<?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-4225488195334906547</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:53:30.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MooreFuninArizona</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misty K. Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636988437410118769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225488195334906547.post-8967350151885367217</id><published>2008-12-13T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:11:50.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SURrNgNMyKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-o5RDGSYnc/s1600-h/PC131141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SURrNgNMyKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-o5RDGSYnc/s320/PC131141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462542912833698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SURrNStyMRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-9uZ-ix18PU/s1600-h/PC131142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SURrNStyMRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-9uZ-ix18PU/s320/PC131142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462539291406610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225488195334906547-8967350151885367217?l=moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/8967350151885367217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225488195334906547&amp;postID=8967350151885367217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/8967350151885367217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/8967350151885367217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/2008/12/arizona-sunset.html' title='Arizona sunset'/><author><name>Misty K. Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636988437410118769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SURrNgNMyKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-o5RDGSYnc/s72-c/PC131141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225488195334906547.post-2115156343701557807</id><published>2008-11-04T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:37:47.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!  More roaches!!!</title><content type='html'>***  Disclaimer  *** &lt;br /&gt;                         ***  The roaches came with the house. ***&lt;br /&gt;                                                ***  I swear!  ***&lt;br /&gt;                                        ***  It's not my fault!!!  ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I'm lying in bed happily thinking our roach "issues" have been resolved with the new toilet Tony installed last week and the copious spraying of Raid.  Obviously I was dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a bit.  Last week when Tony went to install the new toilet on the old side of the house he first had to kill one of those huge red roaches just to get to the toilet.  These monsters grow up to 3 inches long and can fly although we mostly just see the 1-2in models.  Now my husband is NOT a bug guy.  From the beginning (23yrs ago) I have been the designated bug killer.   So he goes to pull the old toilet and 3! more roaches come running up out of the hole in the floor.  The poor man nearly wet himself.  But he was a tropper, grabbed the Raid and dispatched the offending insects without a single high-pitched girlie scream.  Apparently they live in the septic tank and come up and out through the wax ring under the toilet which was half gone.  I think they ate it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to yesterday.  Sarah found a nearly dead roach back by Alex's new room (old side of the house, room still in process of being painted) while I was making lunch.  I asked Tony to go flush it because these particular roaches are only stunned by the Raid, not killed by it, so it was only a matter of time before it got up and went on its merry way.  Tony balked at my request, I got mad and flushed it myself.  So I'm muttering under my breath unkind things about my husband and his lack of bug handling prowess most of yesterday afternoon.  But God was  a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning.  6:20am.  I'm quite proud of the fact that I'm up and moving so early.  I am so wonderful and I can handle bugs.  What was that that God said about pride?  So I'm walking for the new side to the old side through the laundry hallway going into the kitchen in my jammies and bare feet and what should I spy.  A German cockroach walking across the wall!  I thought they were dead!  Ok, I can handle this - they're small - only 1 inch.  I grab a kleenex, smush it and am wondering what he was doing there.  Then I see why.  He was visiting his friend, the giant red cockroach from hell who was crouched on the floor not 4 feet from me.  I about wet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.  "Honey!  Love of my life!  Please!  Bring the Raid!"  because you can't turn your back on them or they disappear and I'm already holding a dead roach in a kleenex in one hand and did I mention I was in my bare feet!  So my husband kindly swoops in and saves the day by spraying the heck out of the roach which was already partially stunned from the Raid we sprayed last week(otherwise it would have made a run for me), and then he courageously scoops the mostly dead roach up with a large dustpan and deposits it in the toilet and flushes it and its companion I put in the toilet back to the septic tank where I'm sure he will revive quickly now that he has a chance to rinse the offending poison off himself.  Oh, he'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very anti-climatic when not 10 minutes later while gathering the trash from the kitchen I killed one of the German's babies.  He was a teeny tiny fellow crawling around on the garbage basket that I had sprayed with Raid 2 weeks ago that's supposed to keep killing for 3 months.  Yea, right.  