924089155036080811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4924089155036080811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4924089155036080811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-saw-karen.html' title='I Saw Karen'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2013978501124092613</id><published>2008-06-16T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:33:36.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Completed</title><content type='html'>I just finished talking to the doctor who performed the surgery.  He said the surgery went fantastic - it could not have gone better.  It went very smoothly and was completed a couple of hours earlier than expected.  Karen is doing fine.  They are going to take her to recovery and wake her up.  It will be about 3 hours before I get to see her.  The doctor will keep me posted if any developments occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2013978501124092613?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2013978501124092613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2013978501124092613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2013978501124092613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2013978501124092613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/surgery-completed.html' title='Surgery Completed'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6233870150578997048</id><published>2008-06-16T14:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:34:47.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>I just received the latest update.  The surgery has gone well, Karen is doing fine and they are now closing.  They expect to finish in the next 30 minutes (about 3pm esdt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me the doctor should be out to talk to me shortly after the surgery is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6233870150578997048?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6233870150578997048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6233870150578997048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6233870150578997048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6233870150578997048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6884627579587475903</id><published>2008-06-16T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:14:56.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12:00noon Update</title><content type='html'>They just gave me an update on Karen.  She is still in surgery (as expected) and she is stable and doing fine.  Wish I could tell you more, but that's all they gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably will not have much more than the basics until the surgery is completed.  But I'll update you whenever I hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep those prayers coming.  They are very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6884627579587475903?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6884627579587475903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6884627579587475903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6884627579587475903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6884627579587475903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/1200noon-update.html' title='12:00noon Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8691407310365291975</id><published>2008-06-16T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:27:40.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Surgery Update</title><content type='html'>Hello family and friends.  This is Mike with the first update on Karen's surgery.  She entered the operating room at 7:42am so surgery has begun.  Please keep Karen in all your prayers please.  She was very upbeat and calm this morning - just like she has been through this entire process.  It is so different than the mastectomy, chemo and radiation portions of her breast cancer.  You could see the feeling of dread that Karen had in those situations.  She enters this surgery with a much more positive sense than the other situations.  Our family praises God that Karen's cancer is gone and that this surgery is positive in nature in that it is restoring her body.  It's all part of the process of restoring Karen and our family emotionally and physically after her cancer.  Tim understood the reason and meaning of this surgery much better than I certainly did.  One day as we were debating the merits of this breast reconstruction surgery, Tim wisely stated, "Mom, I can understand why you would want this surgery.  For us, your cancer is over and in the past.  But you get a reminder every time you look in the mirror or take a shower and see a part of your body missing."  Oh, "out of the mouth of babes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into Cleveland about 7pm last night and got checked into the hotel.  We went to an Applebee's and had a nice dinner and watched the US Open Golf Tournament (what a putt by Tiger on 18 - wow.  Karen and I caused a scene by screaming and slapping fives when he sunk the putt.)  We were in bed by 9:30pm and got a great night sleep.  Karen was very rested this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll keep you posted as I get updated today.  The surgery is expected to last 8-10 hours.  They said they will update me every 2-3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support and prayers.  We are very thankful to have such wonderful, kind, supportive and caring family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8691407310365291975?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8691407310365291975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8691407310365291975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8691407310365291975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8691407310365291975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-surgery-update.html' title='First Surgery Update'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6903497128725009090</id><published>2008-06-13T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:43:11.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>So, last Friday my surgery got moved &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; two days.  It will now be on Monday.  Mike and I leave for Cleveland on Sunday.  Karla and Kelly will drive over from Rochelle to take care of Tim and Julia.  Julia will have two softball games during this time and Tim has ACT (his acting classes) that weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that I am both EXCITED and NERVOUS for this day.  It is truly a day I've thought about since that day in July of 2006 when I had my mastectomy.  I will be having the type of reconstruction called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DIEP&lt;/span&gt; flap.  They remove "fat" from my abdomen; disconnect the blood supply and form a new "breast" from that tissue.  They will "reconnect" the blood supply to my new breast so if I lose or gain weight, my breast will also change.  So I get a tummy tuck in the process.  The part I'm nervous about is that the recovery time.  BUT, I will take the pain medication and I'm going into this surgery the healthiest I've been in awhile.  So, that is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could all pray for the surgery...that it is a success.  For Karla and Kelly who have generously offered to come take care of Tim and Julia while I'm up in Cleveland having the surgery; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike will be updating from Cleveland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6903497128725009090?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6903497128725009090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6903497128725009090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6903497128725009090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6903497128725009090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-5511889971161247506</id><published>2008-06-11T07:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:16:09.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Photos</title><content type='html'>So Paris was a blast! I got there Thursday and stayed through Sunday. I stayed with a friend (Mike) who is doing an internship there this summer. I got to see all the sights as well as meet a lot of Mike's friends. So I got to do the touristy stuff but also got a true "french" experience staying in a french apartment (an elderly woman named Madame something I can't pronounce lives there) and meeting so many different Parisians (haha). Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-_7FCx7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRjJ_VmXlCc/s1600-h/100_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-_7FCx7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRjJ_VmXlCc/s320/100_0821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210594315577978210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on a street near the Eiffel Tower. This was while we were searching for food after we went up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-_Yl3DJeI/AAAAAAAAADI/-v1oeT2NExo/s1600-h/100_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-_Yl3DJeI/AAAAAAAAADI/-v1oeT2NExo/s320/100_0708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593723091723746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in front of the opera house from Phantom of the Opera!!!! I didn't know it was there and I was so happy when I saw it. We went inside and saw it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE--3ec0GbI/AAAAAAAAADA/cHxavhWm5eg/s1600-h/100_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE--3ec0GbI/AAAAAAAAADA/cHxavhWm5eg/s320/100_0759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593154166954418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Renee, Dani, and Calvin sipping coffee in a park in Paris. Calvin and Renee are on my study abroad and came to Paris with me. They stayed with Dani (middle) and she is doing the same program as Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE--UK6c68I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2UXlCnL9v6M/s1600-h/100_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE--UK6c68I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2UXlCnL9v6M/s320/100_0809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210592547627133890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me, Mike, and his friend Sarah on top of the Eiffel Tower! It was sweet up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-9xpm25WI/AAAAAAAAACw/IrEv8bN93eg/s1600-h/100_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-9xpm25WI/AAAAAAAAACw/IrEv8bN93eg/s320/100_0798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210591954571027810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me in front of the Arc de Triumph (sp? oh yeah I need to mention that none of my french spelling is going to be correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE_BMReW9VI/AAAAAAAAADY/mZJBQxlnIy0/s1600-h/100_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE_BMReW9VI/AAAAAAAAADY/mZJBQxlnIy0/s320/100_0829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595710484280658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in front of this basilica called Sacré-Cœur (I looked that one up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to Hamburg, Germany! Should be fun! I'll post after I get back for sure and let you know how it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-5511889971161247506?