<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 07:06:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Official Particulars</title><description></description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-2212607962215102315</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T20:54:03.059-05:00</atom:updated><title>Can you find me?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Szlg01RwKhI/AAAAAAAACcQ/U0yuxGR958o/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420470087288105490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Szlg01RwKhI/AAAAAAAACcQ/U0yuxGR958o/s400/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little blast from the past...soccer in Hawaii.  Doesn't get better than that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-2212607962215102315?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-find-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Szlg01RwKhI/AAAAAAAACcQ/U0yuxGR958o/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-2171004224426337886</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T17:48:26.036-05:00</atom:updated><title>Between Turkeys</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At any age holiday's can be stressful and exhausting. But when you're five and your parents drag you around the countryside to eat multiple turkey dinners...you need a little rest in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SxKDzPgDXZI/AAAAAAAACcI/cu2WCU9BoDI/s1600/IMG_8598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409531018782924178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SxKDzPgDXZI/AAAAAAAACcI/cu2WCU9BoDI/s400/IMG_8598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She couldn't wait to get to Great-grandma's house and take off those tights, only to be disappointed that her knees where still dirty underneath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(P.S. Can anyone tell me if I need the apostrophe in the title?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-2171004224426337886?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/11/between-turkeys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SxKDzPgDXZI/AAAAAAAACcI/cu2WCU9BoDI/s72-c/IMG_8598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-3011374508571578187</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T21:04:42.393-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Woes of Catwoman...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sws2gvS6XDI/AAAAAAAACb4/h_n1fWDYFWQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407475713667914802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sws2gvS6XDI/AAAAAAAACb4/h_n1fWDYFWQ/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was Catwoman for Halloween this year.  I went from no idea, to maybe a repeat clown getup, to shimmying my way into a black, shiny, plastic-like, one piece with buckled boots and red lipstick.  I remember the conversation when the band idea of Batman Villains was confirmed, I remember the other girls telling me of their theme from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" but I can't put my finger on the actual conversation where in I agreed to such an outfit.  I think someone slipped something in my drink one night...and seeing as we don't get out much I'll give you one guess on who it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the suit was ordered, boots were bought, makeup studied and wine was drunk before leaving the house.  I dared myself to do it in the end, how much more out of character could I get, would I ever be in this position again?  Why the hell not!  Aside from my own physical insecurities and my husband complaining that I would get hit on while he was playing...remember it was &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;idea, I had one other problem.  One long unreachable zipper right up the middle of my back; my only escape route.  In the course of the evening I had to invite several strangers, including Raggedy Andy, to unzip me so I could go to the bathroom.  (I did have the forethought to wear a tank top underneath.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fill of the evenings attractions by about 1 am and said my goodbyes.  When I arrived home all I wanted was a shower.  I walked into our bedroom, removed my boots and then it hit me...I was still zipped!  Josh was still playing his third set and wouldn't be home for hours yet.  How in the world was I going to get out of this damn outfit?  It took me twenty minutes, a coat hanger and a few massive wedgies before I was finally free.  If only there had been a video camera to tape the battle between me and the suit, especially Bailey sitting there with his head cocked to one side wondering what I was doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-3011374508571578187?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/11/woes-of-catwoman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sws2gvS6XDI/AAAAAAAACb4/h_n1fWDYFWQ/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-4868493973650988283</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T18:04:10.757-05:00</atom:updated><title>Pooh Sticks</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SvyT8hKAAOI/AAAAAAAACbU/uD8IoRW33NM/s1600-h/IMG_8457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403356320839500002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SvyT8hKAAOI/AAAAAAAACbU/uD8IoRW33NM/s400/IMG_8457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday afternoons can be so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I think Bailey wanted to jump...but he's really a big chicken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-4868493973650988283?