So the next generation of little roaches is set to go, the big red roaches are still finding their way in and I'm a much humbler wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is my husband is a great guy and you all can send your donations to Misty's Roach Eradication Fund, The Money-Pit, Tucson, AZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225488195334906547-2115156343701557807?l=moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/2115156343701557807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225488195334906547&amp;postID=2115156343701557807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/2115156343701557807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/2115156343701557807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-more-roaches.html' title='OMG!!!  More roaches!!!'/><author><name>Misty K. Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636988437410118769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225488195334906547.post-3756337053430109646</id><published>2008-11-01T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:36:06.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband has my number</title><content type='html'>After what seemed like a long week this week with company and painting the boys' rooms and all, I was ready to crash and burn.  Normally eating out in a not fast food restaurant really perks me up, especially Mexican food.  In Boise we would head over to Chapala's #2 or #5 and I would get the Chimichanga ala Chapala and a Margarita - blended with salt on the rim and purely for medicinal purposes mind you.  Tony and I would sit and talk and by the time we got home I was refreshed and very relaxed.  Well there is no Chapala's in Tucson but there are lots of health code violations reported on the evening news, most involving a wide variety of species of cockroaches.  Oh, and have I mentioned money is slightly tight.  So knowing how much I needed to get out Tony suggested going to Costco which is conveniently located within 5 miles of the house and has the cheapest gas in town and since there was no gas left in my van this week after Tony ran Grandpa all over town buying tools to fix stuff around the money-pit, er... I mean our house, it seemed like a reasonable suggestion even if it wasn't a regulation restaurant.  Now Tony is not overfond of shopping at Costco especially on a Friday afternoon, but he kindly suggested I eat all the free samples I wanted and that we could wander up and down all the aisles I wanted.  Then he even agreed to buying some frozen food items for dinner.  The five of us spent a good hour there moseying around, eating samples and buying a few items for dinner.  In all we spent half of what a restaurant would have cost and have food for 3 meals, I felt all relaxed and happy upon leaving (even without wine samples) and Tony pumped my gas for me.  What a guy!  I would have never believed that I could have as good a time at Costco as I would have at Chapala's.  Apparently after 23 years (17 of them married) Tony has got me figured out.  And he acts like he isn't really paying attention.  That's OK, I'm on to him now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225488195334906547-3756337053430109646?l=moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/3756337053430109646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225488195334906547&amp;postID=3756337053430109646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/3756337053430109646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/3756337053430109646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-husband-has-my-number.html' title='My husband has my number'/><author><name>Misty K. Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636988437410118769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225488195334906547.post-6498566781553097742</id><published>2008-10-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:55:43.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting this off too long and thought I'd get it taken care of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to our tight financial situation, Tony and I decided that it was best if I didn't go to the Women's Retreat next weekend in Boise.  I'm feeling sad about not seeing you all, but relieved too because I need to stay home and continue the process of settling in to our new digs.  We are still planning on bringing the boys to Awana camp in McCall next July.  Tony has assured me that that will &lt;span class="variant"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; happen.  In the meantime I've been feeling guilty about not updating my blog but I know that you all don't care about perfection.  So here it is!  I'll jump right in where I am and we can fill in the blanks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to enjoy the house.  The "old" side is 50% livable.  We have a very lovely new carpet, new paint library where we do some school, a dining/eating area where we eat and do the rest of school, a living room that is home to some of Sarah's kitchen toys and the old icky refrigerator, and the kitchen.  I have mixed feelings about the kitchen.  Thank you Kathy for the idea of putting clear vinyl from Walmart over the majority of the needs-to-be-steam-cleaned 4" tile countertop.  We have a large breakfast bar that looks into the dining area and it is my favorite thing of all time.  There's something about the layout and the breakfast bar that just invites you to create in the kitchen.  I've made Italian bread twice and yesterday the boys and I made Lamingtons which are Australian yellow angel food cake squares dipped in chocolate icing and shredded coconut.  Yummy!  The boys are studying Eastern Hemisphere in school and just finished Australia.  I've always wanted to tie cooking with homeschool and this was the first time we actually did!  The boys really balked the first time in Boise when I suggested we make a traditional Incan meal.  (We have guinea pigs.  LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to Scottsdale for a big family birthday bash.  