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5511889971161247506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=5511889971161247506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5511889971161247506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5511889971161247506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/paris-photos.html' title='Paris Photos'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SE-_7FCx7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRjJ_VmXlCc/s72-c/100_0821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-2753323448266325355</id><published>2008-06-07T08:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:04:25.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my Mom's 70th birthday.  She has taught me about love, generosity, caring, and sacrifice.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqGmZQ8J3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/7xHzKFTTn-k/s1600-h/dsci0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209123913182488434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqGmZQ8J3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/7xHzKFTTn-k/s320/dsci0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqGNmylU_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/0bdsq6SqvmM/s1600-h/100_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209123487316530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqGNmylU_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/0bdsq6SqvmM/s320/100_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma with her grandsons...Kory, Tim and Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqFhnH6WGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fOXszTeVA_g/s1600-h/000_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209122731491743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqFhnH6WGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fOXszTeVA_g/s320/000_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Kaitlyn at her high school graduation party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqFH61giHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NOL_aGjEGRw/s1600-h/Grandma,+Kaylee+and+Kylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209122290106665074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqFH61giHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NOL_aGjEGRw/s320/Grandma,+Kaylee+and+Kylee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma with Kaylee and Kylee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Mom.  Happy Birthday! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-2753323448266325355?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2753323448266325355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=2753323448266325355&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2753323448266325355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/2753323448266325355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SEqGmZQ8J3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/7xHzKFTTn-k/s72-c/dsci0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-5673877001520013517</id><published>2008-06-04T17:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:53:56.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mehr Fotos!!!! (more photos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcOy7JNunI/AAAAAAAAACo/_H_5FO8Fr-s/s1600-h/100_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcOy7JNunI/AAAAAAAAACo/_H_5FO8Fr-s/s320/100_0467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208147762109856370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group on the city tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcNklJA8VI/AAAAAAAAACg/Uh0qjHWoZj8/s1600-h/100_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcNklJA8VI/AAAAAAAAACg/Uh0qjHWoZj8/s320/100_0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208146416173642066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schloss Burresheim! It's a castle we saw. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcNUsEs_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/b228MzC-uP0/s1600-h/100_0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcNUsEs_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/b228MzC-uP0/s320/100_0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208146143156698418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in our favorite bar...Cha Do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcMWBlyk5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/YKssVkQSoEE/s1600-h/100_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcMWBlyk5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/YKssVkQSoEE/s320/100_0463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208145066600862610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool church in Mayen with a twisty tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcMEObW68I/AAAAAAAAACI/XkeqciAUQdE/s1600-h/100_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcMEObW68I/AAAAAAAAACI/XkeqciAUQdE/s320/100_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144760809122754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on our ONE bed! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-5673877001520013517?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5673877001520013517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=5673877001520013517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5673877001520013517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/5673877001520013517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/mehr-fotos-more-photos.html' title='Mehr Fotos!!!! (more photos)'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEcOy7JNunI/AAAAAAAAACo/_H_5FO8Fr-s/s72-c/100_0467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-9209263442741716393</id><published>2008-06-04T17:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:38:51.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Paris</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Things are still going great in Germany. Last weekend I didn't end up traveling anywhere..I stayed here in Mayen. That was really nice though and was really relaxing. This city feels like my third home! (After Cincinnati and East Lansing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend however I am going to Paris! I am very excited. I am going with 2 other people from the trip but I am staying with a friend who has an internship there this summer. That will save a lot of money since I don't have to get a hostel! Our train leaves tomorrow (thursday) at like 1:30 and is about a 7 hour train ride. We had to take a longer route which doesn't go through Belgium because one of the people who is going didn't buy her eurail pass for belgium. But its only an hour longer than the normal route. It should be a fun weekend! Not exactly sure what we're going to do in paris...all the touristy stuff I'm sure. The eiffel tower...the Louvre...chagte leyessey (sp?!?!) phonetical: shant-ah leesay..arc de triumph. as you can see my french is a mess. i'll stick with the german language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we had class again. It really is not hard though and there isn't much homework. On Monday night we had something called Rotarierabend (Rotary Evening) and  it was at one of the host family's home. The dad is in the Rotary Club so it was a time for the American students to get to know the rotary club. (Rotary club if you don't know is a club with older men and they do charity stuff and other stuff that I'm not really sure of...lol) There was a tent sent up in front of the house. There was LOTS OF FOOD. And they kept bringing beers out to you! I had to tell the person firmly that I didn't want anymore!!! Because they keep bringing it out more and more and look at you like you're crazy if you don't want more! It's funny. And the person serving the beer was like a 9 year old boy named Jonas. It was HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we took a day trip to Koblenz. It's about 30 minutes away from Mayen. We had a city tour and then a boat ride down the Rhein! We saw lots of castles and beautiful buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to pray for me on the trip! Everyday my goal is to just shine the light of Christ and become more like him. What more could I want? Also pray that I can enjoy every second of the trip...because the time is already going so fast! I miss all of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-9209263442741716393?