<?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-2456091501093239115</id><updated>2011-12-31T15:36:08.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strunc Family Scenes</title><subtitle type='html'>Documenting our daily lives of somewhat controlled chaos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-8967056623140038185</id><published>2011-12-31T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:26:55.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KB6FkQodObM/Tv96m9vgzHI/AAAAAAAAEbk/zzIW9cTwHTc/s1600/2001d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KB6FkQodObM/Tv96m9vgzHI/AAAAAAAAEbk/zzIW9cTwHTc/s320/2001d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who can forget the Texas Freeze of 2011.&amp;nbsp; School was out for an entire week and the Super Bowl was a Flop.&amp;nbsp; But we stayed warm in our cozy apartment in Waxahachie Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDH70PYAysM/Tv96_U6NB_I/AAAAAAAAEbs/TX_Dsjb6JZE/s1600/2011e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDH70PYAysM/Tv96_U6NB_I/AAAAAAAAEbs/TX_Dsjb6JZE/s320/2011e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Patties Day in NOLA with Uncle Dan and family.&amp;nbsp; This was out last visit before they moved to Kodiak Alaska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4oQ86S_ld8/Tv97FKNAVsI/AAAAAAAAEb0/f1_AGCDr558/s1600/2011b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4oQ86S_ld8/Tv97FKNAVsI/AAAAAAAAEb0/f1_AGCDr558/s320/2011b.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Longhorn soccer filled up our spring and fall.&amp;nbsp; The Longhorns know how to celebrate the end of the season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bqxA7FVj1nE/Tv97V1iZTJI/AAAAAAAAEcE/DfRVXi4cRkM/s1600/20011c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bqxA7FVj1nE/Tv97V1iZTJI/AAAAAAAAEcE/DfRVXi4cRkM/s320/20011c.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We moved in March.&amp;nbsp; Gracie cooked out first meal in our new house, which is really our original house Mommy brought her babies home from the hospital to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKgMtwBOak0/Tv97ZWhY20I/AAAAAAAAEcM/jnsuZlEXNlU/s1600/2011a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKgMtwBOak0/Tv97ZWhY20I/AAAAAAAAEcM/jnsuZlEXNlU/s320/2011a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and Nick at Grasshopper Ranch.&amp;nbsp; Uncle Dan and the family came to visit us on there way to Alaska.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fccxWaohCU/Tv97eqqPtaI/AAAAAAAAEcU/aZ74IH6qMsA/s1600/2011h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fccxWaohCU/Tv97eqqPtaI/AAAAAAAAEcU/aZ74IH6qMsA/s320/2011h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy, Nick and Gracie took a train to CA from Tx.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; What a way to spend the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9GD7RcCLjE/Tv97tPgPaBI/AAAAAAAAEck/dr-gd4QMG7g/s1600/2011g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9GD7RcCLjE/Tv97tPgPaBI/AAAAAAAAEck/dr-gd4QMG7g/s320/2011g.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the train ride, we met Mimi and Papa and stayed at Pismo Beach.&amp;nbsp; Fun times in California!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/2456091501093239115-8967056623140038185?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/8967056623140038185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=8967056623140038185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/8967056623140038185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/8967056623140038185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-memories.html' title='2011 Memories'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KB6FkQodObM/Tv96m9vgzHI/AAAAAAAAEbk/zzIW9cTwHTc/s72-c/2001d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-5709735053971494536</id><published>2009-06-27T19:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:19:13.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old Horse Knows His Way Home- Chris Ledoux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCfCdLJ3I/AAAAAAAADrs/ts9z0QAM7iw/s1600-h/Matthew+and+Shy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352179045667383154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCfCdLJ3I/AAAAAAAADrs/ts9z0QAM7iw/s320/Matthew+and+Shy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; RIP Shy Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCeyBaieI/AAAAAAAADrk/acvfVGnU-bE/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352179041255983586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCeyBaieI/AAAAAAAADrk/acvfVGnU-bE/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding back from town tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need the trail moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This old horse knows his way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCehsYMeI/AAAAAAAADrc/bA0f6BihgKA/s1600-h/old+Shy+12-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352179036872782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCehsYMeI/AAAAAAAADrc/bA0f6BihgKA/s320/old+Shy+12-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't have to touch the reins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's right on track just like a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This old horse knows his way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCeUU6XVI/AAAAAAAADrU/DY5mfaMaUtA/s1600-h/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352179033284697426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCeUU6XVI/AAAAAAAADrU/DY5mfaMaUtA/s320/338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He waits faithfully to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;From poker games and painted ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This old horse knows his way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCeKvV9eI/AAAAAAAADrM/Fpkg38uymvk/s1600-h/Cowboy+Nick+1-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352179030711203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCeKvV9eI/AAAAAAAADrM/Fpkg38uymvk/s320/Cowboy+Nick+1-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And when my heart or pay is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I climb up and just hold on&lt;br /&gt;This old horse knows his way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352180979040302962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbEPk1Mt3I/AAAAAAAADr0/gO_CXh9v_4M/s320/IMG_4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cowboy blues fade to black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In an old bunkhouse rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And so I whistle back in the saddle again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Riding back from town tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't need the trail moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This old horse knows his way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chris Ledoux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-5709735053971494536?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/5709735053971494536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=5709735053971494536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/5709735053971494536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/5709735053971494536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-old-horse-knows-his-way-home-chris.html' title='This Old Horse Knows His Way Home- Chris Ledoux'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SkbCfCdLJ3I/AAAAAAAADrs/ts9z0QAM7iw/s72-c/Matthew+and+Shy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-5403720717533562320</id><published>2009-06-03T07:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:56:18.