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/11/pooh-sticks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SvyT8hKAAOI/AAAAAAAACbU/uD8IoRW33NM/s72-c/IMG_8457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-3039839148267386351</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T10:56:15.317-05:00</atom:updated><title>Kids Halloween 09</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Su8AXrC5ejI/AAAAAAAACbE/F_LDkkumzXA/s1600-h/IMG_8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399534884932385330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Su8AXrC5ejI/AAAAAAAACbE/F_LDkkumzXA/s400/IMG_8350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Halloween does to a kid...absolute maddness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Su8AXyOaWvI/AAAAAAAACbM/gSrZnEGa3bQ/s1600-h/IMG_8372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399534886859725554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Su8AXyOaWvI/AAAAAAAACbM/gSrZnEGa3bQ/s400/IMG_8372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little police-woman had a great time arresting Angus (of AC/DC guitar hero fame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-3039839148267386351?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/11/kids-halloween-09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Su8AXrC5ejI/AAAAAAAACbE/F_LDkkumzXA/s72-c/IMG_8350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-5251713577382879110</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T08:58:52.023-04:00</atom:updated><title>Good Morning!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/StR5bSmilcI/AAAAAAAACa8/7IOSTcTiE3Q/s1600-h/IMG_8314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392068163626243522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/StR5bSmilcI/AAAAAAAACa8/7IOSTcTiE3Q/s400/IMG_8314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-5251713577382879110?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/StR5bSmilcI/AAAAAAAACa8/7IOSTcTiE3Q/s72-c/IMG_8314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-5121659648183216191</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T08:50:02.881-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bye, Uncle Tim!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/StR2E-Oyf7I/AAAAAAAACa0/5kBdhR7lGRI/s1600-h/IMG_8288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392064481665908658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/StR2E-Oyf7I/AAAAAAAACa0/5kBdhR7lGRI/s400/IMG_8288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we met Tim in Lake Placid for a farewell lunch.  He is now off on a 6 month adventure with his buddy Shawn.  I hope they have a great time.  The plan is to tour breweries across the country and end up in Portland for the winter.  Good luck guys and please be safe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-5121659648183216191?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye-uncle-tim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/StR2E-Oyf7I/AAAAAAAACa0/5kBdhR7lGRI/s72-c/IMG_8288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-4673653814658652671</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T22:17:44.582-04:00</atom:updated><title>Carpet Stains</title><description>I am now in possession of more child-free hours than I have had in eight years, six months and 13 days, and I'm a bit lost. That's not to say that I am sitting alone in quiet introspection desperately trying to find something to do, that I am not. I have found that when both of your kids are in school for the full day, your closet of demons explodes right in the middle of your living room, leaving you disoriented, confused and not sure how to remove demon from a wool carpet. I have tons to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer months have left our house in camouflage mode, that is to say if you walked in for a visit you would find it perfectly presentable, a little bedraggled but nothing you wouldn't expect from a house with two kids and a dog. Stay for a few days and you might notice that things aren't what they seem. Sure there aren't any bits of sand sticking to the bottom of your bare feet as you pad around the house but in the shower you wonder how they got so black. As you step outside into the bright morning sunshine to greet the day you might notice how it didn't seem so intense in the dining room. And you must be cautious while exploring the corners of any room for you might be taken down by a great, floating, sticky, creepy phenomenon known as the cobweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that in spite of the floors, windows and cobwebs I have taken a little time in these first few weeks of school to enjoy life a bit...I even went back to bed after the kids got on the bus last Tuesday! I do feel the joy ride coming to a close. If I am going to spend the next eight months sequestered from the cold and snow in these four walls, they might as well be clean. And who knows, maybe while toiling in the midst of cluttered kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cabinets&lt;/span&gt; and demon stained carpet I might figure out what I want to be when I grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-4673653814658652671?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/09/carpet-stains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-5847917204436926622</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T11:09:30.755-04:00</atom:updated><title>Football 09</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SrD-_tqSdoI/AAAAAAAACZ0/4ssgiABvy20/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382081925249922690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SrD-_tqSdoI/AAAAAAAACZ0/4ssgiABvy20/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just LOVE this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-5847917204436926622?