<?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-23944287</id><updated>2011-11-02T01:14:30.261-04:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='technology'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='miracle'/><category term='funny'/><category term='bicycle'/><category term='smart'/><category term='maria'/><category term='movies'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='joshua'/><category term='unplanned pregnancy'/><category term='kids'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>The Ray Clan Ephemeris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1746901562450157577</id><published>2011-04-18T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:50:01.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover Lamb: a true story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contributed by Jesse Ray 4-18-2011&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on the scene with my gun and stoically loaded in some self-defense rounds (although I was clearly not in danger). I did not lavish the idea of slaughtering a lamb, but my friend, Pat, called and sheepishly asked for some help. I guess he thought I was qualified since I had butchered last year's deer with the help of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It took a while for me to prepare the surroundings, I had never killed something so large, at such close range. During these few minutes I had time think about the gravity of what was about to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course my mind took me back to the Jews and passover. Remember, the Bible is not just filled with stories, but with accounts of historical events. These events that we are familiar with actually happened. The Word of God prescribed, no dictated, the killing of a lamb. For the Jews, the lamb was not just dinner. The blood of the lamb was spread on the horizontal and vertical wood of the door frames (of course we recognize this as a foreshadowing of Christ's blood dripping from His wooden cross). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exodus 12:21-22&lt;br /&gt;Then Moses called all the elders of Israel, and said to them, "Select lambs for yourselves according to your families, and kill the passover lamb. Take a bunch of hyssop and dip it in the blood which is in the basin, and touch the lintel and the two doorposts with the blood which is in the basin; and none of you shall go out of the door of his house until the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We all know that the consequence of sin is death, yet today we do not always see or feel that direct connection. Before Jesus, the Lamb of God, came as our final sacrifice, a cute, woolly lamb &amp;lt;&lt;em&gt;baaa&lt;/em&gt;&amp;gt;, had to die in expiation for sins. The Jews symbolically placed their own sins on the head of the lamb before it was killed in Leviticus 1. The male sheep was chosen from the flock for its spotlessness, just as Christ, sinless and perfect, died for our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We Catholics are blessed with the sacrament of confession, a very quick and clean way of cleansing sins from our soul. Well, let me tell you there was nothing quick or clean about killing a lamb. If we had to go through this every time we sinned I would expect people would either sin less, or would carry more sins around on their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I tell the following story, not for the sake of gore, but because it was a very raw and spiritual experience. You should stop here if the thought of blood makes you queezy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was compelled to pause, and say a prayer thanking God for this animal and for the gift of it's life. At first it all happened quite fast: The the gun popped, a red spot appeared on the lambs head, the lamb dropped. I was glad that was over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What happened next surprised me. All living things try to avoid death, and even after the lethal blow, the lamb was not going to die without a fight.  I apologize, for the detail, but far more blood than I expected began pouring out of the sheep's mouth and nose. The famous painting "Adoration of the Lamb" by van Eyck flashed in my brain, (of course in the painting the sheep is standing, but the flow of blood is clearly key in the comparison).&lt;img class="alignright size-full wp-image-9053" title="Adoration of the Lamb_van_Eyck_inset" src="http://www.catholic-convert.com/wp-content/uploads/Adoration-of-the-Lamb_van_Eyck_inset.jpg" alt="Adoration of the Lamb_van_Eyck_inset" width="500" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friend Pat, the instigator of this whole event, took action (and large knife) holding the sheep down with the full weight of his body and slit the throat. As more blood emerged it was clear that the bloody descriptions in the old testament will never be void of imagery for me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PETA people refuse to eat lambchops or wear sheepskin because of (I assume) the violence of slaughter. (or maybe they just need some cause to distract them from the evils of abortion and euthanasia that many support). Before any scriptural lessons, I think seeing that this tasty protein-source doesn't start out in a styrofoam package at Meijers is good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But seriously, what kind of a "merciful" God would order His people to do something so violent and base? The answer points to the Eucharist, and is so deep that we need to understand God's plan of salvation is exposed in history and recorded in scripture. Now we just need to know where to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My dad, Steve Ray, teaches about the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist, and its Biblical foundations. He can speak for hours about the beauty and reality. Enjoy this &lt;a href="http://www.catholic-convert.com/wp-content/uploads/Steve-Ray-Eucharist-Talk-1.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;audio sample&lt;/a&gt; about the passover lamb from a talk he gave in Ohio, April 2011. The whole talk, titled, The Eucharist: Christ Present to Us, can be found &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.steveraysstore.com/2010-04-st-remy-s-talks-early-martyrs-and-the-eucharist.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and is really a great listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictures of the Lamb can be found &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/footprintsofgod#100069" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, They are of the actual event and not the sanitized american-children's version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Passion Week everybody. I pray that you will all draw closer to our Lord and find joy in His Cross and Resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1746901562450157577?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1746901562450157577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1746901562450157577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1746901562450157577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1746901562450157577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2011/04/passover-lamb-true-story.html' title='Passover Lamb: a true story'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2499776462122582598</id><published>2010-11-10T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:33:15.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Big Chapstick</title><content type='html'>Bella is great at taking off the tops of pens, bottles, chapstick and anything else that comes apart. We last night Bella found a glue stick...and to her it was a giant chapstick...and off came the top. Luckily her aim wasn't so good, it ended up all over her cheek, instead of her lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2499776462122582598?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2499776462122582598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2499776462122582598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2499776462122582598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2499776462122582598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-big-chapstick.html' title='Great Big Chapstick'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-9129913063252713052</id><published>2010-10-12T14:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:43:20.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilderness Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLeqyrAYorI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QisibdfNcSA/s1600/IMG_5224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLeqyrAYorI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QisibdfNcSA/s200/IMG_5224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528074855135093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we leave the Manistee National Forest to go home, I can't help but smile and thank God. Anna is an amazing partner in life, no matter where we are. She was cheerful the entire time. Even thriving in the sparse surroundings. No toilets, no running water...no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who never wilderness camped before she was right at home.&lt;br /&gt;As we prepared to leave she dug a hole near a fallen log and said, "everyone go #2 in the woods so we don't have to use a gross rest-stop toilet on the way home." (that cracks me up, I love that we both find the outdoors cleaner than "civilized" toilets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLektvWwjPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fnXZSSPIjPQ/s1600/IMG_5210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLektvWwjPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fnXZSSPIjPQ/s320/IMG_5210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528068173333564658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids did amazingly well, too! Eating all the camp-food cooked on our little stove. Maria even said she loved washing the dishes out in the woods with me as she cheerfully scrubbed and put away the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella loves being part of it all. She still scoots around on her bottom,  which made the trip interesting, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLerHlNnq1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/P2pGDdgF5tg/s1600/IMG_5148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLerHlNnq1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/P2pGDdgF5tg/s200/IMG_5148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528075214357244754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but the leafy ground was a fine place  for her to scoot around and discover new sticks and things. Even though  she can't say much she was the first to respond when I asked who liked  camping in the woods, she said "ME!" and in the car she sits in her  rear-facing car seat watching the kids behind her laughing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Sam both loved the spears I made them from sharpened branches. (the spears are t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLema5JIv4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/7xbW24sN4aM/s1600/Josh+with+Spear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLema5JIv4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/7xbW24sN4aM/s200/Josh+with+Spear.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528070048566525826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he only things we are bringing back with us, with &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLexhv6AK6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_oktccOi3hQ/s1600/screen-capture-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLexhv6AK6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_oktccOi3hQ/s200/screen-capture-5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528082260974119842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy-sized spears duct taped to the roof racks). The pieces of moss and colorful leaves Josh collected kept his interest for hours. Sam loved the relative-safety of our cozy family tent, and being one of the first ones out of his sleeping bag even though it was frigid in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLew78ur9sI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WnJGwtjJLLc/s1600/screen-capture-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TLew78ur9sI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WnJGwtjJLLc/s200/screen-capture-4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528081611581290178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;knowing that even as our young family grows, that we can take on challenging situations -- with all our kids -- that most people reserve for teens and adults alone. We can find and treat our drinking water, get through a thunderstorm in a tent, make it long hours on a car ride without movies or stopping for french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be able to go without showers, toilets, other luxuries, but we can't go without each other, because we love being a family and going on adventures together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-9129913063252713052?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9129913063252713052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=9129913063252713052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/9129913063252713052'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Maria asked, "has anybody seen my blue marker." &lt;br /&gt;Samuel said, "I don't know what color is it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5035819149180771265?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5035819149180771265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5035819149180771265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5035819149180771265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5035819149180771265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-you-even-listening.html' title='Were you even 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6947217470690352855</id><published>2010-10-01T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:15:26.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joshua was afraid to go outside by himself because he thought there were coyotes, so Samuel said, "I'll go out with you I'm strong and brave... and violent."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-6947217470690352855?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6947217470690352855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=6947217470690352855' title='0 Comments'/><link 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that is a big deal if you know how muchshe loves chocolate ice cream).&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again we make something in the kitchen that turns out wonderful. After buying a box of mangos, which were half price since they were ripe, we knew that somethings special was going to happen. Charlotte suggested icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TAmykWCVwKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3uO0Sz3TL10/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479106759133348002" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;We used 3 large ripe mangos.&lt;div&gt;Blended them with about: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 tbsp fresh lime juice&lt;/div&gt;and a bit of Blue Agave Sweetener (its kind of like honey except cooler)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TAmyk00CKpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zQZ43WBKz9c/s400/IMG_1426.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479106767394843282" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;After the blending we just poured it into the ice cream maker and waited for 30 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TAm24TnSeMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5WfUW5xlZWA/s400/IMG_1432.