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwpkw6ulI/AAAAAAAADbY/SqO0xPuey-Y/s1600-h/IMG_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081867467471442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwpkw6ulI/AAAAAAAADbY/SqO0xPuey-Y/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwpQSO0QI/AAAAAAAADbQ/_MbGtsZOLQQ/s1600-h/IMG_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081861970055426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwpQSO0QI/AAAAAAAADbQ/_MbGtsZOLQQ/s400/IMG_4059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwo-Z8n7I/AAAAAAAADbI/aGReDKXHlZo/s1600-h/IMG_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081857170579378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwo-Z8n7I/AAAAAAAADbI/aGReDKXHlZo/s400/IMG_3988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwopLbBRI/AAAAAAAADbA/EQm6wHF8g1k/s1600-h/IMG_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343081851472512274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwopLbBRI/AAAAAAAADbA/EQm6wHF8g1k/s400/IMG_3968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect time for the Jones' to come visit!  The weather was great and so was the food!  Shrimp and lemon kobobs, and ceasar chicken kobobs, potatoes and bacon kobos, and huge steaks where grilled up by the men for all to enjoy.  We swam, rode horses, harvested the garden during the day.  We sipped margaritas and munched on chips and salsa under the stars of the big Texas sky.  Great memories were made and we can't wait until the next visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-5403720717533562320?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/5403720717533562320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=5403720717533562320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/5403720717533562320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/5403720717533562320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is here!'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SiZwpkw6ulI/AAAAAAAADbY/SqO0xPuey-Y/s72-c/IMG_3877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-2635392611905452676</id><published>2009-03-23T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:42:56.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi and Papa's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmQLRQsI/AAAAAAAADQc/dyUYdfJ9Y7I/s1600-h/zoo+2-09+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531903125340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmQLRQsI/AAAAAAAADQc/dyUYdfJ9Y7I/s320/zoo+2-09+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/Scgdmam32iI/AAAAAAAADQU/YK4T2RpyU18/s1600-h/zoo+2-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531905925470754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/Scgdmam32iI/AAAAAAAADQU/YK4T2RpyU18/s320/zoo+2-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mimi and Papa went to the Dallas zoo with Marci, Nick and Gracie.  We had a picnic and saw all the wild animals.  What a beautiful day at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/Scgdmb6HLSI/AAAAAAAADQM/hXwB1NpDaUs/s1600-h/vday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531906274602274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/Scgdmb6HLSI/AAAAAAAADQM/hXwB1NpDaUs/s320/vday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmO_pZhI/AAAAAAAADQE/4jP0AViurHk/s1600-h/Valentines+dinner+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531902808155666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmO_pZhI/AAAAAAAADQE/4jP0AViurHk/s320/Valentines+dinner+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmHn0KKI/AAAAAAAADP8/MZ5KmvT9SDU/s1600-h/Valentines+Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531900829149346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmHn0KKI/AAAAAAAADP8/MZ5KmvT9SDU/s320/Valentines+Dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Valentines Day, we had a pasta dinner with a cool heart shaped cake mommy made.  It was so much fun spending time with Mimi and Papa.  We can't wait until their next visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-2635392611905452676?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2635392611905452676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=2635392611905452676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2635392611905452676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2635392611905452676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/03/mimi-and-papas-visit.html' title='Mimi and Papa&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/ScgdmQLRQsI/AAAAAAAADQc/dyUYdfJ9Y7I/s72-c/zoo+2-09+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-6663474533994672941</id><published>2009-01-30T14:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:22:32.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January Ice Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SYNf-l0aOCI/AAAAAAAADJY/gW494acMECc/s1600-h/icestorm+1-28c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297183115626297378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SYNf-l0aOCI/AAAAAAAADJY/gW494acMECc/s400/icestorm+1-28c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SYNf-SMeK6I/AAAAAAAADJQ/rSwEDJ6AdfE/s1600-h/icestorm+1-28d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297183110358510498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SYNf-SMeK6I/AAAAAAAADJQ/rSwEDJ6AdfE/s400/icestorm+1-28d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Well, we had some cold weather come our way during the last week of January.  It did not hit us until about 10pm, but we woke up with ice everywhere.  It had rained right before the freeze so our horse pastures where a solid sheet of ice.  Nick, of course had to run out in his PJs to check it all out.   It did not take long befor he slipped and that was enough for him.  Next time we get some winter weather, we are hoping for snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-6663474533994672941?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/6663474533994672941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=6663474533994672941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/6663474533994672941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/6663474533994672941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-ice-storms.html' title='January Ice Storms'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SYNf-l0aOCI/AAAAAAAADJY/gW494acMECc/s72-c/icestorm+1-28c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-1213890433208014659</id><published>2009-01-26T16:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:55:15.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kenny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SX48s3l8OEI/AAAAAAAADHQ/KOoQ-aY1_Ss/s1600-h/Kens+bday+dinner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295736953369278530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SX48s3l8OEI/AAAAAAAADHQ/KOoQ-aY1_Ss/s400/Kens+bday+dinner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Holli and Hayden came down from McKinney to have dinner with us and celebrate Kenny's birthday. Nick, Gracie and Hayden had so much fun playing together and watching movies while the adults enjoyed lattes on the cold January day. Of course Kenny got a german chocolate birthday cake that he shared with eveyone. All in all, it was a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-1213890433208014659?