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SrD-_tqSdoI/AAAAAAAACZ0/4ssgiABvy20/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-8775241094216066013</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T09:57:09.326-04:00</atom:updated><title>First day of school!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No time to reflect on the absence of my kids for 7 hours every weekday now, I just might get teary.  Gotta go walk with Mom and Grandma and not think of how independent they are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sp54ScowCfI/AAAAAAAACZs/3Es-K3U3QnI/s1600-h/IMG_8128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376867263447042546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sp54ScowCfI/AAAAAAAACZs/3Es-K3U3QnI/s400/IMG_8128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sp54R2c665I/AAAAAAAACZk/fSipGUT1sjw/s1600-h/IMG_8133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376867253196876690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sp54R2c665I/AAAAAAAACZk/fSipGUT1sjw/s400/IMG_8133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (They still need me, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-8775241094216066013?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sp54ScowCfI/AAAAAAAACZs/3Es-K3U3QnI/s72-c/IMG_8128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-8273455721032001199</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T21:37:26.371-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I have been sitting at the computer with this same blank screen for over an hour now. I had hopes of capturing the last month, pulling it down and weeding my way though the memories and pictures and then somehow producing this amazing synopsis of life with the Clement's. This however is not in the cards. My lovely children have decided against sleep tonight and will not give me a moments peace to think. I have been up and down the stairs exactly 14 times in the last 40 minutes, not much of a window for creative thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM. Lennon hasn't made a demand in a few minutes (maybe she's sleeping) and Colton has just finished his book. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of waiting we finally went to Maine! We were there for 7 days and enjoyed every one of them. Our first day was a little turbulent and led to the purchase of a new tent, screen tent and air mattress at Wal-Mart (not the ideal place to spend your first day in Maine). Once camp was set up we settled in for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Jwy_TWpI/AAAAAAAACY8/SG5JWZwAP2M/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593983146121874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Jwy_TWpI/AAAAAAAACY8/SG5JWZwAP2M/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we met up with Kate and Adam. We talked, ate, talked, walked down the long breakwater, talked, found a great little beach and talked. So much fun and it left me wishing we lived closer to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9IFLJtJCI/AAAAAAAACYc/P5N4gAow5bw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372592134206333986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9IFLJtJCI/AAAAAAAACYc/P5N4gAow5bw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could go on and break down each and every day after that but I think a few pictures will do the trick. We didn't want to come home and will go back soon! Vacations are wonderful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9JxAkL2FI/AAAAAAAACZE/MmU0Y8dIilg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593986790479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9JxAkL2FI/AAAAAAAACZE/MmU0Y8dIilg/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Jvb7bkxI/AAAAAAAACY0/S18YI5pHmY0/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593959775998738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Jvb7bkxI/AAAAAAAACY0/S18YI5pHmY0/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Lennon took this picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Ju7FsjjI/AAAAAAAACYs/MrnFyFzHtd4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593950960684594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Ju7FsjjI/AAAAAAAACYs/MrnFyFzHtd4/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Juv-ZfPI/AAAAAAAACYk/pGdDB9Qg6to/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593947977284850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Juv-ZfPI/AAAAAAAACYk/pGdDB9Qg6to/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Kf52CzlI/AAAAAAAACZc/feR_xU9Gdhg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372594792440188498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Kf52CzlI/AAAAAAAACZc/feR_xU9Gdhg/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9KfA-vAbI/AAAAAAAACZU/0Aq3Hb6X7eg/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372594777175818674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9KfA-vAbI/AAAAAAAACZU/0Aq3Hb6X7eg/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Ke24EzHI/AAAAAAAACZM/8wDwMtsK16U/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372594774463532146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Ke24EzHI/AAAAAAAACZM/8wDwMtsK16U/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-8273455721032001199?