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9209263442741716393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=9209263442741716393&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/9209263442741716393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/9209263442741716393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-in-paris.html' title='Weekend in Paris'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-710735778558337761</id><published>2008-06-01T12:41:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:58:27.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>picture post of what's happening here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELTAnVCIrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tH43VzZ5jMU/s1600-h/100_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206956126704378546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELTAnVCIrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tH43VzZ5jMU/s320/100_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is for Kaitlyn. It's from the flowers Michael gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELS23VCIqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_SRkQh-1Pjo/s1600-h/100_3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955959200653986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELS23VCIqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_SRkQh-1Pjo/s320/100_3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Graduation, Emma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSpnVCIpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VDWV3zBdFNk/s1600-h/100_3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955731567387282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSpnVCIpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VDWV3zBdFNk/s320/100_3013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naila and Karla. Naila is Karla's next door neighbor and a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSgHVCIoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wreEqN0C4tk/s1600-h/100_3019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955568358630018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSgHVCIoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wreEqN0C4tk/s320/100_3019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim and "the girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSTHVCInI/AAAAAAAAAbE/AsdmLtw_Jgk/s1600-h/100_3035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955345020330610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSTHVCInI/AAAAAAAAAbE/AsdmLtw_Jgk/s320/100_3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia's class singing "If I Could Talk to the Animals." Julia played the part of a Kinkaju... that is why she has ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSG3VCImI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nMDI7nBJInA/s1600-h/100_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955134566933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELSG3VCImI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nMDI7nBJInA/s320/100_3038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma, Camryn and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELR8nVCIlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3rQqMxLx6Ck/s1600-h/100_3040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206954958473273938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELR8nVCIlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3rQqMxLx6Ck/s320/100_3040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia with her teacher, Mrs. McCann. (Jack snuck in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELRynVCIkI/AAAAAAAAAas/6FzG68TdotA/s1600-h/100_3048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206954786674582082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELRynVCIkI/AAAAAAAAAas/6FzG68TdotA/s320/100_3048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin, Chet and Tim at Sixth Grade Recognition Night. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-710735778558337761?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/710735778558337761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=710735778558337761&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/710735778558337761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/710735778558337761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-post-of-whats-happening-here.html' title='picture post of what&apos;s happening here'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SELTAnVCIrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tH43VzZ5jMU/s72-c/100_3008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-1138990436846512335</id><published>2008-05-29T10:17:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:03:43.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Germany!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD689rzMAJI/AAAAAAAAABw/jycUKjG5480/s1600-h/100_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205805987202334866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD689rzMAJI/AAAAAAAAABw/jycUKjG5480/s320/100_0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD68LLzMAII/AAAAAAAAABo/GXLEIiP7SvE/s1600-h/100_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205805119618941058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD68LLzMAII/AAAAAAAAABo/GXLEIiP7SvE/s320/100_0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEB5cQDywfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Cl53Wlhv1Zo/s1600-h/100_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SEB5cQDywfI/AAAAAAAAACA/Cl53Wlhv1Zo/s320/100_0448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206294695494468082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD6-I7zMAKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eeUzgZqg3AQ/s1600-h/100_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205807279987490978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD6-I7zMAKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eeUzgZqg3AQ/s320/100_0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Photo: The castle in my town Mayen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Photo: A view of Mayen from the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Photo: My home! It has three floors! My room is on the 3rd floor and we have a balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Photo: This is in Salzburg, Austria! On top of the mountain is the Hohensalzburg Fortress. This is such a beautiful city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-1138990436846512335?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1138990436846512335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=1138990436846512335&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1138990436846512335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/1138990436846512335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/photos-from-germany.html' title='Photos from Germany!!!!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBb8wFmmKwY/SD689rzMAJI/AAAAAAAAABw/jycUKjG5480/s72-c/100_0501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7828896712133462607</id><published>2008-05-25T03:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:17:33.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a fun weekend of traveling this weekend. During the weekdays from Monday-Thurs (this past week was Mon-Wed) we have class, but on weekends we can travel anywhere we want. This weekend I went to Salburg, Austria and Munich, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of us left early Thursday morning and after switching trains in Andernach, Germany we arrived in Salzburg at about 4pm. We checked into our hostel and then walked around the city. The city is BEAUTIFUL and is where the film The Sound of Music was filmed. I was able to see a lot of the places where scenes were shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went up to a fortress on top of the mountain that overlooks the city. It was a great view!! Some of the alps are around Salzburg so I was able to a see a few mountains with snow at the top. Amazing! We left for Munich at about 3pm and arrived 2 hours later. We went to our hostel first then went to the Hofbraehaus for dinner and a beer. I LOVE THE HOFBRAEUHAUS! Great german atmosphere with people in lederhosen and drndles (traditional german dress) and great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we saw the city and did a lot of touristy stuff. We spent some time in the English Gardens which is a beautiful park. Then we took the night train back and i JUST GOT HOME. It was a fun trip....exhausting at times. It is nice to be back in the peaceful city of Mayen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss all of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7828896712133462607?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7828896712133462607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7828896712133462607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7828896712133462607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7828896712133462607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8474006083269508709</id><published>2008-05-22T09:55:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:24:02.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a fun, busy Spring so far. I decided to post a variety of pictures from a few May events. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-n5_nHcI/AAAAAAAAAak/OJyeM1H3L1A/s1600-h/100_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203204168544099778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-n5_nHcI/AAAAAAAAAak/OJyeM1H3L1A/s320/100_2940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn with her friends from Michigan after their camping trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jess, Kendra, Sarah, Kaitlyn and Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-eZ_nHbI/AAAAAAAAAac/1UiIKVvZFbY/s1600-h/100_2942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203204005335342514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-eZ_nHbI/AAAAAAAAAac/1UiIKVvZFbY/s320/100_2942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia is playing fastpitch softball for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;This is before her first at-bat. She walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-Sp_nHaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AvJ2eI3q8yE/s1600-h/100_2945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203203803471879586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-Sp_nHaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AvJ2eI3q8yE/s320/100_2945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia in the field. She is really enjoying this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV97J_nHZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DEZab8BtlY0/s1600-h/100_2947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203203399744953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV97J_nHZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DEZab8BtlY0/s320/100_2947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated Nick and Julia's birthdays at Clauddaugh Irish Pub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The restaurant is on the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9y5_nHYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-VjjqZKjD1w/s1600-h/100_2948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203203258011032962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9y5_nHYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-VjjqZKjD1w/s320/100_2948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Kaitlyn at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9rZ_nHXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xHaOZR6q_Ts/s1600-h/100_2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203203129162014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9rZ_nHXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xHaOZR6q_Ts/s320/100_2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9ap_nHWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vgRnYl2KdaA/s1600-h/100_2956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203202841399205218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9ap_nHWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vgRnYl2KdaA/s320/100_2956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we walked across the bridge to the Ohio side of the river. It was a beautiful night and we spent time by the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like Julia is falling in the Ohio River. Mike is holding on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9O5_nHVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zepXfa43Fj8/s1600-h/100_2961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203202639535742290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9O5_nHVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zepXfa43Fj8/s320/100_2961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JuJu at the River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9F5_nHUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lLl-CNAq8G0/s1600-h/100_2964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203202484916919618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV9F5_nHUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lLl-CNAq8G0/s320/100_2964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few "artsy" photos of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV89p_nHTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G5cMUI2syXY/s1600-h/100_2965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203202343182998834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV89p_nHTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G5cMUI2syXY/s320/100_2965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick...I miss that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8zJ_nHSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TM3f_GlULPw/s1600-h/100_2971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203202162794372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8zJ_nHSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TM3f_GlULPw/s320/100_2971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last artsy shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8g5_nHRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/byzQPHCkRaA/s1600-h/100_2972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203201849261759762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8g5_nHRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/byzQPHCkRaA/s320/100_2972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim is now taller than Kaitlyn and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8WJ_nHQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/uxQ5wQL4ERI/s1600-h/100_2973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203201664578166018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8WJ_nHQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/uxQ5wQL4ERI/s320/100_2973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys will be boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8Fp_nHPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7PRNgqzargA/s1600-h/100_2993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203201381110324466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV8Fp_nHPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7PRNgqzargA/s320/100_2993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The four Combes Kids sitting on top of the steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a fun memory for our only weekend with all four kids home this summer.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8474006083269508709?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8474006083269508709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8474006083269508709&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8474006083269508709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8474006083269508709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-photos.html' title='Spring Photos'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SDV-n5_nHcI/AAAAAAAAAak/OJyeM1H3L1A/s72-c/100_2940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-786065055416622782</id><published>2008-05-18T17:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:44:22.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hallo" from Germany</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADE IT TO GERMANY! It is amazing here. The city (Mayen) is beautiful. There are many hills/mountains around the city....and the city center is only a couple minute walk. I arrived Friday at about 7:50am in the morning. I was exhausted!! Many of us from the trip were on the same flight...and our trip leader (Felecia) was waiting for us at the airport. We all walked to a meeting point in the airport where we met the people who were on different flights. After about an hour of waiting in the airport we boarded the bus that took us to Mayen. It was about a 1.5 hour drive. The scenery was gorgeous. We say many german villages/fields/hills/churches. When we arrived in Mayen each person was dropped off at their host family's home. My family is the Lotz family. There is a mom (named Gabi) and two sons, Sebastian and Christopher. Both are around 20...not completely sure. I am living with a guy named Calvin and he is great. We have to share a bed...HAHA...but its a big bed. It's two mattresses pushed together and each mattress has a blanket and pillow....so it feels like 2 beds. There is a TV in our room with a few chairs. There is also a table and chairs. We have a balcony that is amazing...its very peaceful out there. From our windows we can see the castle (die Burg) and a couple of the churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to a couple bars and a Discothek (club). I slept 13 hours on friday night (I hadn't slept in like 40 hours!!). Saturday we ate breakfast and then we had a city tour...which was a great way to get to know the city. Then we had dinner and I had my first Doener. Its like pita bread with lamb (but I had chicken) with lettuce, tomato, onions etc. Then we went to a bar called Mambo and then again to the Diskothek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Schloss Buerresheim (a castle). It was QUITE A HIKE UP THIS HUGE MOUNTAIN. Kind of like the grand canyon. Dad...you would love it. It was about an hour long hike up. Then we had a tour of the castle and then we went down again. Then Calvin and I had dinner with our host family...and then we rested for a bit. Indiana Jones was on TV...all in German of course...so we watched that. Then I met some people from the trip (Calvin didnt go...he was too tired) in from of the Rathaus (city hall) and we went to a bar called the Ewige Lampe. It was very "chill" and I just had a Radler (bier mixed with lemonade or sprite). Then I came home and here I am typing to you fine people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here is great....especially breakfast. I am ALWAYS speaking german...so that is really good. I can already feel my german getting better. Sometimes in the group we speak english with each other but mostly we try to always speak german. I am always speaking German with the host family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a blast....classes begin tomorrow though. Hopefully those go well. Definitely continue to keep me in your prayers. I definitely want to grow closer to God during this trip as I see the world he created. Pray that I can always find time to get in the word and to shine the love of Christ to other students on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can use skype...so if you have skype tell me your username so I can call you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALLLL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-786065055416622782?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/786065055416622782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=786065055416622782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/786065055416622782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/786065055416622782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/hallo-from-germany.html' title='&quot;Hallo&quot; from Germany'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15355679362253686063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-6959637702510718700</id><published>2008-05-15T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:43:33.