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479111500126910658" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;What came out of the bowl was pure delight.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3697439010529946486?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3697439010529946486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3697439010529946486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3697439010529946486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3697439010529946486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/homemade-mango-ice-cream.html' title='Homemade Mango Ice Cream'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/TAmykWCVwKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3uO0Sz3TL10/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-486716648956278157</id><published>2010-05-22T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:14:30.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night owl, or early bird</title><content type='html'>This morning Maria told us that she is an Early Owl...because I sleep all night and get up early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-486716648956278157?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/486716648956278157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=486716648956278157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/486716648956278157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/486716648956278157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-owl-or-early-bird.html' title='Night owl, or early bird'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8905082658591846877</id><published>2010-05-22T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:40:47.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La la land (or Joshua doesn't listen)</title><content type='html'>An hour after we ate lunch Joshua came out of nowhere and asked what was for lunch. Anna said its sitting at your place and probably cold by now. &lt;br /&gt;Joshua: "Why didn't you tell me."&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "I asked you to go outside and tell Sam and Maria that lunch was ready, did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "Than why didn't you come back in with them and eat lunch with us?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: "I don't know..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8905082658591846877?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8905082658591846877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8905082658591846877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8905082658591846877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8905082658591846877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-la-land-or-joshua-doesnt-listen.html' title='La la land (or Joshua doesn&apos;t listen)'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-5455629878228914810</id><published>2010-04-04T07:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:18:13.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter ("I feel Sick")</title><content type='html'>After the Easter vigil mass and lots of late night candy and treats the kids woke up with sore tummies. The first thing out of Maria's mouth was "It"s EASTER, I feel sick." &lt;br /&gt;Sam ran to the bathroom complaining of a sore tummy... We asked if he was "throw up" sick and he said, "sick like the bottom of my tummy is full if sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: "help, eee, Bella attacked one of my egs and is spilling out the candy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom (sarcastically): " yeah, Bella is so vicious."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5455629878228914810?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5455629878228914810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5455629878228914810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5455629878228914810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5455629878228914810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-i-feel-sick.html' title='Happy Easter (&quot;I feel Sick&quot;)'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7933205294417410213</id><published>2010-04-03T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:44:19.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pew Preserves</title><content type='html'>At the Easter vigil when some people sat in the "Reserved" row right in front of us Josh asked, "do they know that pew is preserved?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7933205294417410213?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7933205294417410213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7933205294417410213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7933205294417410213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7933205294417410213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/pew-preserves.html' title='Pew Preserves'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-999363880707109243</id><published>2010-04-02T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:13:49.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam can "rememberize"</title><content type='html'>Maria is learning to read, and she read all the titles of the stations of the cross today. When she got to station 13# she said "Jesus' body is taken down from the cross." But Sam, who was sitting behind us, corrected her..."removed from the cross", he said. &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sam can you read?"&lt;br /&gt;Maria: "NO, he just rememberized it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-999363880707109243?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/999363880707109243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=999363880707109243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/999363880707109243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/999363880707109243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/sam-can-rememberize.html' title='Sam can &quot;rememberize&quot;'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4523836647912348939</id><published>2010-03-12T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:09:24.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an Abortion! - Warning Very Graphic - Video - Catholic Online</title><content type='html'>Dear God. I will pray for and end to abortion every day. I will never forget again after watching this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/video/?v=13"&gt;This is an Abortion! - Warning Very Graphic - Video - Catholic Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4523836647912348939?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.catholic.org/video/?v=13' title='This is an Abortion! - Warning Very Graphic - Video - Catholic Online'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4523836647912348939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4523836647912348939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4523836647912348939'/><link rel='self' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AySdEJx50Z0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AySdEJx50Z0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5142225858796135813?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5142225858796135813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5142225858796135813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and a wolf will come out of the woods and eat you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4650840537859601722?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4650840537859601722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4650840537859601722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4650840537859601722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4650840537859601722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/maria-telling-fib.html' title='The Wolf'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3801833184317700320</id><published>2009-12-26T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:15:41.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas treats</title><content type='html'>While eating a bear claw pastry Anna told the kids it has almond extract in it so it fasts a bit like marashino cherries.&lt;br /&gt;Sam took a bite and said, "this doesn't taste like jalapeño cherries."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3801833184317700320?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8668415099332267849</id><published>2009-12-17T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:48:17.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronounciation</title><content type='html'>All the kids were telling riddles around the dinner table with their cousins. &lt;br /&gt;Damian: What do you call an X that just got out of the bath tub?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: a Kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy has trouble making the "L" sound, and he but he quickly formulated this riddle on his own...&lt;br /&gt;Sam: what kind of Queen has no crown?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: A Queenex (but it sounded just like Kleenex).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8668415099332267849?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8668415099332267849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8668415099332267849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8668415099332267849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8668415099332267849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/pronounciation.html' title='Pronounciation'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1065670526557960579</id><published>2009-12-14T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:38:00.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossed over the 50 mile mark</title><content type='html'>I crossed over the 50 mile mark today, one day ahead of schedule!!&lt;br /&gt;This feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1065670526557960579?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1065670526557960579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1065670526557960579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1065670526557960579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1065670526557960579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/crossed-over-50-mile-mark.html' title='Crossed over the 50 mile mark'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6745907522197300799</id><published>2009-12-13T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:20:05.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria the risk taker</title><content type='html'>Maria asked "why do we have to wear our seatbelts when we have never been in an accident?"&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "if we did get in a car accident you would fly out the window."&lt;br /&gt;Maria, banging on the side window: "but mom, I'm hitting the window and it doesn't break."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-6745907522197300799?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6745907522197300799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=6745907522197300799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6745907522197300799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6745907522197300799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/maria-risk-taker.html' title='Maria the risk taker'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3130773239019855724</id><published>2009-12-13T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:10:01.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad invented that</title><content type='html'>Maria has lost both her front teeth and has been enjoying all the attention that comes from missing teeth before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight her Aunt Catherine sang the "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" song. Maria then said: "My dad invented that song."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3130773239019855724?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3130773239019855724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3130773239019855724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3130773239019855724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3130773239019855724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dad-invented-that.html' title='My dad invented that'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6579590740201837570</id><published>2009-12-12T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:27:56.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SIDS</title><content type='html'>Emily was telling us that the father of one of her friends died recently, really sad. But as we were talking about Joshua asked, "Did he die of sudden instant death?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-6579590740201837570?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6579590740201837570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=6579590740201837570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6579590740201837570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6579590740201837570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/sids.html' title='SIDS'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2101362006092946195</id><published>2009-12-09T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:54:59.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Updates</title><content type='html'>I was wrestling the kids this evening before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Maria said: you can you can't hurt me because I'm five, and you're almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not that old.&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Yes, you're almost to the age of your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Maria asked if we could use some of the money that we earn to buy toys. We responded with something standard like: you already have toys, and there are other things to spend money on beside toys.&lt;br /&gt;So Maria said: well yeah, we need to buy food too, we couldn't live if we just had toys, toys, TOYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2101362006092946195?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2101362006092946195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2101362006092946195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2101362006092946195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2101362006092946195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-updates.html' title='Funny Updates'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3620803736190872065</id><published>2009-12-09T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:17:35.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up before the sun to play in the snow</title><content type='html'>Everybody already know that our kids are crazy-awesome...but this confirms it. They woke up at 6:30 am, and were playing in the snow by 7:00 (long before the sun rose). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they made tiger, bird and dinosaur footprints in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when getting dressed for atrium Maria said, "this would be a lot easier if I was a paper doll."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3620803736190872065?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3620803736190872065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3620803736190872065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3620803736190872065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3620803736190872065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/up-before-sun-to-play-in-snow.html' title='Up before the sun to play in the snow'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4150856874476928170</id><published>2009-12-03T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:10:04.