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-sitting-at-computer-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/So9Jwy_TWpI/AAAAAAAACY8/SG5JWZwAP2M/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-75128584386734833</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T21:27:18.610-04:00</atom:updated><title>Site 36, Lower Saranac Lake</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a beautiful little camping trip on Lower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saranac&lt;/span&gt; Lake two weeks ago and the proof is still to be seen by the enormous tent hanging patiently in the back yard waiting to dry out. I will spare the details of how incredibly wet this summer has been and I will not complain about the lack of sunshine or warmth. Instead I will post a few pictures, make a few comments and continue to procrastinate my packing list for our upcoming adventure in Maine. (We leave in 5 days...plenty of time, right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMUORXeVI/AAAAAAAACTg/xnw-fSsQ7WM/s1600-h/IMG_7503.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone had fun being barefoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMTuv8wLI/AAAAAAAACTY/KcSafxzZtcQ/s1600-h/Dirty+feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830364467478706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMTuv8wLI/AAAAAAAACTY/KcSafxzZtcQ/s320/Dirty+feet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fishing was the all-time favorite past time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(With that view who can blame them!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMTBy46VI/AAAAAAAACTQ/8UcrVf98Ecs/s1600-h/IMG_7476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830352400214354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMTBy46VI/AAAAAAAACTQ/8UcrVf98Ecs/s320/IMG_7476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMSbVdfUI/AAAAAAAACTA/3ZAIzKKpXG4/s1600-h/IMG_7462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830342076235074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMSbVdfUI/AAAAAAAACTA/3ZAIzKKpXG4/s320/IMG_7462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big catch...sure was tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMSsYnc6I/AAAAAAAACTI/IX00iz7ne_w/s1600-h/IMG_7467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830346652873634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMSsYnc6I/AAAAAAAACTI/IX00iz7ne_w/s320/IMG_7467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-75128584386734833?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-enjoyed-beautiful-little-camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SmkMTuv8wLI/AAAAAAAACTY/KcSafxzZtcQ/s72-c/Dirty+feet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-2538882925781784739</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-23T21:04:59.571-04:00</atom:updated><title>"Polar Bear" club in May</title><description>Anyone who has ever visited the Adirondacks in the summer and stood at the edge of one of our lakes can attest to their beauty. If ever a visitor got a little notion of enjoying a swim in one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt; lakes, they might be in for a surprise. When a body of water is frozen for what seems like more months than not, the water might be a little chilly. I'm not sure exactly when the ice left Lake Clear this year, but it hasn't been long enough for me. Yes, Thursday was hot, 86 degrees hot to be exact, but the wind was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; and I had no desire to submerge myself. My family had other ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/ShiaKqx6vVI/AAAAAAAAB4I/hYFJZzoGSic/s1600-h/IMG_7139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339186866320751954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/ShiaKqx6vVI/AAAAAAAAB4I/hYFJZzoGSic/s400/IMG_7139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It only took them a few minutes of tip-toeing around to get out to a decent depth. After a few bounces of self assurance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was the first to go under. It had to take his breath away and with the wind blowing full force he quickly opted to remain in the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Shia_LisSJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/RQzQAczVPOQ/s1600-h/IMG_7144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339187768468457618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Shia_LisSJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/RQzQAczVPOQ/s400/IMG_7144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh followed suit and poor Lennon trying to return safely to shore fell to her own demise. Being more wet than she intended, she opted for her favorite beach activity...rolling her wet body in the sand.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Shib8-byeZI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/SvCc7_kLqJg/s1600-h/IMG_7153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339188830101731730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Shib8-byeZI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/SvCc7_kLqJg/s400/IMG_7153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being the only "wise" member of the group, I dutifully took pictures and held up warm towels around little wet bodies. It was a good start to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; season 2009. Let's see who's brave enough to endure the waters of Maine this summer!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-2538882925781784739?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/05/joining-polar-bear-club-in-may.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/ShiaKqx6vVI/AAAAAAAAB4I/hYFJZzoGSic/s72-c/IMG_7139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-4056406442060707140</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T20:55:16.732-04:00</atom:updated><title>Keeping up</title><description>It is a quiet Monday night.  The kids are sleeping and Josh is in Plattsburgh until tomorrow afternoon.  Bailey must have had a rough day because he has commandeered the couch and is snoring.  