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>off to germany</title><content type='html'>Today begins a time in our family when our two oldest kids are out of the country. Nick is on his way to Frankfurt, Germany. Well, actually right now he is in Detroit waiting to board his flight. He leaves around 5:30pm. He will be spending the next 6.5 weeks studying abroad...well, he does get college credit, but not sure how much "studying" he will be doing. He loves Germany... or as he calls it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deutschland&lt;/span&gt;." He purchased an Euro-rail pass and plans on visiting as many countries as possible on weekends. Nick, I will miss you but am so excited for your opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday, Kaitlyn leaves for Port Au Prince, Haiti. She will be spending the next three months at Angel House Orphanage...living there and helping with the 40+ kids. She is so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excited &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;about this opportunity and can hardly wait to begin interacting with the children and nannies. She has been busy studying her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Creole&lt;/span&gt;, the language spoken there. It is an amazing opportunity for her and a great way for her to apply her college degree in developmental psychology. I plan to visit her in August. Right now she is off to Ann Arbor to visit Michael and her college roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Julia are winding down their school year. Can't believe it's almost come to an end. Mike and I are doing great. We are looking forward to a quiet weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late Edit:  &lt;/strong&gt;Nick called about 40 minutes ago.  He is having a good time.  The family is very nice that he is staying with.  He didn't sleep on the flight and hasn't slept since he left home.  He will sleep good tonight.  He sounded great.  I miss him very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-6959637702510718700?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6959637702510718700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=6959637702510718700&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6959637702510718700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/6959637702510718700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-to-germany.html' title='off to germany'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4885343912078320334</id><published>2008-05-07T20:07:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:09:54.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Canyon - Beloved Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJPNpsv-KI/AAAAAAAAACU/nOj47cgL5Hg/s1600-h/100_1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197804015889414306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJPNpsv-KI/AAAAAAAAACU/nOj47cgL5Hg/s320/100_1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are moments in your life that you wish you could freeze.  I had one of those moments during Kaitlyn and my hike through the Grand Canyon.  As we were nearing the completion of our 6 mile hike to the bottom of the Canyon , we caught this first glimpse of the Colorado River.  We took a break and just breathed in the beauty of the canyon in total silence.  All of a sudden, thoughts of Kaitlyn's life flooded my mind.  I thought of her as a baby, as a toddler, grade school, high school and her recent graduation from the University of Michigan.  I felt the love and admiration I have for this kind, caring and Godly daughter.  It was a silent moment I will never forget for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJOs5sv-JI/AAAAAAAAACM/LCvgyFTbI44/s1600-h/100_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197803453248698514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJOs5sv-JI/AAAAAAAAACM/LCvgyFTbI44/s320/100_1357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking in the beauty of the Canyon the day before our big hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJNuJsv-II/AAAAAAAAACE/SZb_FhdHVXI/s1600-h/100_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802375211907202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJNuJsv-II/AAAAAAAAACE/SZb_FhdHVXI/s320/100_1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking the road less travelled often means taking risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJNUJsv-HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KK-7g4Pb7rU/s1600-h/100_1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197801928535308402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJNUJsv-HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KK-7g4Pb7rU/s320/100_1371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hike began at 5:30am.  Another hiker took this picture about a mile down just after the sun rose.  Our starting temperature was 40 degrees since we were at an elevation of 8,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJMyZsv-GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1TAUm-0zzYs/s1600-h/100_1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197801348714723426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJMyZsv-GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1TAUm-0zzYs/s320/100_1380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a mile further down on the South Kaibab Trail, it was already heating up and the blue, blue sky was stunningly beautiful.  There was not a cloud in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJMbpsv-FI/AAAAAAAAABs/3EGsxANK3tI/s1600-h/100_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197800957872699474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJMbpsv-FI/AAAAAAAAABs/3EGsxANK3tI/s320/100_1385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthen me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJMFpsv-EI/AAAAAAAAABk/4jvZECyOF08/s1600-h/100_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197800579915577410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJMFpsv-EI/AAAAAAAAABk/4jvZECyOF08/s320/100_1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are almost to the bottom and the Colorado River is getting closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJLRZsv-DI/AAAAAAAAABc/7WhR3vE2rK8/s1600-h/100_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197799682267412530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJLRZsv-DI/AAAAAAAAABc/7WhR3vE2rK8/s320/100_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the best lemonade in the world at the bottom of the canyon at Phantom Ranch.  All supplies are taken down to the Ranch by pack mules each day.  I don't know if it's that the lemonade is so tasty or the fact that you are so thirsty and hot after hiking 6 miles down a 21% grade.  Kaitlyn looks like she just took a short stroll in the local park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJKuZsv-CI/AAAAAAAAABU/vY-ESVc7_50/s1600-h/100_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197799080971991074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJKuZsv-CI/AAAAAAAAABU/vY-ESVc7_50/s320/100_1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for the 9 mile hike up the Bright Angel Trail, but first we have to cross that bridge.  Kaitlyn was a big freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJJ0psv-AI/AAAAAAAAABE/842Hs7i0zTM/s1600-h/100_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197798088834545666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJJ0psv-AI/AAAAAAAAABE/842Hs7i0zTM/s320/100_1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sure is a long way to go.  It's about 12noon and we wouldn't get to the top until nearly 8pm.  Walking 9 miles up a 14% grade is no walk in your average park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJJOZsv9_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/n9X7JrYrvek/s1600-h/100_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197797431704549362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJJOZsv9_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/n9X7JrYrvek/s320/100_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn found this special place and we named it "Apple's Delight".  Kaitlyn's friends call her Apple because of her love for eating apples.  We stayed here an hour, took our shoes off, placed them in the cool water and splashed water on our face.  It was yet another special moment.  Whenever I walk the Canyon in the future, I'll always stop at Apple's Delight and think of my beloved daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJIjJsv9-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IxtmuIXWzms/s1600-h/100_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197796688675207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJIjJsv9-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IxtmuIXWzms/s320/100_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kaitlyn stated, "there is new beauty at every turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJHopsv99I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AUe_UNUHr2E/s1600-h/100_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795683652859858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJHopsv99I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AUe_UNUHr2E/s320/100_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my special place in the Grand Canyon.  I found this special place just off the trail when I first hiked the Canyon in May of 2003.  I walked the 23 mile trek across the canyon with two total strangers.  By the end of the trip, we had made a special bond.  We named it "Friendship Corner".  It's one mile from Indian Gardens.  You'll know it because it's where three Yuka trees line up in perfect symetry.  The three trees represent the three friendships that bloomed from that hike together.  Nick and I visited Friendship Corner during our hike in May of 2006.  