Tony's grandpa, Tony and Alex all have birthdays this month that haven't been celebrated properly.   Grandpa has a nephew flying in from Cleveland.  There should be 15-20 of us there.  My job is to make Kathy Blank's delicious Italian Creme Cake for the party.  I had to buy new cake pans because mine are hopelessly buried in a box in our "rec" room formerly known as the school room.  It never was a school room - more like a storage facility.  Anyways, I hope the family finds my cake as wonderful as we have all found Kathy's cake to be over the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Brian (Tony's cousin and Papa Murphy business partner) and Ryan's birthdays earlier this month with a pool party at our place.  Here are the birthday boys with their Chocolate Chip Cookie M&amp;amp;M cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjw6FU06GI/AAAAAAAAABs/8yYb6z1zvhs/s1600-h/P9130843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjw6FU06GI/AAAAAAAAABs/8yYb6z1zvhs/s320/P9130843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217445607663714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the candles.  After packing and transporting them carefully to AZ in the middle of August, the tote they were in got left outside the side door for two days in the direct afternoon sun.  Now they are a great conversation piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather impressed with my celebratory spirit.  In fact let me share some shocking news with you...  This year we celebrated my husband's birthday!  For those of you who don't know, it's been a twisted family joke about how I never remember, let alone celebrate Tony's birthday.  But this year, on his actual birth day I invited over his uncle and aunt, cooked dinner, baked homemade bread, provided green mint choc chip ice cream (Tony's request instead of cake) and the kids and I bought not one, not two, but 5 presents!  To say Tony was surprised and pleased would be an understatement.  I was pretty happy about the day too.  (This was not an official party as there were less than 12 people in attendance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's present to Dad - new jeans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxRQP_XzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vHAIELdDqn0/s1600-h/PA110950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxRQP_XzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vHAIELdDqn0/s320/PA110950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217843677159218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's present to Dad - Wii rechargable batteries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxRrFBoGI/AAAAAAAAACE/3Odo1aJB4AE/s1600-h/PA110951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxRrFBoGI/AAAAAAAAACE/3Odo1aJB4AE/s320/PA110951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217850878926946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present to Tony:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxSFjWQlI/AAAAAAAAACM/8YugVpqOBrE/s1600-h/PA110952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxSFjWQlI/AAAAAAAAACM/8YugVpqOBrE/s320/PA110952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217857985430098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxSeuvllI/AAAAAAAAACU/xG5v4WdoTeA/s1600-h/PA110953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjxSeuvllI/AAAAAAAAACU/xG5v4WdoTeA/s320/PA110953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258217864744113746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that is Becoming Jane.  Tony is the one who got me hooked on the A&amp;amp;E version of Pride and Prejudice and on Jane Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's gift to Dad.  IronMan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyTFhYp9I/AAAAAAAAACc/dGcLYVuOfYU/s1600-h/PA110954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyTFhYp9I/AAAAAAAAACc/dGcLYVuOfYU/s320/PA110954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258218974668695506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family gift.  Drumroll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyiAGdxCI/AAAAAAAAADE/G0oEE9OJBWI/s1600-h/PA110955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyiAGdxCI/AAAAAAAAADE/G0oEE9OJBWI/s320/PA110955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258219230911644706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiiFit!!!!!  No pressure there Honey!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyVKF6AII/AAAAAAAAACs/up0mQH6PiMU/s1600-h/PA110957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyVKF6AII/AAAAAAAAACs/up0mQH6PiMU/s320/PA110957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258219010255356034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WiiFit has been quite a hit in our house.  I highly recommend it.  It's a little pricey but I figure it is paid for in three months by not signing up for homeschool PE and I have never found anything to get my couch potato kids and husband (even my couch potato self) up and moving like this thing can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby lost her first tooth:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyVyZCCUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wmQ0D5jLSqc/s1600-h/PA120958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyVyZCCUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wmQ0D5jLSqc/s320/PA120958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258219021072992578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyWEuEXEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bZRct0snMTo/s1600-h/PA120959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjyWEuEXEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bZRct0snMTo/s320/PA120959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258219025993063490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this blog is already long, here's one more story.  That tooth that Sarah lost was not pushed out by the adult tooth.  