The hum of the computer and the occasional whirl from the sump-pump is all I can hear.  My ears just might go numb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effort to keep my blog current and somewhat entertaining I will share some of the creations that have taken over my refrigerator since the purchase of "Magnetic Poetry" over the long winter.  (Josh and I are rarely allowed to post anything...or if we do it is swiftly demolished by idol hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--mother diamond&lt;br /&gt;--always worship music or chocolate&lt;br /&gt;--d for d&lt;br /&gt;--summer goddess needed&lt;br /&gt;--hot have ugly&lt;br /&gt;--the flood of whisper&lt;br /&gt;--diamonds drunk&lt;br /&gt;--all leg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-4056406442060707140?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/05/keeping-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-3246519540382789052</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T15:02:37.230-04:00</atom:updated><title>Belated Easter AM Pictures</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6MO8HVjI/AAAAAAAAByQ/hOg_5suu7xk/s1600-h/IMG_6979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327963078510728754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6MO8HVjI/AAAAAAAAByQ/hOg_5suu7xk/s400/IMG_6979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6L-FzHJI/AAAAAAAAByI/f3Fo3uQZPk0/s1600-h/IMG_6983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327963073987943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6L-FzHJI/AAAAAAAAByI/f3Fo3uQZPk0/s400/IMG_6983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6LSm07mI/AAAAAAAAByA/qc74RCosyFg/s1600-h/IMG_6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327963062315314786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6LSm07mI/AAAAAAAAByA/qc74RCosyFg/s400/IMG_6980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bunny splurged this year.  Living in the North Country kind of limits bike giving for Christmas or birthdays.  We have even had some decent weather, between snowflakes, to ride them!  I will post some more pictures from our first riding adventure (8 am at Bloomingdale school on Easter morning) and our kite flying with Mammee and Chris on Picassa.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-3246519540382789052?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/04/belated-easter-am-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SfC6MO8HVjI/AAAAAAAAByQ/hOg_5suu7xk/s72-c/IMG_6979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-8991252818396439682</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T21:11:23.672-04:00</atom:updated><title>Spring hiking</title><description>This past Saturday was one of those spring days in the Adirondacks where if you aren't outside you should be shot, at least in my humble opinion.  The sun was out in all her glory, bringing freshness to the stale leftovers of winter.  Our adventure of choice this fine day was Mt. Joe.  A mountain of short stature but great pride with the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt; views of the surrounding high peaks.  Once at the top you just don't know which way to look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SdFn6qImQ7I/AAAAAAAABxg/dzzOwkfoNhQ/s1600-h/IMG_6935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319146892341691314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SdFn6qImQ7I/AAAAAAAABxg/dzzOwkfoNhQ/s400/IMG_6935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SdFn6fwIcVI/AAAAAAAABxY/0yAoELkh-Jw/s1600-h/IMG_6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319146889554719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SdFn6fwIcVI/AAAAAAAABxY/0yAoELkh-Jw/s400/IMG_6940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids did a great job, even on the &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; icy spots. Lennon made it up and down by her own power and with only minor scrapes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, being the practiced mountaineer that he is did an awesome job, and is proudly sporting the most magnificent bruise on his derriere.  (I am happy to be on spring break for fear he might be compelled to show the whole school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-8991252818396439682?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-hiking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SdFn6qImQ7I/AAAAAAAABxg/dzzOwkfoNhQ/s72-c/IMG_6935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-803568307134674336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T18:43:16.273-04:00</atom:updated><title>Yellow belt</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, pictures speak louder than words.  I am so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbsWcjwEFI/AAAAAAAABw4/1SbjOp7lXjI/s1600-h/IMG_6825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311692680897499218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbsWcjwEFI/AAAAAAAABw4/1SbjOp7lXjI/s400/IMG_6825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbsLQYbYcI/AAAAAAAABww/w6TSUvs8Shc/s1600-h/IMG_6829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311692488650219970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbsLQYbYcI/AAAAAAAABww/w6TSUvs8Shc/s400/IMG_6829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbrxlmfvuI/AAAAAAAABwo/g7yiCnBZuFQ/s1600-h/IMG_6831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311692047669772002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbrxlmfvuI/AAAAAAAABwo/g7yiCnBZuFQ/s400/IMG_6831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sbbrje-h4ZI/AAAAAAAABwg/wkQty9CkaBw/s1600-h/IMG_6833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311691805373358482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/Sbbrje-h4ZI/AAAAAAAABwg/wkQty9CkaBw/s400/IMG_6833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-803568307134674336?