I have a goal in life to visit this special place with each member of my family at some point in life.  I want some of my ashes spread here at death (and I'm serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJHNZsv98I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jw8OOMy4s7o/s1600-h/100_1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795215501424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJHNZsv98I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jw8OOMy4s7o/s320/100_1422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaitlyn with Friendship Corner in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJGppsv97I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g2FzrvyEceQ/s1600-h/100_1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197794601321101234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJGppsv97I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g2FzrvyEceQ/s320/100_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Gardens.  After an hour rest here, we started the last 4.5 miles of the hike at 4:00pm.  Kaitlyn took this beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJE2Zsv96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RE_6cBYFJZM/s1600-h/100_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197792621341177762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJE2Zsv96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RE_6cBYFJZM/s320/100_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just before 8pm and we are finally at the top.  It's 14.5 hours since the start of our hike.  We've walked 17 miles, climbed down 6,000 feet in altitude and back up 6,000 feet, gone from 40 degrees to 87 degress and back to 40 degrees, ate eight peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, 12 apples, endless power bars, tuna in a pouch, eight bananas and, of course, boxes and boxes of Pringles (the official energy food of the Grand Canyon according to Grand Canyon hiking legend Jim Day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Kaitlyn for giving your Dad an experience of a lifetime and memories he will never forget.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-4885343912078320334?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4885343912078320334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4885343912078320334&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4885343912078320334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4885343912078320334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/magical-canyon-beloved-daughter.html' title='Magical Canyon - Beloved Daughter'/><author><name>msufan56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838475602494757674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj0R7Kx5Hgk/SCJPNpsv-KI/AAAAAAAAACU/nOj47cgL5Hg/s72-c/100_1389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8919608600310141893</id><published>2008-05-01T11:19:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:11:43.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>University of Michigan Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend was a very special time for our family.  Kaitlyn graduated from the University of Michigan...keeping up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Combes&lt;/span&gt;' legacy that was passed down by her great-grandfather, Pa John, Aunt Linda, Uncle Rick and her cousin, Gregg.  The graduation was held on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Diag&lt;/span&gt; since the "Big House" is under construction.  It was a beautiful morning that started off cloudy and ended with a blue sky and sunshine.  Below are many photos of the big weekend.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnk3yzWZNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S7dUQYJUOYQ/s1600-h/100_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195435292329665746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnk3yzWZNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S7dUQYJUOYQ/s320/100_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaitlyn and Michael &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnklyzWZMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/msnzES8uDpM/s1600-h/100_2841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195434983092020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnklyzWZMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/msnzES8uDpM/s320/100_2841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Karla giving Kaitlyn the letter the Kaylee wrote.  Thanks, Kaylee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnkWSzWZLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_rGZWBus5E4/s1600-h/100_2843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195434716804048050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnkWSzWZLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_rGZWBus5E4/s320/100_2843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Kelly, Kaitlyn and Aunt Karla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnkKizWZKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aovMOMK7jOM/s1600-h/100_2845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195434514940585122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnkKizWZKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aovMOMK7jOM/s320/100_2845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connie and Papa Jim drove all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Auburn&lt;/span&gt;, IL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made the weekend so special!  Thanks for coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnj9yzWZJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4mSZf7ox8uI/s1600-h/100_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195434295897253010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnj9yzWZJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4mSZf7ox8uI/s320/100_2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike, Tom and Papa Jim celebrating Kaitlyn's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjwCzWZII/AAAAAAAAAYM/2bgaXwZ7mQw/s1600-h/100_2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195434059674051714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjwCzWZII/AAAAAAAAAYM/2bgaXwZ7mQw/s320/100_2851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick arrives at Aunt Linda and Uncle Tom's home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thanks for letting us use your home to host these festivities, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tomala's&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjfCzWZHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/R1pKBsT_z40/s1600-h/100_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195433767616275570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjfCzWZHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/R1pKBsT_z40/s320/100_2852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday night, we all went out to pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjQCzWZGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EA4_l3ux_Vg/s1600-h/100_2853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195433509918237794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjQCzWZGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EA4_l3ux_Vg/s320/100_2853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa Jim and Connie giving advice to Michael and Kaitlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjFyzWZFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4cZpeywmCFg/s1600-h/100_2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195433333824578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnjFyzWZFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4cZpeywmCFg/s320/100_2856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linda and Tom at Buddy's Pizza on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBni7izWZEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RC8Mo9g-GNA/s1600-h/100_2864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195433157730919490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBni7izWZEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RC8Mo9g-GNA/s320/100_2864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; bored at the pizza place and took some photos of herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnitizWZDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4w-v7rR20NE/s1600-h/100_2878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432917212750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnitizWZDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4w-v7rR20NE/s320/100_2878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike ever the rebel!  He wore his Michigan State T-shirt to his daughter's graduation from the University of Michigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnidyzWZCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JMXhnVD6xyw/s1600-h/100_2869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432646629811234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnidyzWZCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JMXhnVD6xyw/s320/100_2869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael, Papa Jim and Nick the arriving at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Diag&lt;/span&gt;.  It was early, but I didn't remember it being this dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBniSCzWZBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pMj8p19jNws/s1600-h/100_2881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432444766348306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBniSCzWZBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pMj8p19jNws/s320/100_2881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud Papa Jim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBniCizWZAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DDpfrb2mnJo/s1600-h/100_2891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432178478375938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBniCizWZAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DDpfrb2mnJo/s320/100_2891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa Jim teasing Nick that he was the President of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sorority&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnh0yzWY_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3U0RIKt0J1g/s1600-h/100_2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195431942255174642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnh0yzWY_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3U0RIKt0J1g/s320/100_2889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn and Nina are the UM graduates.