<?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-38886913</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:27:06.286-07:00</updated><category term='these days'/><category term='pets'/><category term='advice'/><category term='precious'/><category term='specific memories'/><category term='ed'/><title type='text'>From Daddy to Aspen</title><subtitle type='html'>My wisdom, memories, thoughts, and pictures of our life together.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-1785145799266522041</id><published>2007-10-30T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:30:54.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specific memories'/><title type='text'>YOUR NANNA PASSES AWAY TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/RyfD3XkWxiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q8UY55OrCf8/s1600-h/aspen+and+nanna+5-6-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127282056771323426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/RyfD3XkWxiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q8UY55OrCf8/s320/aspen+and+nanna+5-6-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You, me and Bubby went to see her at her bedside the day before yesterday. you knew it would probably be the last time you would see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was difficult for us to see her in such a state. She lied motionless, struggling to open her eyes or to respond to questions. Her discomfort was apparent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed for about an hour. She was asleep when we left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I told you the news after picking you up from after school. We went stright to the pizza place where Bubby works and shared some hugs with him. You wanted him to spend the night tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Nanna loved you. I am grateful we have pictures and video of many times you two shared. They are now here to help preserve our memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-1785145799266522041?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1785145799266522041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1785145799266522041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-nanna-passes-away-today.html' title='YOUR NANNA PASSES AWAY TODAY'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/RyfD3XkWxiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q8UY55OrCf8/s72-c/aspen+and+nanna+5-6-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-5078717937841756732</id><published>2007-10-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:53:58.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>BUMPER STICKER WISDOM</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw a bumper sticker that read&lt;br /&gt;"Well behaved women rarely ever make the history books"&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you understand this in full.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-5078717937841756732?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/5078717937841756732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/5078717937841756732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/10/bumper-sticker-wisdom.html' title='BUMPER STICKER WISDOM'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-3022795603109094065</id><published>2007-10-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:27:58.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these days'/><title type='text'>DEALING WITH DEATH</title><content type='html'>Right now your nana and her father 'papa' are both only weeks away from passing it would seem. You are also aware that your great grandmother 'mama' is not doing well either.&lt;br /&gt;You have been handling it al lfairly well on the outside. You have cried from time to time about nana, usually when it's bedtime. How deep inside this is all effecting you I can only guess. I try to be as there for you to speak your mind as possible.&lt;br /&gt;The other day at dinner you said "I'm not sure yet if God exists. But if he does, I wish he would space things out a bit."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that so I just smiled and agreed with the concept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-3022795603109094065?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/3022795603109094065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/3022795603109094065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/10/dealing-with-death.html' title='DEALING WITH DEATH'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-1659103235584219859</id><published>2007-10-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:39:31.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these days'/><title type='text'>DADDY LOVES HIS JOB</title><content type='html'>Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;Since your mommy moved away I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raising&lt;/span&gt; you by myself. I have had people from time to time tell me that they couldn't raise a child by themselves and that they admired how I am taking care of all that goes with raising a child on my own.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I have never found the task to be that challenging. I certainly have a lot less free time to hang out with friends and I can't go to all the concerts I would if your mom still lived here to watch you half the week, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoy doing all the daddy tasks with and for you.&lt;br /&gt;I love cooking dinner for two as you sit in the living room doing your homework. I love taking you to riding lessons. I love volunteering at your school so I can see you in class (a setting in which most parents rarely get to see their child interact). I love planning the birthday parties. I love helping you get ready for bed and up in the mornings. I love getting you to school. I love all of our interactions throughout ever day. I love watching you get smarter and wiser. I love seeing you ask more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;detailed&lt;/span&gt; and intelligent questions than you did from the month before. I love having to buy you new clothes when the ones I got you a month ago that you only wore once are now too small. I love reading to you, particularly when you bring it up. I love you wanting to hear more of my music (Buffett, Cash, Springsteen). I love when you ask me for advice on how to deal with friends or situations at school. I love seeing your interest form in hobbies and passtimes as the months go on.&lt;br /&gt;I do not find raising my 8 yr old girl to be 'work', at least not hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Being your daddy continues to be the most educational and rewarding undertaking I could ever be blessed with. There are times when I am challenged by being a full time single daddy, but 'challenging' is a positive. I have never felt overwhelmed by anything in the realm of 'daddydom'.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I would change about my life or who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-1659103235584219859?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1659103235584219859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1659103235584219859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/10/daddy-loves-his-job.html' title='DADDY LOVES HIS JOB'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-4933836831644299380</id><published>2007-10-04T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:55:12.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specific memories'/><title type='text'>HORSES, INJURIES AND CLARIFICATION</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at horse lessons the girl behind you got kicked by another horse that bucked. Her leg got broke from the kick.&lt;br /&gt;I came to pick you up after the trail ride and you were visibly upset. The girl finally came out of the trail 10 minutes after the rest being led. When they got her off the horse her pant leg was soaked in blood. You were standing right there watching her. You were very concerned for her.&lt;br /&gt;Even 30 minutes later after we had left you were fighting back tears. Seeing her screaming in pain effected you heavily.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reassure you that the girl would be fine. She would not be in pain by the end of the day after she took some medicine and had the cast on.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course you were concerned about the horse too. I couldn't figure out why at first. The horse wasn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You told me that whenever a horse broke a leg it had to be put down.&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to laugh as I explained that a horse is put down when it breaks its &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; leg, not when it breaks a person's leg.