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More stories</title><content type='html'>Maria was playing paper dolls with Anna and was naming all the dolls and giving them characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;At one point she said, this one is named Maria, she pretends to be the mom and takes care of all the kids ...(pause) actually her mom died of cancer so she is the mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4150856874476928170?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4150856874476928170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4150856874476928170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4150856874476928170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4150856874476928170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-stories.html' title='More stories'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6332690320130333610</id><published>2009-10-05T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:44:07.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><title type='text'>I wish I had thought of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbfe2_2DDc0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6332690320130333610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-had-thought-of-this.html' title='I wish I had thought of this'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4924094672933665967</id><published>2009-09-23T07:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:15:46.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Men of Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UksfV5V7R20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UksfV5V7R20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4924094672933665967?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4924094672933665967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4924094672933665967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4924094672933665967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4924094672933665967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-men-of-genius.html' title='Real Men of Genius'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8941767408327947571</id><published>2009-08-28T18:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:37:23.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you control your self</title><content type='html'>Maria has been a bit aggressive lately, especially when she is tired.&lt;br /&gt;Today Anna asked her: "can you control your body?"&lt;br /&gt;And Maria shouts "YES" and swings her arm hitting Anna in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8941767408327947571?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8941767408327947571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8941767408327947571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8941767408327947571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8941767408327947571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-control-your-self.html' title='Can you control your self'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2801607728816083929</id><published>2009-08-02T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:57:05.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can you marry</title><content type='html'>Damian was talking about marrying Maria but we told him &amp;quot; you can&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;marry someone in your family.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Maria added, &amp;quot;yeah, you can only marry someone you don&amp;#39;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;(that&amp;#39;s right, arranged marriages are back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2801607728816083929?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2801607728816083929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2801607728816083929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2801607728816083929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2801607728816083929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-can-you-marry.html' title='Who can you marry'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1447553747750240559</id><published>2009-07-09T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:21:29.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a Compliment</title><content type='html'>In response to a suggestion I made, Joshua said "Wow mom, I would have never thought of that. You're &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; smarter than me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1447553747750240559?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1447553747750240559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1447553747750240559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1447553747750240559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1447553747750240559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-compliment.html' title='Almost a Compliment'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8037404831419708212</id><published>2009-07-02T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:27:10.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Famous</title><content type='html'>I overheard Joshua complimenting Sam on a picture he drew.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: "Sam, that is amazing, someday you are going to be a famous artist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "I already am a famous artist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(infamous maybe, for not putting his art supplies away :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8037404831419708212?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8037404831419708212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8037404831419708212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8037404831419708212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8037404831419708212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/already-famous.html' title='Already Famous'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2787327299296637401</id><published>2009-06-15T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:20:12.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this and your adrenaline will rush!!</title><content type='html'>I am going to mail in my teabag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeYscnFpEyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeYscnFpEyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2787327299296637401?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2787327299296637401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2787327299296637401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2787327299296637401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2787327299296637401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-this-and-your-adrenaline-will.html' title='Watch this and your adrenaline will rush!!'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7610227725576998927</id><published>2009-06-11T10:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:02:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducting Elizabeth Arabella Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFTu2o0a-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/DjwyaOWvBsk/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFTu2o0a-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/DjwyaOWvBsk/s400/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346146297071299554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born June 11th (on Jesse's mom's birthday) at 1:36am, 8 pounds 14 oz.&lt;br /&gt;She is a real chubby girl and nursed right away. Big sister Maria was there for the birth. While holder her for the first time she confidently said, "She's&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFUL-FdBBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2WKN9sDcnDk/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346146797286654994" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFT1UuWoUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KQ7winYwqWw/s400/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346146408226791746" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;wiggly, that means she wants to stand up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, not so fast big sister, we'll let her just rest for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFTejjVm1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/C8hw4G4wGPI/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFTejjVm1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/C8hw4G4wGPI/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346146017070127954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjEUU2y86QI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pALpoTs644s/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjEUU2y86QI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pALpoTs644s/s400/-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346076581204650242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7610227725576998927?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7610227725576998927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7610227725576998927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7610227725576998927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7610227725576998927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducting-elizabeth-arabella-rose.html' title='Introducting Elizabeth Arabella Rose'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SjFTu2o0a-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/DjwyaOWvBsk/s72-c/IMG_0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8903854043118209155</id><published>2009-06-09T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:19:45.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid version of Go Fish</title><content type='html'>Tonight we played go fish with the kids. Here's a few of the interchanges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, "Sammy, do you have nemo?" "Yes". "Can I have it?" "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, "Sammy, do you have squirt?" Sammy, picking up one of his pairs, "I have two, which one would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, all 3 of the kids just had to blurt out what card they had drawn each time they went "go fish".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8903854043118209155?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8903854043118209155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8903854043118209155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8903854043118209155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8903854043118209155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/kid-version-of-go-fish.html' title='Kid version of Go Fish'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1630606509629005329</id><published>2009-06-05T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:50:51.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running lots lately</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping track of everything on my livestrong.com account but I ran 6 miles today while pushing kids in the chariot and I am feeling pretty good about it. The iPhone follows my run with GPS on trail guru. I know that technology is annoying to many of you, but I think it is fun to be able to see the blue line on a map showing where I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily ran the first 3 miles with me too. We plan to run a half marathon in August and my Dad agreed to do it as well. This will be my 3rd, Emily's 2nd and Steve's 1st!  Who will join us next year?? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe src="http://www.trailguru.com/ui/embed/embedTrack.php?thid=318856&amp;width=468&amp;height=400" scrolling="no" height="400" width="468" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.trailguru.com/wiki/index.php/Track:6U14"&gt;Ran 6, the first 3 with Emily &amp; kids; pushed Sam whole way (Running) | MI, USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1630606509629005329?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1630606509629005329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1630606509629005329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1630606509629005329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1630606509629005329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-lost-lately.html' title='Running lots lately'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-5690387508533951308</id><published>2009-05-07T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:49:52.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to a reception following the funeral mass for Anna's Grandparents (more on that amazing story later).&lt;br /&gt;Joshua has been really confident lately. As the reception was coming to a close a friend of the extended family that we had never met before  came to me and told me that Joshua suprised her. He said in a very "matter of fact" way: "did you know that I am smarter than you?" &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she was a school teacher so she took no offense, she simply responded that he was probably right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5690387508533951308?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5690387508533951308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5690387508533951308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5690387508533951308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5690387508533951308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-went-to-reception-following-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1667373878557532129</id><published>2009-05-01T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:10:01.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>We had a test of faith that we are being challenged with right now. The buyer's mortgage company sent an appraiser who gave them an appraisal that was fantastically low. $46,000 less than it appraised for last spring--over a 22% decrease. It is no use getting our own appraisal done because the mortgage broker does not have to accept it. Furthermore, the buyer works for the Mortgage Broker so he doesn't want to apply at another institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that God will take care of us...it is just difficult in the "now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1667373878557532129?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1667373878557532129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1667373878557532129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1667373878557532129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1667373878557532129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-and-prayer-request.html' title='Update and Prayer Request'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-5981555148522519252</id><published>2009-04-28T09:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:04:21.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop not good enough for Obama Government</title><content type='html'>Obama's team wanted a picture of Air Force One with Manhattan as the backdrop. I can't understand why. But lets assume it was for a sane reason...if I was given this photographic task I might have used photoshop to avoid scaring the heck out of the entire city. Can you imagine how many people fled their workplaces for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no greenie, but what about the carbon footprint, jet fuel, and man power used during this presidential plane photoshoot! What a tremendous waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/30451228#30451228" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5981555148522519252?