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/03/yellow-belt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SbbsWcjwEFI/AAAAAAAABw4/1SbjOp7lXjI/s72-c/IMG_6825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-367540352082026601</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T09:17:28.942-05:00</atom:updated><title>Saranac Inn</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You will find some of the nicest people in the North Country in the little community of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saranac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Inn (my Mom and Chris being first on the list of course). Just down the road from them, on a quaint little pond live "Father" Bob and "Sister" Kit. I put their titles in quotations because they are retired from the church, but for some reason those titles stay with you forever. Every year they deck their house out to the max for Christmas...and I mean the MAX. They should be featured on one of those TV shows about over-the-top Christmas decorators. (My Aunt Donna would call them "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christiclazians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" as well because I have noticed that a lot of the decorations are up all year...I love that term!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway...getting back to our adventure...they live on a little pond and Kit keeps a little ice rink cleared all winter. In her basement she has collected an enviable assortment of ice skates, just for those visitors who might be in need of a little fresh air and adventure. (I am a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to report we do not have ice skates, so this came in handy.) On Sunday, Mom called and asked if we wanted to come and skate. Josh had a bunch of homework to do and I needed to get the kids out of the house, this was perfect. The sun was shining, the air was clean and crisp, and the only people there to witness our follies were family, you can't ask for more! The kids did great and had a wonderful time, although the highlight for them might have been plowing the pond with Chris on the four-wheeler.  (click on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Picasa&lt;/span&gt; link to the right for more pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtqB6dOxDI/AAAAAAAABv8/oMWSPfloOnE/s1600-h/IMG_6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303949567263163442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtqB6dOxDI/AAAAAAAABv8/oMWSPfloOnE/s320/IMG_6743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hold on tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpeJ1FamI/AAAAAAAABv0/LAbLM5Na1xU/s1600-h/IMG_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948952914455138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpeJ1FamI/AAAAAAAABv0/LAbLM5Na1xU/s320/IMG_6737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow I caught her just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpde5OsCI/AAAAAAAABvc/hZ4wJMT_2zs/s1600-h/IMG_6746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948941389115426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpde5OsCI/AAAAAAAABvc/hZ4wJMT_2zs/s320/IMG_6746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lennon, Libby and Great-Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpcysr6xI/AAAAAAAABvU/dy89EkZ5hkY/s1600-h/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948929525345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpcysr6xI/AAAAAAAABvU/dy89EkZ5hkY/s320/IMG_6742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would try push-up on the ice, thank you toe-picks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpd7uqKcI/AAAAAAAABvs/hiIF_I1LRUE/s1600-h/IMG_6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948949129406914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpd7uqKcI/AAAAAAAABvs/hiIF_I1LRUE/s320/IMG_6751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpdYhRd8I/AAAAAAAABvk/QCUeS4Owstw/s1600-h/IMG_6760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948939678021570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtpdYhRd8I/AAAAAAAABvk/QCUeS4Owstw/s320/IMG_6760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wouldn't let that face drive! Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-367540352082026601?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/02/saranac-inn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZtqB6dOxDI/AAAAAAAABv8/oMWSPfloOnE/s72-c/IMG_6743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-5057146364367216877</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-11T20:55:20.339-05:00</atom:updated><title>Carnival 09'</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday evening after work, karate and pizza at Mr. Mikes we made our annual excursion to the Ice Palace. This year due to some bitter temperatures ice blocks were plentiful.  We have a large palace with tunnel and maze on the back, a Pirate Ship complete with masts (one of which they caught on fire at the lighting ceremony...fireworks!), down near the lake they built a little tower with a wooden door and lounge chairs outside, and at the park by the town hall we have a ice pyriamid. We had a great time, Lennon met a friend from school and disappeared for a minute but other than that it was fun.  We might have stayed longer but we were all a bit tired and someone (I won't mention who) forgot the bag with snowpants, hats, gloves, etc and we got cold quick.   