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/1213890433208014659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=1213890433208014659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/1213890433208014659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/1213890433208014659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-kenny.html' title='Happy Birthday Kenny!'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SX48s3l8OEI/AAAAAAAADHQ/KOoQ-aY1_Ss/s72-c/Kens+bday+dinner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-7794550100152599431</id><published>2009-01-22T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:31:34.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 75 Degree Day in January!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgwllL3I/AAAAAAAADEU/X1XgsQmIAmA/s1600-h/1-22-09C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294201827097915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgwllL3I/AAAAAAAADEU/X1XgsQmIAmA/s400/1-22-09C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgmxnChI/AAAAAAAADEM/_tePBo_9lhk/s1600-h/1-22-09D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294201824464013842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgmxnChI/AAAAAAAADEM/_tePBo_9lhk/s400/1-22-09D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgJ5qBAI/AAAAAAAADEE/gdQxL5Kz3eQ/s1600-h/1-22-09B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294201816713135106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgJ5qBAI/AAAAAAAADEE/gdQxL5Kz3eQ/s400/1-22-09B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What a great day to 4X4 around the pasture.  Gracie K. and Nick had a blast driving around and enjoying the sun.  It was even warm enough to give Scooter a bath.  It is nice to get all clean so that you can get all dirty again in the horse pasture.  Poor dog gets walked by being dragged behind a 4x4 driven by a 4 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-7794550100152599431?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/7794550100152599431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=7794550100152599431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/7794550100152599431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/7794550100152599431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-75-degree-day-in-january.html' title='Another 75 Degree Day in January!'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXjIgwllL3I/AAAAAAAADEU/X1XgsQmIAmA/s72-c/1-22-09C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-6240381172489743218</id><published>2009-01-21T16:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:33:07.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Cowboy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXfvVabaSxI/AAAAAAAADC8/pyFB5Coo5WE/s1600-h/Cowboy+Nick+1-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293963038147889938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXfvVabaSxI/AAAAAAAADC8/pyFB5Coo5WE/s400/Cowboy+Nick+1-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXeq3Spfm7I/AAAAAAAADCU/i1PxYO3payc/s1600-h/Byron+%26+Shy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293887753872710578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXeq3Spfm7I/AAAAAAAADCU/i1PxYO3payc/s400/Byron+%26+Shy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nick, Byron and Shy enjoying a beautiful day in January. 70 degrees in January is not something you take lightly. So we got outside and enjoyed the perfect day. Life does not get much better for a couple 4 year old cowboys.&lt;/span&gt; Shy as always patiently took the boys for rides in the round pen like the dependable babysitter he is. When it comes to Shy, "Pretty is as pretty does".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293966925102318498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXfy3qdkA6I/AAAAAAAADDk/WBcuwSpaX1M/s400/niceday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Other round pen events included "Digging for Gold" (until the mommies found out what they where using for gold "nuggets", YIKES!)  and, the "Let's run as fast as we can towards the cow pasture while mom is distracted with the boys" game.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293966920161905362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXfy3YDrStI/AAAAAAAADDc/v_QksMOYMpc/s400/niceday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Gracie and Mara watched from the sidelines.  They need to get a little bigger before they can get on Shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-6240381172489743218?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/6240381172489743218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=6240381172489743218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/6240381172489743218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/6240381172489743218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazt-cowboy-days.html' title='Lazy Cowboy Days'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SXfvVabaSxI/AAAAAAAADC8/pyFB5Coo5WE/s72-c/Cowboy+Nick+1-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-7671526736186908137</id><published>2008-12-21T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:11:55.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasting Marshmellows in the front yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SU7pi4KVE6I/AAAAAAAAC8U/TqNAKn-Wpik/s1600-h/marshmellow+roasting+12-21-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282416198352704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SU7pi4KVE6I/AAAAAAAAC8U/TqNAKn-Wpik/s400/marshmellow+roasting+12-21-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was another cold December evening in Ennis, TX. Nick and mommy had spent the day baking Christmas cookies and Mimi's homemade fudge. Once we were done, daddy and Nick made a warm bondfire. So we all bundled up in our hats, mittens and scarves and roasted our left over marshmellows. Of course Nick and Gracie K. took advantage of the warm fire to play outside and run around the yard. Four more days until Christmas. We can't wait!!&lt;/span&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/2456091501093239115-7671526736186908137?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/7671526736186908137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=7671526736186908137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/7671526736186908137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/7671526736186908137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/12/roasting-marshmellows-in-front-yard.html' title='Roasting Marshmellows in the front yard'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SU7pi4KVE6I/AAAAAAAAC8U/TqNAKn-Wpik/s72-c/marshmellow+roasting+12-21-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-2607730082202461875</id><published>2008-12-11T22:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:02:58.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this horse!  (Excuse my sloppy riding here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUH95izUPvI/AAAAAAAAC3s/upF2Btz7WoA/s1600-h/Sam+I+Am+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278779403291344626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUH95izUPvI/AAAAAAAAC3s/upF2Btz7WoA/s400/Sam+I+Am+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from the fact that I am not at all riding how my trainer wants me to yet, my horse is just awesome and is getting all this stuff much faster than I am! I am just going to take a moment to bragg on him here.  