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to Kindergarten together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick and Mimi are the same age, too, and started &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to school together in preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnhjyzWY-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/LEzKMbciNXM/s1600-h/100_2894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195431650197398498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnhjyzWY-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/LEzKMbciNXM/s320/100_2894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three UM Graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnhTyzWY9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/XgagobyOXLs/s1600-h/100_2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195431375319491538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnhTyzWY9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/XgagobyOXLs/s320/100_2902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; celebrating graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Look at the sea of chairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBng-CzWY8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/qI-ol8EVQaM/s1600-h/100_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195431001657336770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBng-CzWY8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/qI-ol8EVQaM/s320/100_2904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaitlyn and Aunt Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBngwyzWY7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Kyo4RQAZq78/s1600-h/100_2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430774024070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBngwyzWY7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Kyo4RQAZq78/s320/100_2905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; was not happy when she saw her dad's t-shirt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Linda tried to cover it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnggizWY6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/8Wd8B8Q8gbQ/s1600-h/100_2909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430494851195810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnggizWY6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/8Wd8B8Q8gbQ/s320/100_2909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; and Michael hanging out at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tomala's&lt;/span&gt; home after graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBngTizWY5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/-V4MgsLFREM/s1600-h/100_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430271512896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBngTizWY5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/-V4MgsLFREM/s320/100_2916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBngEyzWY4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Jux5eWsus2I/s1600-h/100_2917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430018109825922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBngEyzWY4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Jux5eWsus2I/s320/100_2917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnf4SzWY3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LGXUNLbXd9w/s1600-h/100_2921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195429803361461106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnf4SzWY3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LGXUNLbXd9w/s320/100_2921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake! &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8919608600310141893?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8919608600310141893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8919608600310141893&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8919608600310141893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8919608600310141893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/university-of-michigan-graduate.html' title='University of Michigan Graduate'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBnk3yzWZNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S7dUQYJUOYQ/s72-c/100_2900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-4570621437121912010</id><published>2008-04-30T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:22:08.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBjwZyzWY2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ODnjnuqFtHI/s1600-h/100_2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195166496096412514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBjwZyzWY2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ODnjnuqFtHI/s320/100_2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to do a quick post about Kaitlyn's graduation.  I will post a longer one with more photos later.  This week has been crazy.  I had a root canal yesterday afternoon.  This kind of post requires me to "think" and I haven't been able to concentrate or formulate what I want to say.  Just know that it was such a memorable day/weekend! &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/5170649875899994315-4570621437121912010?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4570621437121912010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=4570621437121912010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4570621437121912010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/4570621437121912010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-post.html' title='quick post'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SBjwZyzWY2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ODnjnuqFtHI/s72-c/100_2884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3154148258288479235</id><published>2008-04-23T08:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:39:35.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Julia Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SA8szizWY1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/puhbNEKwsSU/s1600-h/COMBES2MA16744001-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192418159408603986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SA8szizWY1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/puhbNEKwsSU/s320/COMBES2MA16744001-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ivanovo&lt;/span&gt;, Russia.  Fall, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Julia's 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  It is the third birthday she has celebrated with our family.  Julia is a kind, caring young lady.  She loves animals, her family and friends, jumping on the trampoline, gymnastics, hip hop dance and just has a joy about life.  She has such spirit and wants to participate in everything.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;, Christine, for sending me this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SA8sjyzWY0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CRRd0q5YwcQ/s1600-h/100_2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192417888825664322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SA8sjyzWY0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CRRd0q5YwcQ/s320/100_2679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia, I love you very much and am very thankful you have come into my life.  You bring our family so much joy and enthusiasm.  Happy Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&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/5170649875899994315-3154148258288479235?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3154148258288479235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3154148258288479235&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3154148258288479235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3154148258288479235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-julia-ann.html' title='Happy Birthday Julia Ann'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SA8szizWY1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/puhbNEKwsSU/s72-c/COMBES2MA16744001-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-8530595669761078223</id><published>2008-04-20T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:14:22.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Nicholas John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SAs_8VcxROI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vwOis-g4WfM/s1600-h/6CC12587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191313301257143522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SAs_8VcxROI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vwOis-g4WfM/s320/6CC12587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first born son is 20 years old today!  He is no longer a teenager!  It is his golden birthday.. 20 on the 20th!.  On the birthday card we got him it said "You have a great &lt;strong&gt;sense of humor&lt;/strong&gt; and your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strong beliefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;positive attitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; inspire everyone around you."  Those words are so true about you.  We are so proud of the man you are and wish you the happiest of birthdays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always making me smile when I talk to you.  I miss you very much and can't wait to see you next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-8530595669761078223?