The plan was to go into town and get some daytime shots this week, I love the color of the ice in the sunshine, however due to the 45 degree weather and rain all afternoon I'm not sure it will look so good (or that we'll be allowed near it).  Here are a few of my favorites from that night!  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9hJnFilI/AAAAAAAABfM/ThlK4YKwPh0/s1600-h/IMG_6502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301719194814220882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9hJnFilI/AAAAAAAABfM/ThlK4YKwPh0/s400/IMG_6502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9g6AJH-I/AAAAAAAABfE/M69fXXqnvWY/s1600-h/IMG_6497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301719190624346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9g6AJH-I/AAAAAAAABfE/M69fXXqnvWY/s400/IMG_6497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9grBrnhI/AAAAAAAABe8/nMECV6FV1ec/s1600-h/IMG_6495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301719186604269074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9grBrnhI/AAAAAAAABe8/nMECV6FV1ec/s400/IMG_6495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knows it might still be pretty...stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-5057146364367216877?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnival-09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SZN9hJnFilI/AAAAAAAABfM/ThlK4YKwPh0/s72-c/IMG_6502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-3611888637865442652</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T20:36:19.342-05:00</atom:updated><title>"I just can't wait!"</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what happens when you have spent all day waiting for people to come over for the Super Bowl...and it just so happens to be your "Birthday Weekend"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748945438069778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SYjwF4bP1BI/AAAAAAAABe0/Yevj_PA7d7o/s400/IMG_6328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; another picture for the photo album, "Lennon Sleeps"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-3611888637865442652?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-cant-wait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SYjwF4bP1BI/AAAAAAAABe0/Yevj_PA7d7o/s72-c/IMG_6328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-4185111394608659563</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-27T17:21:45.575-05:00</atom:updated><title>Getting close...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SX-EMYypXvI/AAAAAAAABes/z6E8UaBgZWU/s1600-h/IMG_6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097035159166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SX-EMYypXvI/AAAAAAAABes/z6E8UaBgZWU/s400/IMG_6284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What better way to pass the time during the long Adirondack winter than a really, really, really hard puzzle. My Grandma and I have been spending hours bent over, noses in the rubble, sorting and sifting, begging for the right pieces to float into place. Sometimes you can hear every tiny sound her house makes, and if you listened hard enough you might even hear the snow piling up on my car. Other times, (most of the time) we're chatting, drinking tea, cheering our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplishments&lt;/span&gt;, and keeping her little dog Libby occupied (i.e. throwing her toy over and over and over again). As you can see we're getting close, but not there yet. It will be hard to put away...but we have to have room for the next one, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-4185111394608659563?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-close.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SX-EMYypXvI/AAAAAAAABes/z6E8UaBgZWU/s72-c/IMG_6284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-234372330549537385</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-18T09:06:28.649-05:00</atom:updated><title>Overnight guests</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SXM3DXjzzTI/AAAAAAAABeA/-WyvddriB4s/s1600-h/IMG_6282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292634518093810994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SXM3DXjzzTI/AAAAAAAABeA/-WyvddriB4s/s400/IMG_6282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit here in the middle of chaos. Not just the normal Clement chaos, but the Clement chaos mixed with the Lewis chaos. Kyle (8) and Adam (2) spent the night with us last night so their Mom and Dad could have a nice evening. Four kids is not as bad as you might think except when the youngest isn't yours and you have no idea what he might get into. Adam is a sweet boy and actually very well behaved, but I get a little nervous leaving him in the living room or letting him play with the big kids upstairs. I'm constantly running around to make sure he's okay, only to find him sitting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; toy box playing with a truck or lounging on the couch with his blanket and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-234372330549537385?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/01/overnight-guests.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SXM3DXjzzTI/AAAAAAAABeA/-WyvddriB4s/s72-c/IMG_6282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-4281165717553746892</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T15:43:32.731-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nap time</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SWkINVumdBI/AAAAAAAABdg/evOENYFrVPs/s1600-h/IMG_6265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289768262587282450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SWkINVumdBI/AAAAAAAABdg/evOENYFrVPs/s400/IMG_6265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a tough life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-4281165717553746892?