He was just a diamond in the rough when I got him.  These pictures were taken by my trainers daughter, Rebekka Scott. She has a great eye for pictures and took some great ones of Sam. Look at how big a beautiful he is! He has the cutest face. (You would never know he plans to kill me someday.)  I just love this horse and have never owned one this nice before. Well, aside from Hannah, but that is like comparing apples and oranges. Hannah just wants to prance around looking pretty, Sam wants to perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-2607730082202461875?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2607730082202461875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=2607730082202461875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2607730082202461875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2607730082202461875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-horse-excuse-my-sloppy.html' title='I love this horse!  (Excuse my sloppy riding here)'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUH95izUPvI/AAAAAAAAC3s/upF2Btz7WoA/s72-c/Sam+I+Am+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-635918278635392578</id><published>2008-12-11T20:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:14:32.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick makes he plea to Santa, Gracie K. still weary of the big guy in red!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUHTyXwMlDI/AAAAAAAAC04/mh1D35UPxkU/s1600-h/kjt+christmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278733100578018354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUHTyXwMlDI/AAAAAAAAC04/mh1D35UPxkU/s320/kjt+christmas+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nick and Gracie K. had a great time at the KJT Christmas party. Decked out in their Santa hats, Nick tried to explain who this big guy in red is and why you should get on his good side. Gracie did not buy it however, and refused to sit on his lap for even a second!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUHTyNVL_CI/AAAAAAAAC0w/uVmB4oNn2Cs/s1600-h/nick+and+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278733097780378658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUHTyNVL_CI/AAAAAAAAC0w/uVmB4oNn2Cs/s320/nick+and+santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nick on the other hand wasted no time. He quickly jumped up there in no time and got right to the point. A Batman computer is a must along with a Coast Guard helicopter. As you can see, he was very serious, since this is a very serious situation. He had a bad false alarm already this year. He was a little confused the morning after putting lights up and thought it was Christmas day and Santa had forgot to leave anything for him and Gracie! That was a major event and now we have an advent tree to help keep track of the days until the big day! But no fears everyone, Nick and Santa got it all worked out and Nick is pretty confident he will be rewarded for his good efforts throughout the year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-635918278635392578?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/635918278635392578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=635918278635392578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/635918278635392578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/635918278635392578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/12/nick-makes-he-plea-to-santa-gracie-k.html' title='Nick makes he plea to Santa, Gracie K. still weary of the big guy in red!'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SUHTyXwMlDI/AAAAAAAAC04/mh1D35UPxkU/s72-c/kjt+christmas+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-3694325884560231138</id><published>2008-12-02T14:21:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:09:13.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home in the Country!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWcGWIpXsI/AAAAAAAACy0/HML-Wf3Z_ZM/s1600-h/front+yard+driveway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294171369397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWcGWIpXsI/AAAAAAAACy0/HML-Wf3Z_ZM/s400/front+yard+driveway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWaroyGrhI/AAAAAAAACys/EmYJqoDycsc/s1600-h/backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275292613007027730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWaroyGrhI/AAAAAAAACys/EmYJqoDycsc/s400/backyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWZRpQqpcI/AAAAAAAACyk/drVBGObsySw/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275291066946987458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWZRpQqpcI/AAAAAAAACyk/drVBGObsySw/s400/Merry+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracie K. and Nick are happy to report that the Strunc family has got the heck out of Dodge and have settled out in the country. Nick loves the 2.5 acres or freedom away from any traffic and strangers. Gracie loves to give an endless supply of carrots to the horses who have learned to run to the fence when they see her. She parades around in her horse boots and says "wow! horsie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWcmB97REI/AAAAAAAACy8/D8Qlr7CHL8k/s1600-h/Sam+and+me+11-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294715711538242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWcmB97REI/AAAAAAAACy8/D8Qlr7CHL8k/s400/Sam+and+me+11-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWdcMDi3wI/AAAAAAAACzE/C_rINgDAwno/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295646132395778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWdcMDi3wI/AAAAAAAACzE/C_rINgDAwno/s320/Hannah%27s+1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275299351859555730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWgz49v7ZI/AAAAAAAACzY/OfbNnepu2kw/s320/view+from+patio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Marci is having a blast riding her horses. Mia, my trainer, has helped me so much with my riding and Sam transition from a race horse to a pleasure/dressage horse. I have some bad riding habits from my "cowgirl" days that are hard to break, but I am improving. Ken says Hannah is now his horse, but everyone knows Hannah and I were destined to grow old together. I know Ken is just enjoying her while I am busy with Sam. Nick is riding all by himself now. By next summer I bet Nick and Ken will be going out on trail rides together. His horse Shy is old and kind of ugly, but worth his weight in gold because I can trust him with children. "Pretty is as pretty does" when it comes to Shy and his place in our family. He has a home with us until his last days. &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/2456091501093239115-3694325884560231138?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/3694325884560231138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=3694325884560231138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/3694325884560231138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/3694325884560231138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-new-home-in-country.html' title='Our New Home in the Country!'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/STWcGWIpXsI/AAAAAAAACy0/HML-Wf3Z_ZM/s72-c/front+yard+driveway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-3750503580486411378</id><published>2008-10-22T14:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:04:32.