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5981555148522519252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5981555148522519252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5981555148522519252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5981555148522519252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/government-screws-up-again-in-public.html' title='Photoshop not good enough for Obama Government'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3064410221091311974</id><published>2009-04-14T19:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:45:17.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>In the Blink of An Eye</title><content type='html'>Many parents tell their kids that "God always answers prayers," but then qualify it saying, "but sometimes he doesn't answer them the way we want, or as quickly as we'd like." Well let me tell you that while this is true and may protect against disappointment, that is not always the case. Sometimes God answers prayers &lt;b&gt;fast&lt;/b&gt;...so fast that we cannot doubt His action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story starts some time ago. Our goal was, and still is, to move out to the 52 acres in the country that our family bought together, but we have never had a clear time-line. We contemplated selling our house two years ago, and certainly the timing in the market would have been much better then, but the timing for our family was not. So it was not until last spring we put our house on the up for sale. Everyone would agree that this was the worst possible time to sell a house. Only 10 couples came to see the house over the entire summer of 2008, from that we got only one low-ball offer which we quickly refused. Our hearts were really not set on selling it, partly because it is a lovely home, and also because it is hard to sell a house for less than we paid for it. Part of us felt it would be better to hold off until the market made a recovery. So even when we prayed that God would help us sell the house over the last year, it is safe to say we didn't really commit our hearts to that end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably know, my parents travel a lot, and for the last 6 months or so we have been house-sitting for them and renting our house to one of Anna's sisters. The plan was to move back into our house before the new baby arrives in May. But surprisingly, my parents, and my younger sisters didn't seem too thrilled at the idea of us moving back to our house. Nonetheless, we began following our plan and taking some belongings back to our home in preparation to move back in. But neither Anna nor I felt peaceful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday before Palm Sunday we talked to my parents and came to the decision that our ultimate goal of building a home on the land would be better served by staying at their house, saving money faster, and keeping my younger sisters company during my parents long absences. We really have enjoyed the situation here, and it is nice for the kids to get to know their grandparents a little better (when they are around:) So we all held hands together, including our kids, and prayed to God that he would help us sell our house quickly because we were ready now to move on to the next season in our life. There was nothing extraordinary about the words used, but there was something very decisive about the whole experience. It was as if we were saying, "ok God, we are done waffling in our own hearts, this may not be the best time to be selling our house in the world's eyes, but we are ready, and if you want us to take this next step please help us to sell the house quickly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not get to pick which family we are born into, but had I been given a choice I definitely would have chosen my parents over again. This whole scenario would NOT be possible without their supreme generosity and the fact that they are great people to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began setting up an area in the house for the new baby, and unloading the car that was full of boxes that hours ago were slated to go back to our house. It was only moments later that we got three separate calls from the realtor's office asking to show the house. The next day, Palm Sunday, more people saw the house in that single day than had been to the house in months. One of those couples fell in love with the house and saw it again on Tuesday and again on Thursday, they put an offer in on Friday, we countered back and forth a bit and by Tuesday after dinner we had a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure if you have read this so far you don't need me to state the obvious, but I will for the record: this was a miracle. This was a true example of God answering a prayer moments after it was uttered. The neat thing about this whole experience was that God waited for us to be ready. Once we finally planted our flag and put ourselves in a position for Him to act, He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing to have our children see prayers get answered in such a real way. I hope this blog will serve to remind them of God's active presence in their lives as they grow older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3064410221091311974?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3064410221091311974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3064410221091311974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3064410221091311974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3064410221091311974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-fast-was-that.html' title='In the Blink of An Eye'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8584371437574823333</id><published>2009-04-13T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:45:22.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutants</title><content type='html'>At nearly 5 years old, Maria has been obsessed with babies and marriage lately. It would make sense to marry someone you know well, and who she know better than her brother? Anna and I tried to help her to understand why it was not allowed to marry relatives. A few days later we heard her interpretation of what we said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, if I marry you my babies won't turn out right. They will have squiggly heads and squiggley arms and legs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8584371437574823333?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8584371437574823333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8584371437574823333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8584371437574823333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8584371437574823333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/mutants.html' title='Mutants'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1604242023731004953</id><published>2009-04-10T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:58:41.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anna was explaining Good Friday to the kids and how we sort of re-inact the crucifixtion to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is gunna nail Fr Ed to the cross?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1604242023731004953?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1604242023731004953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1604242023731004953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1604242023731004953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1604242023731004953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/anna-was-explaining-good-friday-to-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4802418049594049674</id><published>2009-04-01T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:52:17.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darndest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im58XcqDu9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im58XcqDu9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4802418049594049674?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4802418049594049674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4802418049594049674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4802418049594049674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4802418049594049674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darndest Things'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7668607274662878086</id><published>2009-03-31T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:36:00.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All you Saints we don't know</title><content type='html'>Part of our nighttime prayers involves singing a litany of the saints. Now Maria is the most musically inclined when it comes to singing, so she has pretty much internalized the pattern of saints we go through each night... many are the ones the kids got their middle names from: Thomas More, Faustina, Tarcisius, and also Anna and my confirmation saints. Typically after we get through these standard ones we open the floor to any other saints the kids want to add in. After these I’ll close it all down with Roger Holtz’s tune of “all you holy men and women pray for us.” Well this evening, Maria took the initiative and closed it down singing confidently: “All you saints we do know pray for us. All you saints we don’t know pray for us.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7668607274662878086?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7668607274662878086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7668607274662878086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7668607274662878086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7668607274662878086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-you-saints-we-dont-know.html' title='All you Saints we don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-17920919425023171</id><published>2009-03-30T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:41:23.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Clockwork
</title><content type='html'>This phenomonon has been occuring nearly every morning and we have only now thought to document and share it. More often than not between 5:30 am and 6:30 am Joshua giggles in his sleep. It is quite funny to be around for, and it is so consitant that we are going to try to record it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-17920919425023171?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/17920919425023171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=17920919425023171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/17920919425023171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/17920919425023171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-clockwork.html' title='Like Clockwork&#xA;'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1262949770176578384</id><published>2009-03-30T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:35:56.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What if she says 'no' "?</title><content type='html'>Aunt Emily told us that one of her friends had three people ask her to prom. Well Joshua happens to have some romantic interest in this particular 17 year old girl, so he asked what prom was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our simple explanation he, wanted to know about dating, marriage, liking, loving and how it all works. The following is the discourse that we have NO IDEA where it come from ,but it had us all in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "if you like someone you ask them to go on a date, and if they like you back they say yes. Then you get to go places together. After a while if you start to love them ad want to marry them you ask them to marry you and if they say yes than you can get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: "What if they say no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: " Than you can't marry them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: " And you tell them to pay you $20 back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1262949770176578384?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1262949770176578384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1262949770176578384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1262949770176578384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1262949770176578384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-she-says-no.html' title='&quot;What if she says &apos;no&apos; &quot;?'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6955272291710741499</id><published>2009-02-26T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:19:05.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping her brother out
</title><content type='html'>Maria finished her dinner last night much faster than the rest of us. Sam was hungry but dawdling--Maria sat next to Sam with fork in hand and said, "if we eat together we can beat Josh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-6955272291710741499?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6955272291710741499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=6955272291710741499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6955272291710741499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6955272291710741499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/helping-her-brother-out.html' title='Helping her brother out&#xA;'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3290921708212637422</id><published>2009-02-26T11:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:16:16.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Either way they will burn you
</title><content type='html'>The hashbrowns were sizzling in the oily pan when I slid them onto the kids plates. I warned, "these are hotter than boiling water." &lt;br /&gt;Maria blew on one and said, "they're not hotter than boiling water, they are warmer than boiling water."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3290921708212637422?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3290921708212637422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3290921708212637422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3290921708212637422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3290921708212637422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/either-way-they-will-burn-you.html' title='Either way they will burn you&#xA;'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6227840886393998913</id><published>2009-02-19T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:21:23.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as Sammy was trying to get my attention he said, "Mommy." Mommy!" "BIG TUMMY!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for better or worse that did work to get my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-6227840886393998913?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6227840886393998913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=6227840886393998913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6227840886393998913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6227840886393998913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the mouths of babes'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-527166592773911297</id><published>2009-02-18T01:29:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:00:29.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, Home again, Jigity Jig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZu1OB7TmrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ojo6r7JtfhE/s1600-h/P1020603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZu1OB7TmrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ojo6r7JtfhE/s320/P1020603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304032238798871218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precisely two hours after my last blog post late Sunday night. I felt a rumbly in my tumbly, and spent the rest of the night getting to know the toilet better. I don't know for sure but I must have lost 10 pounds in  four hours. I don't mean to be too graphic or anything, but I think I set a new record for tossing cookies the most times in four hours: 13. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna was the best, she made me a bed on the hotel bathroom floor with the extra pillows we had and I did not get up from this cozy spot until late the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry no pictures, you'll have to use your imagination).&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZu_8RqmzcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1bbx6_0G3Q4/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304044028414053826" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZu09kJRA2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/8Z5AFRrMyjE/s320/P1020565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031955926451042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, it was only food poisoning from the Bean Burrito I ate at taco bell, so nobody else shared my agony. After a day in bed, Tuesday morning rolled around and I felt much better. But the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ripley's Believe It or Not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquarium &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;had not been checked off Joshua's "Road Trip To-Do List" so even though there was a 10 hour drive ahead of us we went for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy was it fun: huge Sharks, giant Jelly Fish, jumbo Sting Rays, a big Sea Turtle and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little tiny&lt;/span&gt; sea shell filled with deadly poison (not kidding). Best of all everything was designed for maximum kid enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZuzeYL9L8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/x0ZgQsVRDF4/s320/P1020629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304030320628936642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZuzJ-zHlgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/x3WiqYE_ddw/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029970216490498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pulled in the drive way at 12:30am early Wednesday morning, just 31 minutes later than planned. The extra 31  minutes may have been the Italian dinner at Buca di Beppo we enjoyed in Cincinnati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? the it seems we have had some great chefs on our trip. The chef at Buca brought us out a free Calamari (out of the blue) so all the kids got to eat baby squids. Thanks to God for that nice touch: after looking at more sea creatures than you can shake a squid at we get to eat some too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZuy7D7EhFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Iqpagdul_Qw/s320/P1020704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029713893983314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-527166592773911297?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/527166592773911297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=527166592773911297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/527166592773911297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/527166592773911297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-again-home-again-jigity-jig.html' title='Home again, Home again, Jigity Jig'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZu1OB7TmrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ojo6r7JtfhE/s72-c/P1020603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2207442517877341471</id><published>2009-02-15T23:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:58:14.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appalachian Mountains are Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjsuxAwG3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OhFB2xabRs0/s1600-h/P1020217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjsuxAwG3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OhFB2xabRs0/s320/P1020217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303248849403386738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got up extra early this morning, partly because there was an 8AM mass at St. Paul's in Seneca SC that we wanted to get to. But also because we could not wait to get out of our ultra crappy hotel room. It was what you would call a "dive" and it was abysmal...we now have both a good and a bad experience from using Priceline.com.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plan for today was to get from Seneca, SC to Gatlinburg, TN which google maps said should be about a 2.5 hour drive...it took us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjuNjOixfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/f7lxKRwytCM/s200/P1020255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303250477790709234" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at practically every spot to pull over and with the GPS set to "shorte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;st" instead of "fastest" route we also found some beautiful back roads through the mountains, including some dirt roads with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steep&lt;/span&gt; drops and no barriers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found breath-taking untouched land, an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d stumbled upon some of the most gorgeous building sites &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjwTkikiTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kSWvptQo92E/s320/P1020260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303252780245616946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with waterfalls in their ba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ck yard and mountain v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iews. And some of the scenic communities that we passed through lead me to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that I was in Switzerland &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(except that everyone talked with a souther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n drawl instead of French). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smokey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mountain National Park Road was the last park of our journey today. I cannot imagine taking the trip on a foggy or snowy day because mountain motoring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is so challenging on its own. Someday I would like to do this drive again in a Mini Cooper or Porsche with a stick 5 speed stick!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjw2QBHHFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bADk51wq3iY/s320/P1020340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303253376031988818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; real trooper through the whole trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; as she was not feeling good yet hardly complained that I was taking sooooooo long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjxF5cPeVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/__cNRw5H3Kk/s320/P1020349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303253644849674578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now safe at a comfy hotel in Gatlinburg. The kids went straight for the pool when we got here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria has been pushing the limits of a 4 year old trying summer-salts under water, trying to touch the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjyO4srVxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/D-XDSGABHAw/s320/P1020374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303254898780624658" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; of the pool (5 feet down) and swimming with great strength across the pool and back many times with no assistance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel has no fear leaping into the pool, wanting to go completely underwate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r without plugging his nose, and only then can I lift him up. He is also very close to swimming on his own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua has a desire to swim, and he is overcoming his fears bit by bit. He was venturing out on his own where the water came up over his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2207442517877341471?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2207442517877341471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2207442517877341471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2207442517877341471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2207442517877341471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/appalachian-mountains-are-beautiful.html' title='The Appalachian Mountains are Beautiful'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZjsuxAwG3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OhFB2xabRs0/s72-c/P1020217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2801114506986648139</id><published>2009-02-14T15:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:32:32.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We crossed strom thurmond dam onto south Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/2c0bac3115/post/43610/"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZZAm7zxCyI/AAAAAAAAATw/JUTxtzWvYWQ/s1600-h/P1020125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZZAm7zxCyI/AAAAAAAAATw/JUTxtzWvYWQ/s400/P1020125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302496648909359906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like Okeedokee, but Okefenokee, in the language of the Seminole Indian, means trembling/unsteady earth. You might guess that it refers to the swampy ground, and you'd be right. But I think it also had to do with how trembling scared they were walking though the swamp with all the alligators and poisonous snakes lurking about. Even the little 18" long alligators that the staff held in their hands have 45lbs of biting pressure and bacteria in their mouths that kills people more than the bite does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we didn't see any wild snakes. It's not that I wouldn't have enjoyed seeing them, but  in Michigan we are so comfortable with the fact that most snakes are safe that we drop our guard when we come across them. In Georgia there are 6 poisonous snakes, and they had some of them in cages. The Diamond-Back and Cane Break Rattle snakes were huge. And the herpetologist said that recently a Cotton Mouth was swimming in the water at the edge of the amphitheater. That story got better because she said a huge non-venomous King Snake darted out from under the stage and bit the Cotton Mouth behind the head...and proceeded to eat him over the next 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna was most excited to see the aligators, and see them se did. We saw a bunch of of them. They were very cool and they like to keep their distance from us. Our boat tour guide was a bit crazy though and took the boat right up to the edge where a pair of gators were sunning in the 67 degree weather. We were literally only 5 feet from them with nothing to keep them from joining us in the boat. That was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit unnerving to bring along three little morsels (I mean children) because the gators were free roaming and wild. There were actually signs placed on a tree near the handicap parking warning about the alligators.  The first sign said that "alligators are dangerous," but because the creatures would come right up to the edge of the side walk (not when we were there thankfully) and hold so still people thought they were statues. Visitors, we were told, would even arguing with the park staff in disbelief. So the a second sign was added warning that the alligators are "not fake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat tour guide spoke with a thick-as-molasses southern accent. He used words that I didn't even know existed. But man could he pilot that boat down the narrow waterways. He said his daddy drove boats in the swamp, and so did his granddaddy before that. He told us many a tale about his childhood, making the 30 minute boat ride last 50 minutes.  What a character he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZZAP5S3R-I/AAAAAAAAATo/sl0HGkCXeHo/s320/P1020070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302496253097494498" /&gt; Joshua wanted to touch anything that he thought might be alive. The herpetologist brought out three big snakes to touch, a big King snake, a Corn snake, and a Grey Rat Snake? and Joshua wanted to get up real close. More than once she had to tell him to stop touching around the mouths because they were likely to bite him. There is a picture that I will post soon that looks like he was actually trying get his finger into the snake's mouth. This crazy kid is fearless when it comes to animals. The other two had no problems petting the snakes, but they didn't seem to have the same gusto that Josh was bursting with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5039627997052134318?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5039627997052134318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5039627997052134318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5039627997052134318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5039627997052134318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/okefenokee-national-swamp.html' title='Okefenokee National Swamp'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZZAm7zxCyI/AAAAAAAAATw/JUTxtzWvYWQ/s72-c/P1020125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4182581942316668957</id><published>2009-02-13T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:09:28.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua at the Georgia swamp entrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/2c0bac3115/post/43489/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/22278/2009/02/13/full_14edcd9f95d4d3e449e3fb76d3b84012.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net"&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4182581942316668957?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4182581942316668957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4182581942316668957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4182581942316668957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4182581942316668957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/joshua-at-georgia-swamp-entrance.html' title='Joshua at the Georgia swamp entrance'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-495360656182158893</id><published>2009-02-13T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:12:04.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>38 bucks buys a night near Okefenokee</title><content type='html'>Following the advice of Dave Campbell I tried Priceline's "name your price" for a hotel room in Waycross Georgia. We got one for cheap, the Hampton next door was $68 but we are staying at a southern chain of motels that has everything we need, and it is only $38 a night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we are heading out to the Okefenokee Swamp. Hopefully we will see some alligators, but not become their dinner. I am also thinking that a old fashioned steam train ride is also on the horizon, so we'll try to get some videos of that for Anthony Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-495360656182158893?