It was pushed out by her extra tooth.  Yes, Sarah has an extra tooth positioned right in the middle of her baby and adult front teeth.  We found out after we dropped our dental insurance of course.  However Ryan's orthodontist was guardedly optimistic that the extra tooth would erupt and we would not have to see the oral surgeon to the tune of $1500!  Sarah has been praying every night for her front teeth to fall out for the last 5 months and here it is.  God's answered prayer!  God is so very good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God has been very, very good to us in Tucson!  The only thing I lack is seeing all of you.  But I am loving the emails that everyone has been sending, the online chats we have and seeing the blogsites some of you have.  They have been real pick-me-ups.  I'm attempting to get better about staying in touch and I'm sure that's one of the lessons I'm supposed to learn here.  Thanks for hanging in there with me and especially for all your prayers.  I covey those the most.  May God bless you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225488195334906547-6498566781553097742?l=moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/6498566781553097742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225488195334906547&amp;postID=6498566781553097742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/6498566781553097742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/6498566781553097742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-overdue-update.html' title='Long Overdue Update'/><author><name>Misty K. Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636988437410118769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SPjw6FU06GI/AAAAAAAAABs/8yYb6z1zvhs/s72-c/P9130843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225488195334906547.post-2182817562149871236</id><published>2008-08-15T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:04:34.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Wildlife in my own backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well, we made it safely to Tucson and have started working on the house...I've spent two days cleaning the kitchen and need to spend one more before we can begin unpacking and setting up our kitchen.  Whew!  The word of the week is EEEEEWWWWW!!!!!  But that's going to be a different post.  For today's post I figured out how to upload pictures.  Here are the first four critters I saw just this morning.  First Tony found a moth on our front porch, apparently half a day from death.  It has/had a 4 inch wingspan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZY3JRHERI/AAAAAAAAABk/8nos01twE0k/s1600-h/P8150564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZY3JRHERI/AAAAAAAAABk/8nos01twE0k/s320/P8150564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969321268515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Next we went out to the pool.  The one we hope to swim in someday!  Right now it's a pretty blue-green color and you can see the bottom at the shallow end.  And there walking on the cool deck was the biggest black beetle I've ever seen.  I thought of Tyler and Jonathan immediately but refrained from catching it.  EEEEWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYvRnOxhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CRpqd41wpBw/s1600-h/P8150572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYvRnOxhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CRpqd41wpBw/s320/P8150572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969186069825042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Moving on the pool I spotted something riding on the floaty-thing that you put chlorine tablets in.  Floaty-thing is of course an industry term but I digress.  The floaty-thing was by the far side of the pool and the critter on it was black and cream colored striped.  It was a snake!  I studied its head a bit because my back neighbor had already warned me about rattlesnakes.  Its head appeared to be of the nonvenomness type, like a garden snake.  The colors and patten were unfamiliar but it was chilly in the pool so I figured I was quicker that a 12in snake, so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYv0dsMiI/AAAAAAAAABE/9DLaZq2oEx0/s1600-h/P8150560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYv0dsMiI/AAAAAAAAABE/9DLaZq2oEx0/s320/P8150560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969195425051170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYwEtgu6I/AAAAAAAAABM/xhV7rQARDmQ/s1600-h/P8150561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYwEtgu6I/AAAAAAAAABM/xhV7rQARDmQ/s320/P8150561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969199786376098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now I have to admit to feeling some trepidation when I picked it up and it immediately started coiling up and shaking its tail like a rattler.  It didn't appear to have rattles but then again maybe it was a baby.?.?  Then it pooed on me.  EEEEEWWWWW!!!!!  Tony asked if I wanted to save it for the kids but they don't like stuff like that and my hand was all icky (another industry term) so we let it go beyond our gate.  There on the ground it still coiled up and shook its tail.  I poked it with my finger (couldn't find a stick without stickers) and it finally slithered away.  Now I really thought it could be a baby rattler and wanted it back.  Fortunately for it, I couldn't find it.  I looked it up on the internet and in reality it was a common kingsnake.  I still should have kept it.  Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning I went out to check on our family of bats.  They live in the tiny little crack between where the carport attaches to the house.  I was thrilled to get several great shots and counted six noses today.  That's a three inch brick the bat is resting on.  I figure they are two inches long and smaller than a deer mouse.  They eat insects and they all start squeaking everyday around 2pm.  Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYwP15x5I/AAAAAAAAABU/aEmN7XEa3CU/s1600-h/P8150575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYwP15x5I/AAAAAAAAABU/aEmN7XEa3CU/s320/P8150575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969202774362002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYwUorq2I/AAAAAAAAABc/wLmALCYNFt4/s1600-h/P8150577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZYwUorq2I/AAAAAAAAABc/wLmALCYNFt4/s320/P8150577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969204061088610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There is plenty is see around here.  Just tonight (camera at the other end of the house)  I saw a covey of quail in our driveway in front of the house.  Then a cactus wren (I think) was at the end of the walk 8 feet from the door when a small (4in) lizard came tearing towards the house.  Bam!  The bird was on it and before I realized what had happened it was flying away with the little wiggly lizard in its beak.  Good news is there are LOTS of other lizards to take his place.  And I'll probably take their pictures too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225488195334906547-2182817562149871236?l=moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/2182817562149871236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225488195334906547&amp;postID=2182817562149871236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/2182817562149871236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/2182817562149871236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/2008/08/arizona-wildlife-in-my-own-backyard.html' title='Arizona Wildlife in my own backyard'/><author><name>Misty K. Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636988437410118769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwSKbZj3qWc/SKZY3JRHERI/AAAAAAAAABk/8nos01twE0k/s72-c/P8150564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225488195334906547.post-7548709395268502659</id><published>2008-07-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:22:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;    It's been official for some time, but now it's starting to feel real.  One more week and we'll be loading the moving truck with the last of our possessions (that would be the second 26ft truck) and cleaning the house for the last time (the 12th time in 6 years I think)  and getting ready to hit the road for Arizona (4 adults - thanks Dad and Uncle Mike for helping - 3 squirrely kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and 1 very mature guinea pig traveling in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;a 26ft moving truck, a 21ft RV, my Honda Odyssey and Uncle Mike's pickup truck).  Note to self:  make sure AAA is paid up and I have the cards handy; bring a shoebox and shovel in case Cocoa the guinea pig should, well you know.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    People keep asking me what I think about it all.  What do I think...  Well I'm very excited about the new adventures we'll be having - new house, new business, new places to explore.  I'm excited to be closer to family and all the family activities like Grandma taking the kids for the weekend, Thanksgiving at my house with a ba-zillion people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Auntie taking the kids for the weekend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;visiting Grandma's cabin in Strawberry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Grandma and Auntie taking the kids for the weekend.  Did I mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Grandma and/or Auntie taking the kids for the weekend?  Those sorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But I'm sad too.  We've been in Boise 16 years now and this house 6 years and it's the longest I've been in any town and house.  And in that time I have found the MOST AMAZING FRIENDS anyone could ever ask for.  With them I can be my self and not be anxious about saying or doing the "wrong" thing.  They get my sense of humor.  Why they're even throwing me a Go Away Party!  going away, go away?  hhhmmm......  Well they even are having it at my house so that I don't have to spend all that extra money on gas driving somewhere - I just have to clean an extra time before the party....  hhhmmm.....  I know I'll not find friends in Arizona as great as my friends are here!!!  Why I'll bet they've never planned a homeschool homebirth field trip ever!!!  Too bad Kyle was breach - that field trip would have been soooo cool.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Unfortunately for me I'm super-bad at keeping in touch.  I'm an out-of-sight out-of-mind kind of gal.  But I've been inspired by several of my friends' blog sites and encouraged by others to create a blog site.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I've been told it's very easy and not so time consuming and truth be told if I just stopped playing Spider Solitaire I'd have more than enough time to  publish a blog site, clean my house, homeschool my kids, manage the books for the business etc. etc.  So here is the inaugural keep-in-touch blog site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; for all the well-loved people in my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  And you know who you are!!!  Here's to having Moore Fun in Arizona!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225488195334906547-7548709395268502659?l=moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/feeds/7548709395268502659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225488195334906547&amp;postID=7548709395268502659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/7548709395268502659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225488195334906547/posts/default/7548709395268502659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorefuninarizona.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-to-arizona.html' title='Moving to Arizona'/><author><name>Misty K. 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