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have always known he was a dare devil.....</title><content type='html'>Well here he is again at the Magnablend picnic, demonstrating just how little fear he actually has. Yep! He was the only 4 yr old to actually climb the rock and enjoy it. I love the fact that he has plenty of self confidence, but please! You are giving Mommy a heart attack! I guess I just have to accept that my little dare devil needs his adventures.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP-BZ596LaI/AAAAAAAACks/KEMx31dr7uM/s1600-h/Fall+08+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260065171849227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP-BZ596LaI/AAAAAAAACks/KEMx31dr7uM/s320/Fall+08+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2456091501093239115-3750503580486411378?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/3750503580486411378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=3750503580486411378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/3750503580486411378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/3750503580486411378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-have-always-know-he-was-dare-devil.html' title='We have always known he was a dare devil.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP-BZ596LaI/AAAAAAAACks/KEMx31dr7uM/s72-c/Fall+08+109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-2847155560208297884</id><published>2008-10-21T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:57:03.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the Strunc Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wyNGVFYI/AAAAAAAACkM/_j-Bq8Hij0o/s1600-h/cowboy+10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259835791371474306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wyNGVFYI/AAAAAAAACkM/_j-Bq8Hij0o/s320/cowboy+10-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Here is my cutiepie cowboy Nick!  He is just adorable in his real cowboy boots and real cowboy hat.  He just melts my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wyjhXg2I/AAAAAAAACkU/YWzFop-9TXg/s1600-h/Gracie+10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259835797390459746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wyjhXg2I/AAAAAAAACkU/YWzFop-9TXg/s320/Gracie+10-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here is my sweet angel Gracie K.  (AKA Mini MiMi) She is such a sweet heart but has Daddy and Big Brother wrapped around her finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wzU5jKUI/AAAAAAAACkc/jemlnmScM5s/s1600-h/Ken+%26+Gracie+Magnablend+picnic+9-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259835810645223746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wzU5jKUI/AAAAAAAACkc/jemlnmScM5s/s320/Ken+%26+Gracie+Magnablend+picnic+9-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ken and Gracie at the Magnablend company picnic.  We had so much fun!  Can't wait until next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wzWRGVWI/AAAAAAAACkk/TqOM2AMQM-M/s1600-h/Marci+%26+kids+9-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259835811012433250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wzWRGVWI/AAAAAAAACkk/TqOM2AMQM-M/s320/Marci+%26+kids+9-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; Marci and the kids.  They are getting so big!  Time just flys by.  They are both at cute stages right now.  Very entertaining to watch when they do not know I am watching them.&lt;/span&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/2456091501093239115-2847155560208297884?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2847155560208297884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=2847155560208297884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2847155560208297884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2847155560208297884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-of-strunc-family.html' title='Pictures of the Strunc Family'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6wyNGVFYI/AAAAAAAACkM/_j-Bq8Hij0o/s72-c/cowboy+10-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-2297445224272728294</id><published>2008-10-21T23:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:43:37.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ennis Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-MVIeVI/AAAAAAAACj0/a_xfXVNe85k/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+d+10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259829400253790546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-MVIeVI/AAAAAAAACj0/a_xfXVNe85k/s400/Fall+Festival+d+10-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken took the kiddos to the Ennis Fall Festival. Of course, the Strunc kids pretty much stuck to the farm animal section. Marci found a wagon on Craigeslist so Ken had a little help keeping the kids in check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at our Gracie K.! She finally got to go on her first pony ride. She has been waiting a very long time for this. Would you look at the awesome form, subtle hands and centered balance. I am telling you she is a natural!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-T33QnI/AAAAAAAACj8/1zpoP_GWLA4/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+c+10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259829402278511218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-T33QnI/AAAAAAAACj8/1zpoP_GWLA4/s400/Fall+Festival+c+10-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nick on the other hand was bored with the ponies. He rides Shy all by himself you know. So, he enjoyed grooming the goats and other petting animals. I see FFA in his future. Mommy and Daddy better get some land quick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-5bzCTI/AAAAAAAACkE/RwYppO13Jmw/s1600-h/Fall+festival+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259829412361341234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-5bzCTI/AAAAAAAACkE/RwYppO13Jmw/s400/Fall+festival+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are in their cute green wagon. They love it. Nick pulls Gracie K. around our little yard when they play outside. Best $20 I have spent in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-2297445224272728294?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2297445224272728294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=2297445224272728294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2297445224272728294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2297445224272728294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ennis-fall-festival.html' title='Ennis Fall Festival'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SP6q-MVIeVI/AAAAAAAACj0/a_xfXVNe85k/s72-c/Fall+Festival+d+10-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-1141711283533666046</id><published>2008-09-17T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:22:31.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SNE3NyFLUtI/AAAAAAAACiw/KaNjBQBsI1o/s1600-h/Hurricane+Ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247035750784651986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SNE3NyFLUtI/AAAAAAAACiw/KaNjBQBsI1o/s400/Hurricane+Ike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Ike was a tropical storm by the time he hit us.  We did not get a direct hit so it was not so bad.  Gracie and Nick watched from the window as sheets of rain came down for hours.    But no damage here.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Galveston was not so lucky.  