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/495360656182158893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=495360656182158893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/495360656182158893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/495360656182158893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK7CwUSAJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qkXsH1lbhqU/s1600-h/P1010435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK7CwUSAJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qkXsH1lbhqU/s320/P1010435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301505367372595346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK6zJ9ruGI/AAAAAAAAATI/LJm8EtPtvKk/s1600-h/P1010491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK6zJ9ruGI/AAAAAAAAATI/LJm8EtPtvKk/s320/P1010491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301505099379226722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK7NAG-G8I/AAAAAAAAATY/DEKdf_k4CKI/s320/P1010461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301505543410424770" /&gt;There is no time today to share all the fun of the day, but here are a few pictures to hold you over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1038985461656961482?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1038985461656961482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1038985461656961482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1038985461656961482'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK5v5boefI/AAAAAAAAAS4/S56qtO6V700/s1600-h/mqd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK5v5boefI/AAAAAAAAAS4/S56qtO6V700/s320/mqd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301503943890205170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that this church was named before Universal Studios was built, but I am not too sure. The church was built 25 years ago. Does anybody know?&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the structure did not carry the gravitas of a 500 y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ear old church in Rome, but the stained glass bible stories were amazin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g. One could spend hours just looking at them, an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d there were lots of them telling the whole sto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ry of salvation from Genesis to the M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;artyrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The side chapel had dark blue stained glass with stars that looked just like we were in space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK6KwJxXzI/AAAAAAAAATA/-5igGRSl3rU/s320/mqu-overall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301504405255839538" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4107672092429955419?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4107672092429955419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4107672092429955419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4107672092429955419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4107672092429955419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/mary-queen-of-universe.html' title='Mary, Queen of the Universe'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZK5v5boefI/AAAAAAAAAS4/S56qtO6V700/s72-c/mqd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4868152983414350458</id><published>2009-02-10T06:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:31:40.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People Drive all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZF4TbE0ayI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AVbtZrf7TD4/s1600-h/P1010307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZF4TbE0ayI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AVbtZrf7TD4/s320/P1010307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301150511472601890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and God must like crazy people. We left Nashville at 11:00 am Sunday morning, and we planned to end our day in Valdosta Georgia, just north of the border of Florida. We also planned to stop at Cloudland Canyon along the way, a Georgian state park that is "off the beaten path" and very beautiful.&lt;div&gt;But the crazy part came in when we spent more time at Cloudland, just because of the sheer beauty of the whole place, and the friendliness of the few people who happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZF-nuYYWiI/AAAAAAAAASg/J-rethaiJwY/s200/P1010341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301157457322072610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; to be there with us (including the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; owners of this Porsche parked next to our van, which put me in a precarious  situation...which one to drive back down the mountain???). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we where still pretty far from Valdosta when the kids were begging for sleep, and I was not interested in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; driving another 6+hours on the day we were supposed to be arriving in Florida. So we stopped, got the kids as ready for bed as we could, brushed their teeth with plain water, filled the little kid potty (ewww) and got them in their PJ's (for Maria that is just undies and nothing else :), tipped the kids seats back as far as we could with all the luggage and food behind them, then daddy got some Mountain dew (ignoring the calories for the caffeine), and off we went. Anna was a real trooper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZF-5Svk82I/AAAAAAAAASo/4r-sjEO-VVM/s320/P1010352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301157759140819810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; for who hours along the w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay from 2-4am, Anna slept on the floor under the kids feet while I tosse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d and turned in the front seats. I don't think we would request to sleep like that again under norm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al circumstances. But it worked this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up refreshed (no joke) at 4am to the crickets chirping on my phone alarm. The only thing we weren't too sure about was checking into the hotel. We apprehensively called at 5am to ask what our options were. We are told 4pm was normal check in time, but w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e could check in as early as 7am. I was overjoyed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by golly we arrived in Orlando at 6:30 after a 20 minute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZF_Kcz9kcI/AAAAAAAAASw/2ZqQaod3ZtQ/s320/P1010350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301158053901341122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GPS mistake which took us to the wrong Lake Street in a little neighborhood that looked scary in the dark.   As we pulled in to the Embassy suites at 6:30 the kids started waking up, to them it was normal to wake up and be safely in Orlando where mom and dad told them they would. But we don't want to take for granted all the little details that God worked out for us along the way. Yes, God really blessed us, either in spite of our craziness or because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4868152983414350458?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4868152983414350458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4868152983414350458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4868152983414350458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4868152983414350458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-people-drive-all-night.html' title='Crazy People Drive all night'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SZF4TbE0ayI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AVbtZrf7TD4/s72-c/P1010307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3616264973488579464</id><published>2009-02-09T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:15:43.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The T-Rex display near Lego land in downtown Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/2c0bac3115/post/43103/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/22278/2009/02/10/full_15045c02e11b1fb3bf3bf78603552415.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net"&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3616264973488579464?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3616264973488579464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3616264973488579464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3616264973488579464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3616264973488579464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/t-rex-display-near-lego-land-in.html' title='The T-Rex display near Lego land in downtown Disney'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8064729766411136602</id><published>2009-02-09T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:35:30.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our room has a kitchenette and a livingroom! 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Yay'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1538764367127808468</id><published>2009-02-09T07:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:24:42.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived in Orlando@ 6:30 am; and they let us check in 10 hours early</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/2c0bac3115/post/43031/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/22278/2009/02/09/full_758db4afd7da40ed780cc71a7c8a560d.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net"&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1538764367127808468?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1538764367127808468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1538764367127808468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1538764367127808468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1538764367127808468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/arrived-in-orlando-630-am-and-they-let.html' title='Arrived in Orlando@ 6:30 am; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SY5t2nt1BNI/AAAAAAAAASI/71tj5MBgR0U/s320/P1010223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300294596603217106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think we found a very unique man. Someone who really cares about how others feel. He made us feel like family, or better, like royalty. The food he made at his restaurant Volare is unmatched: Anna’s Crab-stuffed Salmon, and my Chilean Sea Bass were so good they were almost spiritual. Every bite gave off a magical burst of flavors that kept our taste buds busy, and our souls praising God for such talent. Despite the busyness of the restaurant on a Saturday night, before during and after the meal he came out to just be with us, listen to the kids get to know us a little bit better, and just smile.  I don’t mean to over do all this praise; but rarely has the world found a man with such visible a talent that also can focus on “people” as and balance those gifts of relationships as if people were what was really important to his world. Would you not agree that this is a rarely found balance? Our kids and we too love our new uncle Bobby Bell.&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever in Nashville, stop by the Gaylord Opryland Hotel and see Bobby at the Volare Italian Resturant. (and don’t forget to ask for a free valet parking validation and save $25 on parking) :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the event at: &lt;a href="http://www.rayclan.com/roadtrip/Blog/Entries/2009/2/7_How_many_chefs_care_this_much.html"&gt;www.rayclan.com/roadtrip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-226953994792739416?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/226953994792739416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=226953994792739416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/226953994792739416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/226953994792739416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-chefs-care-this-much.html' title='How many chefs care this much?'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SY5t2nt1BNI/AAAAAAAAASI/71tj5MBgR0U/s72-c/P1010223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-9184706810730469414</id><published>2009-02-07T00:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:07:13.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle Hotel Room</title><content type='html'>After the Mammoth Cave expedition this morning we did not have any plans set in stone. Our goal was to get two more hours south to Nashville see the and find a cheap place to sleep. On our drive down Anna searched for a hotel on our iphone but many of the known-brand hotels in Nashville were pricey. The King of all hotels in Nashville is the &lt;a href="http://www.gaylordhotels.com/gaylord-opryland/nashville-tn-hotel-rooms-suites/premium-garden-view-rooms/index.html"&gt;Gaylord Opryland Hotel&lt;/a&gt; and it runs $260-$300 per night with taxes, but it is the MOST beautiful place I have ever stayed at in my life. So anyway, about that miracle, after dinner at the aquarium restaurant we arrived at the hotel, but after a 10 minute walk from a nearby mall (because even parking is $20 at this place). We entered one of the three gorgeous glass-covered atriums just after dark. We wandered around a bit, watched the fountain/ligh&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SY0kNUA1T9I/AAAAAAAAASA/iQN5UPJpD9c/s400/NashvilleandNascar105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299932147614044114" /&gt;t show, stopped the kids from grabbing at the koi goldfish, and just enjoyed ourselves...we even commented that time spent without “somewhere to go next” is much more fun than having a rigid schedule. It was getting a bit late though and we needed to find a hotel room before the kids got too sleepy to walk. I told Anna that I would really like to spend the night here at the Opryland Hotel, and that we should pray and ask God to get us a cheap room. So we did. We held hands at the little koi pond with the gold fish listening and told God that we needed a place to stay tonight and that we would really like him to help us to stay here. As we started walking again I contemplated calling the reservation desk, I even pulled out my phone and looked at the number, but I got a sense that it was not the way God was going to bless us.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes after, we walked past a familiar resturant, Volare, a fancy italian place: “$30 a plate” fancy, and we remembered that we ate there 3 years ago during a conference for my Dad’s company. Sam was just a baby, and when we asked for something soft for him to eat the Chef actually came out to our table and talked to us for few minutes. He told us about his family and his kids and his faith in God. He then brought us a bowl of blended up carrots decorated like it was for the president. He was the kind of guy whose manager you call to lavish praise upon, (which we did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked past the restaurant we recalled this event and tried to remember the Chef’s name: Freddy, maybe, something catchy that ended in a “y” for sure. He had made such an impact on us with his friendliness we thought it would be really cool to see him again and tell him how we still remembered how he took care of us. I approached the maitrde’ and asked if they had a very friendly chef whose name was Freddy or something like that. She recognized his description of “friendly” right away, which was no surprise, but his name is Bobby she told us. She quickly offered to go get him...and quickly hopped away before we could say that it was not important enough to pull him away from his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came the familiar face of Bobby Bell, the chef who cared about us like only a Christian ever could. He remembered us immediately, from 3 years and thousands of customers ago. In fact he told us that we had given him a Curious George book for his son the night he had given us our memory. He sat down on the stairs at the entrance to his restaurant, asked about the kids, what we were doing here, etc. We told him about our trip and how we plan to go to Sea World and back on a tight budget. “Good Luck,” he said. When he asked where we were staying and found out we were not staying at his hotel, and had not found one yet, he said, “wait here, I might be able to do something for you.” We waited for a few minutes, he came back and said to wait a few more. After waiting for about 10 minutes, he came out with a big smile on his face and told us normally he has to go though the HR department to get room discounts for family members only, but because it was late and at the last minute the HR office was closed so he thought he could go to the reservation desk with us and pull some strings. Right then and there he walked with us, about 20 minutes round trip, to the reserva&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SY0jbvcDV4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/vTxov914vR4/s320/P1010158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299931295982507906" /&gt;tion desk and got us a room for $49.95.