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2009/01/nap-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SWkINVumdBI/AAAAAAAABdg/evOENYFrVPs/s72-c/IMG_6265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-1434053755619164653</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T22:26:40.009-05:00</atom:updated><title>Making new friends...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's me and Josh in the middle! Do you maybe recognize the faces on the left and right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SUW9uUTSlkI/AAAAAAAABdA/EjnGrQKeRnY/s1600-h/Cheech+%26+Chong+(edit).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834741583025730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SUW9uUTSlkI/AAAAAAAABdA/EjnGrQKeRnY/s400/Cheech+%26+Chong+(edit).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, lets start at the beginning. Last summer while having a glorious dinner, by ourselves, in Ocean City, MD, Josh handed me an envelope with an itinerary for a future trip in December. He had booked a room in Atlantic City, NJ at a very posh casino, &lt;a href="http://www.theborgata.com/"&gt;The Borgata&lt;/a&gt;.  We would enjoy massages at the spa and dinner at the restaurant of my choice and then go to a show, all of this happening in one building! (The two men above being the stars of said show, any ideas?) We were at the end of one of the most amazing meals, looking out over the bay as the sun set and here he is setting up the next adventure...I love him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home I look over the website, we book hot stone massages at the spa and dinner for two at &lt;a href="http://borgatacms.com/Main.cfm?Category_1=4000&amp;amp;Category_2=4100&amp;amp;Category_3=4160"&gt;Bobby Flay's Steak House&lt;/a&gt;. I have been giddy with excitement for months about this trip. To make what could be a very long story short, the massages were amazing...I only wish we could have had more time to take advantage of the spa itself...dinner was everything I hoped it could be, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went into the Music Box, found our seats and got ready for the show. We chit-chatted for a bit when Josh says, "I still know something about this trip you don't." Just a simple as that. I looked at him, "What in the world are you talking about?" He then pulled out of his back pocket two after-show back stage passes! All of a sudden I was nervous, excited, stunned, confused and happy all at once. The show that followed was great, they we're really funny, in ways I didn't expect (not personally being familiar with their comedy albums). More importantly they were amazingly hospitable back stage, even recording a quick intro for Josh's new band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home today after a long 7 and 1/2 hour drive, happy to have had a great time and an outstanding family to pull together to allow us to go. Now I ask the big question. Are you still floundering around in your memories (or google), or do you know who my "mystery men" are? If you click on all of the links you might get a little help. I don't have a prize but I'd love to see who figures it out first! (Thanks for the competition idea Kate...even though I had no hope at your's.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-1434053755619164653?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-new-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/SUW9uUTSlkI/AAAAAAAABdA/EjnGrQKeRnY/s72-c/Cheech+%26+Chong+(edit).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399027954854133301.post-1506477651979895031</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T19:32:02.295-05:00</atom:updated><title>One stripe at a time</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/ST23LodnHRI/AAAAAAAABcg/lQ-rRx8G9-A/s1600-h/Colton+1+(11-23-08).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277575748816149778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/ST23LodnHRI/AAAAAAAABcg/lQ-rRx8G9-A/s400/Colton+1+(11-23-08).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer is way behind us(almost hard to remember) and the days of frigid temperatures are upon us, forcing us to find some indoor activities.  After months of waiting for the end of soccer and football, Colton's greatest wish came true.  He is now a student of &lt;a href="http://lakeplacidkarate.cmasdirect.com/site/view/63992_Home.pml;jsessionid=1jwvzlvclwgqp"&gt;Lake Placid Martial Arts Academy&lt;/a&gt;, studying Okinawan Shorin Ryu Karate.  That sounds amazingly serious, and in some respects it is.  The kids class is for 5-12 year olds and is very life skills oriented.  Each night seems to carry a theme such as, looking a person in the eye when they are talking to you or helping out around the house without being asked.  Two weeks ago Colton was surprised to be presented with the first stripe on his belt.  It was an inspiring moment, watching him shake his Sensei's hand and bow with bursting pride.  After class the senior students all shook his hand and congratulated him.  He looked ten-feet tall as he walked over to me and Lennon, and was at a loss of words to explain what had happened.  It was all he talked about for days.  I think he really likes it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399027954854133301-1506477651979895031?l=clementfamilysl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://clementfamilysl.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-stripe-at-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Family Clement)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6b4Pr2mug/ST23LodnHRI/AAAAAAAABcg/lQ-rRx8G9-A/s72-c/Colton+1+(11-23-08).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>