It was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;.  I am glad we got to go see it in August before Ike swallowed up much of its historic sight on Galveston's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beach line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-1141711283533666046?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/1141711283533666046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=1141711283533666046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/1141711283533666046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/1141711283533666046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-survived-hurricane-ike.html' title='We survived Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SNE3NyFLUtI/AAAAAAAACiw/KaNjBQBsI1o/s72-c/Hurricane+Ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-8791274686180243603</id><published>2008-09-01T20:33:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:23:23.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our eventfull Labor Day weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, what a busy weekend it was for us. On Saturday, Nick had 3 birthday parties to go to. The first party was for his friend Ian. Ian was trurning 5! Ian had a great pirate party at the park. The boys had yummy hotdogs and Ian had an awesome pirate cake. There favorite part was playing on the huge tree covered playground with their starwars lifesavers. Nick told me after the party that "That Ian is a good man!" So, he must of had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyYdgQFBYI/AAAAAAAACNs/mg2FK1rQ8SQ/s1600-h/firetruck+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241231698993415554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyYdgQFBYI/AAAAAAAACNs/mg2FK1rQ8SQ/s200/firetruck+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next party that day was in the afternoon for his friend Kolton who was turning 4. Kolton had a firetruck birthday party at the Corsicana waterpark. Nick had a good time playing in the water and squirting water guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyY7EgIzEI/AAAAAAAACN0/uoM8JJ47Z_w/s1600-h/chik+fil+a+bbpart+4+thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241232206940654658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyY7EgIzEI/AAAAAAAACN0/uoM8JJ47Z_w/s200/chik+fil+a+bbpart+4+thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The final birthday party was at Chick fil a. This was Thomas's 4th birthday also. Wow, what a live bunch showed up! They had soooo much fun on the playground and enjoyed yummy cake and icecream! Nick met a bunch of new friends and so did mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyZM5JMtEI/AAAAAAAACN8/4GMOm10WTbQ/s1600-h/bbpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241232513129296962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyZM5JMtEI/AAAAAAAACN8/4GMOm10WTbQ/s200/bbpresent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day was Sunday and Daddy and the kids took Mommy out to A BIRTHDAY lunch and shopping to spend her birthday money! Mommy got some very pretty Brighton Jewlery, and a crystal browband for showing her horse Sam in. Mommy sure enjoyed blowing money on herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLygV4P_49I/AAAAAAAACOk/VqCaCoYdCq8/s1600-h/swimming+at+the+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241240364089598930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLygV4P_49I/AAAAAAAACOk/VqCaCoYdCq8/s200/swimming+at+the+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyZ8otugGI/AAAAAAAACOE/Feew_5m5_TE/s1600-h/Bardwell+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241233333352824930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyZ8otugGI/AAAAAAAACOE/Feew_5m5_TE/s200/Bardwell+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday, we went to the beach. It was a nice warm day and we headed to tge beach at Bardwell Lake. Gracie Kay is starting to really like the water. Nick, on the other hand was born to swim and loves to go to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyfAaGet0I/AAAAAAAACOc/yAckpcDZpnA/s1600-h/Gustav+is+coming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241238895707731778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyfAaGet0I/AAAAAAAACOc/yAckpcDZpnA/s200/Gustav+is+coming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the end of the day, the outer rings of Gustav were starting to make its way to Ennis. Gustav had hit New Orleans where Uncle Dan and Aunt Julie live with Cousins Maddy and Mathew early that morning. So far the levies have kept up and we have no reports of major property damage, so we are still keeping our fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-8791274686180243603?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/8791274686180243603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=8791274686180243603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/8791274686180243603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/8791274686180243603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-eventfull-labor-day-weekend.html' title='Our eventfull Labor Day weekend'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SLyYdgQFBYI/AAAAAAAACNs/mg2FK1rQ8SQ/s72-c/firetruck+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-2687338748877170521</id><published>2008-08-19T21:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:09:07.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Reksi 8-19-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKt9w_QLXMI/AAAAAAAACL8/zvpeqXMP3K8/s1600-h/Reksi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236417272314813634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKt9w_QLXMI/AAAAAAAACL8/zvpeqXMP3K8/s200/Reksi.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, like our lives where not crazy enough.... We got a dog! Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt; (Finnish for Rex) needed a new home when my Finnish dressage trainer, Mia, moved to a different stable. Since we where going to be moving into a new house with more land I told Mia that we would love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt;, since he is 2 and good with hyper boys! (Mia's son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mishial&lt;/span&gt;, was 5 when they got Reksi and is now 7, and also very active) Well, we are still in the small house with the postage stamp of a yard but hopefully not for long. A&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKw0Q40WVhI/AAAAAAAACME/QsItTNYwyWY/s1600-h/Nick+%26+Reksi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236617931459548690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKw0Q40WVhI/AAAAAAAACME/QsItTNYwyWY/s200/Nick+%26+Reksi.