&lt;br /&gt;You can only imagine our joy gratitude that God chose to bless us through Chef Bobby Bell, father of four, and six-year-old christian. So God Bless Bobby Bell and his family for generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our wonderful room with a balcony overlooking an indoor tropical paradise, we got on our knees and praised God. Ask and we shall receive. Give Him our trust he will not forsake us. For He delights in providing us with our needs. And I am sure that he delights even more when we are truly thankful to Him. It is now 12:53 AM and I am going to go to sleep. 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8743127739652558413</id><published>2009-02-03T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:07:59.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Rose at 23 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/2c0bac3115/post/42424/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/22278/2009/02/03/full_47054a9403da966d71a2ad23c99e1489.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net"&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8743127739652558413?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7020857025231764024</id><published>2009-01-21T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:17:18.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A child's sense of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;One thing I love about kids is their sense of time and the phrases they use to describe time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Joshua, "Wow that took me ten whole years" (actual time was 2 months)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Samuel, "When I was bigger..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Maria, very dramatically, "I'm dying, I haven't had water in 3 days!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Joshua, "When I was a hundred I was bigger than daddy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Maria, "a thousand years ago..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Joshua, "a hundred weeks ago..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Samuel, "When we went to that park tomorrow..." (meaning yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Maria, "remember when we went to that park a few miles ago..." (meaning a few days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Mom, "your turn is in two minutes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Samuel whining, "I can't wait, that's so long...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Mom, "it's in 3 days"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Maria, "How much is 3 days? Is it 1,2,3?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Maria," I'm starving, I haven't had any food in weeks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7020857025231764024?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7020857025231764024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7020857025231764024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7020857025231764024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7020857025231764024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/childs-sense-of-time.html' title='A child&apos;s sense of time'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1045467520838230679</id><published>2009-01-05T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:58:45.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Apple Spoof</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/videoplayer2/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355" flashvars="file=http://www.theonion.com/content/xml/92328/video&amp;autostart=false&amp;image=http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/NO_KEYBOARD_article.jpg&amp;bufferlength=3&amp;embedded=true&amp;title=Apple%20Introduces%20Revolutionary%20New%20Laptop%20With%20No%20Keyboard"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/apple_introduces_revolutionary?utm_source=embedded_video"&gt;Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1045467520838230679?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1045467520838230679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1045467520838230679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1045467520838230679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1045467520838230679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-apple-spoof.html' title='Funny Apple Spoof'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8171540010169931013</id><published>2009-01-04T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:54:11.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>
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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2113997774204498942</id><published>2008-12-25T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:14:10.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nations's Wealthy Cruelly Deprived of the True Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>I know this is meant to be humorous (it is from a satirical news website), but there is a little bit of truth buried in all this sarcasm. Let's see if  you can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/videoplayer2/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355" flashvars="file=http://www.theonion.com/content/xml/71057/video&amp;autostart=false&amp;image=http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/POOR_CHRISTMAS.jpg&amp;bufferlength=3&amp;embedded=true&amp;title=Report%3A%20Nation%E2%80%99s%20Wealthy%20Cruelly%20Deprived%20Of%20True%20Meaning%20Of%20Christmas"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/report_nation_s_wealthy_cruelly?utm_source=embedded_video"&gt;Report: Nation's Wealthy Cruelly Deprived Of True Meaning Of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2113997774204498942?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2113997774204498942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2113997774204498942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2113997774204498942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2113997774204498942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-enjoys-christmas-more.html' title='Nations&apos;s Wealthy Cruelly Deprived of the True Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7250678421462832391</id><published>2008-12-21T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:44:07.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Days Until Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Maria does not like wearing a coat, well none of our kids like clothes very much, but being forced to wear a coat is the ultimate tragedy. So I'll give you the inside scoop one of our kids Christmas presents: Mrs. Campbell made them hooded fleece capes (shhhh, don't spoil the surprise).  Up until today we have allowed the kids to carry their coats with them in case "the car breaks down" and they are stranded for a long period in the cold of winter. But today was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt; cold and the wind-chill brought the temp down towards -20F. Maria was sobbing on our way to church that she didn't want to wear a coat. After she calmed down I told her that one of her presents would allow her to stay warm without wearing a coat. She seemed intrigued, and this 4 year-old's Christmas anticipation was raised to a higher grade level. It was 12-noon when she started asking questions to Anna about how many times she had to sleep before Christmas would be here. After going through the pattern of "go to sleep, wake up, go to sleep again, wake up...."  she said in her sleepiest voice, "Mom, I am tired, I want to go to sleep."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7250678421462832391?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7250678421462832391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7250678421462832391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7250678421462832391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7250678421462832391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/hw-many-days-until-christmas.html' title='How Many Days Until Christmas?'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1228329687921214824</id><published>2008-12-19T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:22:56.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>We were introducing the nutcracker story to the kids and I asked them if they knew what a nutcracker is.&lt;br /&gt;Maria quickly and confidently replied: a chipmunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-1228329687921214824?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1228329687921214824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=1228329687921214824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1228329687921214824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/1228329687921214824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='Nutcracker'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-5396795531929682981</id><published>2008-12-18T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:43:04.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>Samuel has been reprimanded frequently of late for being silly at inappropriate times and during these events has picked up a new phrase...&lt;div&gt;As I was tickling him, in desperation he cried out, "Mom, you need to stop all this nonsense!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-5396795531929682981?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5396795531929682981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=5396795531929682981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5396795531929682981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/5396795531929682981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-3934852907281298770</id><published>2008-12-12T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:14:29.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Exchange
</title><content type='html'>Papa " I'm going to give a talk to cloistered nuns today. That means they stay in a building and I have to talk them through a screen."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Papa "Well, they pray all day."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua "that they can get out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I guess the cloistered life isn't very appealing to Joshua who's top two fears are being locked in a room and getting trapped in an elevator.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-3934852907281298770?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3934852907281298770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=3934852907281298770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3934852907281298770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/3934852907281298770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-exchange.html' title='Funny Exchange&#xA;'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-1969641258905804774</id><published>2008-12-06T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:36:07.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPrBLFQVAI/AAAAAAAAADM/cWORZA6ocGE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274817993968210946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day before Thanksgiving we were very blessed to find out we have a beautiful baby girl! Jesse had claimed a girl from the beginning. Joshua was glad our family would be even. Maria talked all day about her baby sister who she can play "girl" stuff with.  She is also begging us to name her Rose, and although we don't have a name picked I'm not sure Rose Ray will make the cut. Samuel wanted a boy but seems okay with the fact that she is a girl. I'm just so thankful to have a healthy baby. &lt;div&gt;The kids were with us for the ultrasound and after a few moments of looking at the screen Joshua exclaimed with delight "I see the baby and she's moving!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8475811472675301180?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8475811472675301180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8475811472675301180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8475811472675301180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8475811472675301180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPrBLFQVAI/AAAAAAAAADM/cWORZA6ocGE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-263819418741657529</id><published>2008-11-25T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:57:07.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXnRuyJZkUw&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXnRuyJZkUw&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-263819418741657529?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/263819418741657529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=263819418741657529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/263819418741657529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/263819418741657529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2090835572496222384</id><published>2008-11-18T13:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:59:02.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another potty story