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8530595669761078223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=8530595669761078223&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8530595669761078223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/8530595669761078223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-nicholas-john.html' title='Happy Birthday, Nicholas John'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SAs_8VcxROI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vwOis-g4WfM/s72-c/6CC12587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7413118254522421039</id><published>2008-04-18T13:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:07:02.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SAjhAJcZ2EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PsU9p3jJrdM/s1600-h/100_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SAjhAJcZ2EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PsU9p3jJrdM/s320/100_0758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190645963195799618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She is our sunshine in the blue sky:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We all love you SO much!  I hope you are having a wonderful birthday and enjoying the sunny weather.  You mean so much to all of us.  Thank you for your joyful spirit and for all your love.  Seriously, you are amazing and everyone around you can see it.  LOVE YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&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/5170649875899994315-7413118254522421039?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7413118254522421039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7413118254522421039&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7413118254522421039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7413118254522421039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565743585566229828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SMBWWZwlXKI/AAAAAAAAANg/6ZKpLGWfgHw/S220/100_3529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs5FVB_rfIU/SAjhAJcZ2EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PsU9p3jJrdM/s72-c/100_0758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-3109461375420028425</id><published>2008-04-15T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:29:35.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when you make a mistake</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a decision to make and you didn't know what to do? Have you ever prayed and really thought that God gave you "the" answer, but it wasn't the answer you wanted, and you did the opposite thing? Have you ever let your kiddos down? Have you ever just wanted to have your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I did all that within the last week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why did I think I wanted a dog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 days ago, I really started thinking about a dog. We had a dog, Max, for about 8 years. Max wasn't the ideal dog. Max had a &lt;em&gt;barking &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;marking &lt;/strong&gt;problem, as well as a &lt;em&gt;biting &lt;/em&gt;problem. He was a Chihuahua. In November, we made the decision to surrender Max to the Humane Society. It was a hard decision, but I had so much peace immediately. I was free in my home again. I didn't have to shut the bedroom doors to keep Max from marking everywhere. No more worries about what the neighbors are thinking when Max barks in the backyard. There was freedom. No more paying for boarding Max when we travelled. Mike and I really thought we would never have a pet dog again. Our lives are too busy to give a dog the attention and care it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I started going online and looking a dogs to adopt. I "reasoned" that IF we adopted a dog, it would be okay and we would be giving a dog a good home. I did research...I prayed. I wanted a smaller dog. Tim wanted one that played fetch. Julia wanted a dog to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was still adamant that we did not NEED a dog. He brought up all the cons to having a dog again. He was honest in saying that he didn't want to be the one taking care of a dog in the morning before work. I appreciated and understood everything he was saying. BUT, I still was stubborn and thought a dog made sense for our family. Even in my prayers, I was sensing NOT to proceed. I did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Yurek online at a local shelter. He was one year old. He played fetch, was housebroken and crate trained. He knew basic obedience. He was low shedding. He was 15 lbs. He sounded perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked him up on Saturday afternoon. He really was the "perfect" dog, if there ever was one. He knew some cute tricks like "sit pretty" and "dance." He loved playing fetch with Tim in the backyard. He followed me in the house everywhere. He wanted to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, by Sunday, I knew I had made a terrible mistake! I didn't like the pitter patter of claws on the wood floor. I didn't like the barking at 6am 'cause he wanted outside. Mainly, I was wrong. It was too much for me and I forgot how much work it was to give a dog the home it deserves. And now, I have to face Tim and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim came to me Sunday night. He was feeling like I was feeling. He thought we should return Yurek to the shelter. He was so mature about this whole thing. Last night Mike and I talked. I told him that I decided to return Yurek. Mike was overjoyed. I told Julia before school today. She cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad for her. She is truly a "dog" person. She loves all animals. She has such a tender heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SAVAdPrtVBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mbSxWhiIS2w/s1600-h/100_2802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189625016784606226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SAVAdPrtVBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mbSxWhiIS2w/s320/100_2802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Yurek back this afternoon. Julia is doing fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-3109461375420028425?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3109461375420028425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=3109461375420028425&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3109461375420028425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/3109461375420028425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-make-mistake.html' title='when you make a mistake'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SAVAdPrtVBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mbSxWhiIS2w/s72-c/100_2802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170649875899994315.post-7409938327979263963</id><published>2008-04-14T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:00:08.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot to say....and nothing to say</title><content type='html'>Karla keeps reminding me that I haven't posted in awhile. While a lot has been going on, it seems like nothing is "blog-worthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Kait's last "official" day of college. She still has a few final exams and other commitments. Her college graduation is on Saturday, April 26. I honestly cannot believe that she is so close. These last four years have gone very fast....and very slow at the same time. Does that make sense? Our family has gone through a lot since 2004 (the year she graduated from high school) and we are stronger for it. I am so proud of you, Kaitlyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is doing very well at Michigan State! He is "Mr. Positive." Whenever I talk to him, it lifts my spirits! He always looks for the positive in the situation! He has really blossomed this year. I'm proud of you, too, Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been busy at work. He's is at a Chamber of Commerce dinner tonight where the Healthplex is up for a business award. Tim is doing very well. He got a cell phone last week. He was happy about that. He has acting classes in two weeks. Julia started playing softball a couple weeks ago. She is enjoying it very much. She also is taking hip hop classes on Monday nights and continuing with her piano lessons. She is a busy girl, but still getting her homework complete. I'm doing fine, too. I'm still on my weight loss journey. I've lost 29 lbs and am feeling good. The Blind Squirrels started training again. They are a fun group of woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was so cold and dreary here in Cincinnati! I think I was kinda depressed on Sunday. I am so ready for nice weather to be here and STAY here. It seems spring is so late on coming to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and sorry for the long delay.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you!&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170649875899994315-7409938327979263963?l=combescrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7409938327979263963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170649875899994315&amp;postID=7409938327979263963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7409938327979263963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170649875899994315/posts/default/7409938327979263963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://combescrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/lot-to-sayand-nothing-to-say.html' title='a lot to say....and nothing to say'/><author><name>The Combes Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539782893824084604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pui7FUUCM3g/SGwnQJik9vI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uBDCBVVJeDk/S220/100_3139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