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t least he is old enough to be done with all those puppy issues and young enough for Nick to play with. He is very sweet, but right &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKw7ffPJEdI/AAAAAAAACMc/576acpdX9Fg/s1600-h/Nick+%26+Scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236625878872035794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKw7ffPJEdI/AAAAAAAACMc/576acpdX9Fg/s200/Nick+%26+Scooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now scared to death because his people just left him. Don't worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt;, we will be your new people and Nick is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; happy to have a big dog to protect him from those "bad guys" he has been talking about so much lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Next morning) Well, Daddy came home from work at around 3am in the morning and mommy was asleep on the couch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt; on the floor next to her. And did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt; prove that he was protective. He jumped up and growled a scary growl at Daddy while standing between Daddy and Mommy. Once Mommy said it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt; backed off and befriended Daddy. I think he is going to keep us all safe when we move out into the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nick and Mommy went for a walk with the two dogs this morning also, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt; could get a feel for his new neighborhood. Nick had Scooter and Mommy had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt;. We had a great time and enjoyed the sunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; after three days of rain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Reksi&lt;/span&gt; was a good boy and Scooter did not seem to mind the big guy coming on his walk. Now, they are a force to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reckoned&lt;/span&gt; with in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; dog wars! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;oor&lt;/span&gt; Scooter is not the king of the house anymore. Oh well, Nick still loves you too Scooter. On the plus side scooter... You have a big dog to help you guard the backyard from all those toads, cats and birds that just drive you crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-2687338748877170521?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2687338748877170521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=2687338748877170521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2687338748877170521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2687338748877170521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-reksi-8-19-08.html' title='Meet Reksi 8-19-08'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SKt9w_QLXMI/AAAAAAAACL8/zvpeqXMP3K8/s72-c/Reksi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-4417562966207546283</id><published>2008-08-08T17:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:53:34.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Galveston Beach Adventure 8-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJzIJ5av4QI/AAAAAAAACHM/wcy6xLjmKd8/s1600-h/Hot+tubbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232276939455062274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJzIJ5av4QI/AAAAAAAACHM/wcy6xLjmKd8/s200/Hot+tubbing.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marci and the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJzHzt5_oxI/AAAAAAAACHE/61zo1Kj5WN4/s1600-h/beach11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232276558407770898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJzHzt5_oxI/AAAAAAAACHE/61zo1Kj5WN4/s200/beach11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiddos packed up and headed south to Galveston to meet Uncle Dan, Aunt Julie, Maddie and Matthew. The seven of us sure had some fun in the sun for two days. We swam at the pool and at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;Nick had a great time body surfing while Maddie and Gracie Kay payed on the&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232276343590182066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJzHnNpfXLI/AAAAAAAACG8/BdDBHTLWF_o/s200/beach10.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt; beach. Matthew enjoyed the beach tour from Mommy and Daddy's hips. Maddy and Nick stayed up late talking about all kinds of things. Marci and Julie actually got to enjoy coffee in the lobby while Uncle Dan watched the kids in the hotel room four awhile. Thanks Uncle Dan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-4417562966207546283?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/4417562966207546283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=4417562966207546283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/4417562966207546283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/4417562966207546283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/08/galveston-beach-adventure-8-08.html' title='Galveston Beach Adventure 8-08'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJzIJ5av4QI/AAAAAAAACHM/wcy6xLjmKd8/s72-c/Hot+tubbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-6049146938513005682</id><published>2008-08-04T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:50:55.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Bardwell Lake, TX.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci5z_X5MI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/tRVEGnV5-W8/s1600-h/Nick+%26+Gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230687868818023618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci5z_X5MI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/tRVEGnV5-W8/s200/Nick+%26+Gracie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Strunc Family went on a camping adventure. They staked their claim to a shady campsite at Bardwell Lake and endured the 105 degree temperatures by including an air conditioner on their list of "must haves" while roughing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci5Uk5Z8I/AAAAAAAAB_I/IgS3XpyE57I/s1600-h/4+wheelin%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230687860385474498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci5Uk5Z8I/AAAAAAAAB_I/IgS3XpyE57I/s200/4+wheelin%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Gracie spent some some great times four wheeling on the plains of Texas. Nick reports sightings of Coyotes and Bears. At night he prepared for their unlikely visit by standing guard with his failfull BBgun. (Gun does not work, only shoots out daddy made bullets made of aluminum foil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci6ASSnGI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/r7FtuvwyPE4/s1600-h/Makin%27+a+splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230687872118594658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci6ASSnGI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/r7FtuvwyPE4/s200/Makin%27+a+splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To escape the heat, The strunc family made good use of the beach and even created a private shady water spot at their camp. Much fun was to be had splashing around under the big shade trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci6ZTaRPI/AAAAAAAAB_g/KMQyfvEOP8I/s1600-h/Marci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230687878834177266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci6ZTaRPI/AAAAAAAAB_g/KMQyfvEOP8I/s200/Marci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marci reports that a good time was had by all and promises to do it again. Maybe when the heat wave is over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-6049146938513005682?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/6049146938513005682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=6049146938513005682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/6049146938513005682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/6049146938513005682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/08/camping-at-bardwell-lake-tx.html' title='Camping at Bardwell Lake, TX.'