</title><content type='html'>Sammy had been calling to be wiped and when I arrived he said pleadingly "mom, you have to wipe me". I replied "Oh, I have too?" "Yes." "But what if I don't?" "Then you're a bad guy, bad guys don't wipe kids."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2090835572496222384?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2090835572496222384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2090835572496222384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2090835572496222384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2090835572496222384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-potty-story.html' title='Another potty story&#xA;'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-9183368299769449211</id><published>2008-11-16T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:23:12.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesky ants are so darn handy at cleaning up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3Mt2E1M6dU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3Mt2E1M6dU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-9183368299769449211?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9183368299769449211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=9183368299769449211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/9183368299769449211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/9183368299769449211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/pesky-ants-are-so-darn-handy-at.html' title='Pesky ants are so darn handy at cleaning up'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-8077602564471373578</id><published>2008-11-11T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:00:02.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SRo4iJzUG_I/AAAAAAAAANg/AnGu4yqBLGI/s1600-h/100_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SRo4iJzUG_I/AAAAAAAAANg/AnGu4yqBLGI/s320/100_2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267584873561070578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maria is just so cute. I was squeezing her and told her that I was going to keep her from growing because we want her to stay small. She told me she wanted keep growing. After a few seconds she asked if she would have any more birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No more birthdays."&lt;br /&gt;Maria: "But I have to have more birthdays, because I want to be pregnant. I want to have a baby in my tummy like mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to need to be careful, because at this point in my little girl's life her goal is to be pregnant ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-8077602564471373578?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8077602564471373578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=8077602564471373578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8077602564471373578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/8077602564471373578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SRo4iJzUG_I/AAAAAAAAANg/AnGu4yqBLGI/s72-c/100_2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4383887710080028606</id><published>2008-11-11T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:41:25.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Papa</title><content type='html'>I was reading a book about Jesus and the saints to the kids and Joshua got this bright look in his eye and told me "I know what I will do, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(now nearly shaking with excitment),&lt;/span&gt; I'll read a book all about Jesus.&lt;div&gt;With just a short pause for a thought he then said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (in his most excited voice), &lt;/span&gt;"then I'll write a book all about Jesus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess having a passionate and prolific writer for a a grandpa has rubbed off on this little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4383887710080028606?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4383887710080028606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4383887710080028606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4383887710080028606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4383887710080028606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-like-papa.html' title='Just like Papa'/><author><name>Anna Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736660300483730909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zwmw5wbx2s/STPqY9QwqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/e2cMfcPUiNI/S220/100_1201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-6052920457024393344</id><published>2008-11-11T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:32:46.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's home</title><content type='html'>Samuel locked the door to the bathroom yesterday before he sat down on the potty. When he was finished doing his dooty he called to us in normal fashion: "I'M DONE!" When I found the door locked I jokingly knocked and called to him, he called back: "NOBODY"S HOME."&lt;br /&gt;Well at this point I started looking for one of those pin-like keys that you stick in the indoor locks to open them up because I knew Sam was not going to hop off the toilet and unlock the door for me. It had become a game of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm smarter than daddy&lt;/span&gt;; which is funny because he probably would have sat there waiting to be wiped for hours and that's not too smart. I couldn't find a key so I pulled out a credit card and used that to pop the latch.  As I opened the door he had a surprised look as if I was spoiling all the fun. I guess even waiting on the potty is fun for a 3 year old if your dad if it is predicated in tricking your dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-6052920457024393344?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6052920457024393344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=6052920457024393344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6052920457024393344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/6052920457024393344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobodys-home.html' title='Nobody&apos;s home'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-2455699161061976653</id><published>2008-11-10T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:52:46.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You should see the other guy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at a baptism party Maria was playing with an adult, who will remain nameless, and got swung into a coffee table. Ouch! She is feeling just fine and has a great attitude about her big ol' shiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SRisrQdK68I/AAAAAAAAANA/Se7tGyT6H1M/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SRisrQdK68I/AAAAAAAAANA/Se7tGyT6H1M/s400/-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267149623361465282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-2455699161061976653?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2455699161061976653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=2455699161061976653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2455699161061976653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/2455699161061976653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-should-see-other-guy.html' title='You should see the other guy'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zeyD5Bnl4FM/SRisrQdK68I/AAAAAAAAANA/Se7tGyT6H1M/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-723644209599520213</id><published>2008-11-10T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:55:30.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's Pick for Chief of Staff Tops Recipients of Wall Street Money</title><content type='html'>If you weren't scared enough already...let's take a look at what Jeff Schibler on AmericasRight revealed about the soon to be White House chief of staff. &lt;blockquote&gt;We learned on Friday from ABC News that Rahm Emanuel sat on the board of directors of the now infamous Freddie Mac during the beginnings of the scandal, and was complicit in the board's failure to recognize "red flags" in accounting and lending practices, and that he accepted more than $50,000 in contributions from the organization. Now, we're learning that Emanuel was, just this year, the top House recipient of contributions from hedge funds, private equity firms and the larger securities/investment industry, and that he has received more money from individuals and political action committees in the securities and investment business than from any other industry since being elected to Congress in 2002 after a previous job as an investment banker. Barack Hussein Obama tapping this gentleman to assist him in fixing the American economy is kind of like asking Rosie O'Donnell to manage a Weight Watchers franchise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FROM: OpenSecrets and AmericasRight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-723644209599520213?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/723644209599520213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=723644209599520213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/723644209599520213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/723644209599520213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/obamas-pick-for-chief-of-staff-tops.html' title='Obama&apos;s Pick for Chief of Staff Tops Recipients of Wall Street Money'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-4368575173851299559</id><published>2008-11-08T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:27:37.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun sales up</title><content type='html'>Allegedly gun sales are up in this country. According to &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.cmsn.com/id/21134540/vp/27606114#27436226"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; on msnbc.com it is because the economy is souring and people are planning on needing to defend themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. Do you think this is the main reason, or is it more likely that intelligent people worry that B. Hussein Obama may try to take away our right to buy/bear arms?? If I were to buy another gun to cling to it would have much more to do the president elect's liberal policies than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Obama was being misleading when he denied that his handwriting had been on a document endorsing a state ban on the sale and possession of handguns in Illinois. Obama responded, "No, my writing wasn't on that particular questionnaire. As I said, I have never favored an all-out ban on handguns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Obama's writing was on the 1996 document, which was filed when Obama was running for the Illinois state Senate. A Chicago nonprofit, Independent Voters of Illinois, had this question, and Obama took hard line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you support state legislation to:&lt;br /&gt;a. ban the manufacture, sale and possession of handguns? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;b. ban assault weapons? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;c. mandatory waiting periods and background checks? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's campaign said, "Sen. Obama didn't fill out these state Senate questionnaires--a staffer did--and there are several answers that didn't reflect his views then or now. He may have jotted some notes on the front page of the questionnaire, but some answers didn't reflect his views."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ontheissues.org/domestic/Barack_Obama_Gun_Control.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-4368575173851299559?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4368575173851299559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=4368575173851299559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4368575173851299559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/4368575173851299559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/gun-sales-up.html' title='Gun sales up'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7508778079753880084</id><published>2008-11-06T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:08:56.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little political humor to cheer you up</title><content type='html'>This is a surveillance video from the yard of a North Carolina electrical engineer who, sick and tired of having his McCain/Palin yard signs stolen and replaced with Obama/Biden signs, decided to hook the metal frame into his invisible dog fence. While it's sad that the person caught in the act was only a nine-year-old boy, he invariably learned a lesson he wasn't going to learn elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZRbrC1f6z8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZRbrC1f6z8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; (discovered on &lt;a href="http://www.americasright.com"&gt;www.americasright.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud at this mostly because it reminded me of my old friend Frank Galdoni who died of cancer a few years ago: after many diplomatic attempts failed, he put an electrified screen over a bush in his yard that his neighbors dog always did his business on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7508778079753880084?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7508778079753880084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7508778079753880084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7508778079753880084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7508778079753880084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-little-political-humor-to-cheer-you.html' title='A little political humor to cheer you up'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7396396802202924229</id><published>2008-11-05T08:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:13:43.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America: "We want Barabas"</title><content type='html'>We were given a choice for a man who sacrificed so much of himself for his country, a man who can not even lift up his arms because they were broken so many times by our enemies. But in our greed, and desire for the government to "help" contribute to our grocery budget, we have ignored our founders' morals and our christial roots.    Well our greatest fears have come true, our country has voted in a velvet-tounged pro-murdered who promised the largest abortion provider in the country that his first act as president would be to make it easier to kill babies in the womb (and even out of the womb if they are born alive during an abortion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a monumental choice and we chose poorly, now we shall suffer the consequenses that we deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This may be the last post you see from me as we swing towards socialism this blog will most certainly be shut off by the censors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed results from initiatives in states all over the country now further promote embryonic destruction, and abortion. On a good note, voters in California saw it in their hearts to protect some mothers and their unborn from cruel treatment, a proposal passed there to "outlaw the confinement of pregnant pigs, calves raised for veal and egg-laying hens in a manner that does not allow them to turn around freely."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7396396802202924229?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7396396802202924229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7396396802202924229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7396396802202924229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7396396802202924229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/america-we-want-barabas.html' title='America: &quot;We want Barabas&quot;'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944287.post-7266395767124637076</id><published>2008-11-04T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:46:45.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly boys</title><content type='html'>Joshua asked a question about the origin of the name duct tape: "Why do we call it 'duck tape'? Is it because it feels like a duck is biting you when you peel it off your skin?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel emerged from the pantry after being inside for a few minutes in suspicious silence, his face was covered in what appeared to be chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Before revealing what we saw on his face we asked what he had eaten.&lt;br /&gt;We got a few sheepish "I don't know"s before we finally told him to point to what he ate.&lt;br /&gt;He pointed at the powdered ovaltine. &lt;br /&gt;Anna: "Did you eat the chocolate ovaltine Sam?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "No it's coffee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23944287-7266395767124637076?l=rayclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7266395767124637076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23944287&amp;postID=7266395767124637076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7266395767124637076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23944287/posts/default/7266395767124637076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/silly-boys.html' title='silly boys'/><author><name>Jesse Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04521561066405696814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2479/1600/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