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SJci5z_X5MI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/tRVEGnV5-W8/s72-c/Nick+%26+Gracie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-2985122702747196595</id><published>2008-07-28T18:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:50:55.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper turns 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5ZmBlZ7OI/AAAAAAAAB9k/tMXLWL8f2Ys/s1600-h/Cooper+is+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228214727218949346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5ZmBlZ7OI/AAAAAAAAB9k/tMXLWL8f2Ys/s320/Cooper+is+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Cooper!  You are just as cute as can be.  Gracie Kay loved your swim party!  We all thought it was cute when you shared your birthday cake with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-2985122702747196595?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2985122702747196595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=2985122702747196595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2985122702747196595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/2985122702747196595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/07/cooper-turns-2.html' title='Cooper turns 2'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5ZmBlZ7OI/AAAAAAAAB9k/tMXLWL8f2Ys/s72-c/Cooper+is+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-5981251623439871394</id><published>2008-07-28T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:50:56.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie at Mara's 2nd Bday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JlZNc2wI/AAAAAAAAB9M/AQ1ICXt0z3A/s1600-h/obstacle+corse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228197124195015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JlZNc2wI/AAAAAAAAB9M/AQ1ICXt0z3A/s320/obstacle+corse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JlvBeeuI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qUhi5s_yOC4/s1600-h/runnin+n+jumpin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228197130050370274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JlvBeeuI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qUhi5s_yOC4/s320/runnin+n+jumpin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JmCsy-mI/AAAAAAAAB9c/o4YZeYoDBLM/s1600-h/Grace+%26+Mara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228197135332342370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JmCsy-mI/AAAAAAAAB9c/o4YZeYoDBLM/s320/Grace+%26+Mara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JB70KeAI/AAAAAAAAB9E/zmmHZzur9_s/s1600-h/runnin+n+jumpin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228196515008903170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JB70KeAI/AAAAAAAAB9E/zmmHZzur9_s/s320/runnin+n+jumpin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie Kay was seen at the July birthday bash of Mara Seppler. The party was held at Extreme Jump in Red Oak Texas. Party goers were seen jumping and running out of controll. There were some unconfirmed reports of children actually sticking to the walls. Gracie Kay reported, with squeals of excitement, that she had a great time and enjoyed the company of all the other bouncy toddlers.&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/2456091501093239115-5981251623439871394?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/5981251623439871394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=5981251623439871394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/5981251623439871394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/5981251623439871394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/07/gracie-at-maras-2nd-bday-party.html' title='Gracie at Mara&apos;s 2nd Bday party'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5JlZNc2wI/AAAAAAAAB9M/AQ1ICXt0z3A/s72-c/obstacle+corse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-3281997387469050618</id><published>2008-07-28T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:50:56.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Calvery Dreams come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5BQKkml-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/hh0uM-qSaVw/s1600-h/Nick+riding+his+horse+,+Shy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228187963395315682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5BQKkml-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/hh0uM-qSaVw/s320/Nick+riding+his+horse+,+Shy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick sadly reflects on the news that the US calvary no longer rides the plains of Texas.  Nick and his faithful stead, Shy, had been practicing for their career in the US calvery only to be disappointed in the news that they are about 120 years to late.  Nick is obviously devistated by the turn of evens.  However, Shy admits he feels relief due to the fact thathe is no spring chicken.   (There have been some reports claiming our old Shy was actually alive when there was a US Calvary.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-3281997387469050618?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/3281997387469050618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=3281997387469050618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/3281997387469050618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/3281997387469050618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/07/nicks-calvery-dreams-come-to-end.html' title='Nick&apos;s Calvery Dreams come to an end'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI5BQKkml-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/hh0uM-qSaVw/s72-c/Nick+riding+his+horse+,+Shy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456091501093239115.post-9169171642262373510</id><published>2008-07-28T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:50:56.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer Nick produces first crop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI4w-fSZpYI/AAAAAAAAB8c/91b07Je07ew/s1600-h/Nick%27s+crop+6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI4w-fSZpYI/AAAAAAAAB8c/91b07Je07ew/s320/Nick%27s+crop+6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228170067532424578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Nick produces his first crop this year.  Planting season started in March when Nick and his Dad cleared out a the field on the side of the house (Previously known as the dog run).  Among the plants to be planted were tomatoes, peppers, strawberries.  Nick also started from seed with pumpkin, watermelon, squash, sunflowers and carrots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2456091501093239115-9169171642262373510?l=struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/feeds/9169171642262373510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2456091501093239115&amp;postID=9169171642262373510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/9169171642262373510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2456091501093239115/posts/default/9169171642262373510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struncfamilyscenes.blogspot.com/2008/07/farmer-nick-produces-first-crop.html' title='Farmer Nick produces first crop'/><author><name>Mrs. Strunc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/TGHVaxzmSEI/AAAAAAAADyM/QqZ9AORTJxU/S220/teacher+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veMHZZb2hsM/SI4w-fSZpYI/AAAAAAAAB8c/91b07Je07ew/s72-c/Nick%27s+crop+6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