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure you believed me though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-4933836831644299380?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/4933836831644299380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/4933836831644299380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/10/horses-injuries-and-clarification.html' title='HORSES, INJURIES AND CLARIFICATION'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-3366247889962688749</id><published>2007-09-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:04:01.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>MORE GOOD ADVICE</title><content type='html'>Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;Always welcome the opportunity to learn from even the most trying of times.&lt;br /&gt;The trying times are going to occur regardless. You can either allow yourself to benefit from the experiences those times afford you or you can choose to not benefit from them.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself which seems more productive.&lt;br /&gt;Which will see you grow faster and wiser?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-3366247889962688749?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/3366247889962688749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/3366247889962688749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-good-advice.html' title='MORE GOOD ADVICE'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-9075584387478788444</id><published>2007-09-04T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:54:40.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these days'/><title type='text'>SUMMER 2007</title><content type='html'>This summer you went to Phoenix to stay with mommy and Kaylee. You did come back in the middle of the summer for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Alot has gone on since I last updated here:&lt;br /&gt;You made the GT classes at school. Ms. Richardson is your regular teacher and Ms. Hannon is your GT teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Ed has moved out of David's which means you don't get to see eachother nearly as much now. That doesn't seem to bother you too much for now. He is a senior in high school and decided not to play football this year. He works at the pizza joint near David's.&lt;br /&gt;Nanna is quite sick as you know. We have gone up to see her a few times since you have been back. Hopefully we can increase how frequently we see her.&lt;br /&gt;The lake is really low right now so we aren't able to take Seaweeder out until next season.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan moved in below. I am very happy that you have someone close by to play with. Hopefully she will be around for awhile. Natalie is still getting used to you having a new friend. She likes it just the 2 of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're back. I missed you over the summer. I spent as much of my time as I could biking and kayaking while you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Now I spend my time helping you with your homework, which is just as fun (and exhausting).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-9075584387478788444?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/9075584387478788444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/9075584387478788444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/09/summer-2007.html' title='SUMMER 2007'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-8515073178639895091</id><published>2007-07-31T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:54:55.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these days'/><title type='text'>SUMMER ALMOST OVER</title><content type='html'>You have spent the last 3 months or so with your mom and sister in AZ. I have spent the extra free time biking and kayaking. I miss you much but have to say being able to sleep in a bit has been nice. I have spent a lot of time thinking about your strengths and what I need to do to help you build on your good characteristics. Hopefully the time off will allow me to be an even better daddy to you for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;Alot has changed while you have been gone. Your new furniture, which will be yours for the rest of your life, comes tomorrow. Your old furniture went to a needy friend, so it's in a good place.&lt;br /&gt;Ed has moved out of David's due to his own stupidity and selfishness. that will probably greatly effect how much you see of him for the rest of your life. That troubles me. You are already out of daily touch with your mom and now bubby has moved too. More and more, it's just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Last month you were admitted into the gifted/talented program at school. Just as your mom was at your age.&lt;br /&gt;Good job!&lt;br /&gt;You appeared on the t.v. show &lt;a href="http://www.wcnc.com/sharedcontent/VideoPlayer/videoPlayer.php?vidId=160453&amp;amp;catId=515"&gt;Carolina Traveler&lt;/a&gt; for your horse camp attendance a few weeks ago. See you at minute 2:28 into it? That's you at age 8 1/2! Anne was who taught you how to ride a horse. When I talk to you on the phone these days you always ask me if we'll be able to go riding when you're back.&lt;br /&gt;Your Nanna is not doing well now. This will be the first time you will have to deal with the impermanence of life as The Darhma teaches. It will be hard for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Gramama and Grampa John will be coming out at the same time you return from AZ. then school starts.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your return!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-8515073178639895091?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/8515073178639895091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/8515073178639895091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-almost-over.html' title='SUMMER ALMOST OVER'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-1811693167957941728</id><published>2007-07-31T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:05:24.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>WISDOM</title><content type='html'>"Watch your thoughts; they become words.&lt;br /&gt;  Watch your words; they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;  Watch your actions; they become habits.Watch your habits; they become character.&lt;br /&gt;  Watch your character; it becomes your destiny."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-1811693167957941728?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1811693167957941728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1811693167957941728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/07/wisdom.html' title='WISDOM'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-4106741324313304990</id><published>2007-05-11T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:47:36.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specific memories'/><title type='text'>Kaylee Arrives</title><content type='html'>Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;Today you became a big sister. Pretty much at the same time in your life that Ed was when you were born. Eight and a half.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first time I will get to see you in a mentoring position. May you always show her the love and compassion and consideration that you have learned to show all your friends in life. You are simply wonderful with animals. Your concern and care for them is mind blowing. I am always proud of you when I see how much interest you have in the well being of others.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy being a big sister. You will make us all proud in your new roll in life. I have no doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-4106741324313304990?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/4106741324313304990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/4106741324313304990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/05/kaylee-arrives.html' title='Kaylee Arrives'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-870921780142277821</id><published>2007-04-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:34:34.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specific memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ed'/><title type='text'>WE ARE FAMILY</title><content type='html'>Last night Bubby stayed over. After you got tucked into bed he read to you from 'Cry for the Unicorn', a book you ppicked out for me to read but when you realized that Bubby might read to you, you jumped at the chance to ask. I know you miss him and wish you two were able to be together more often. You do cry for him about every twice a month. After you were asleep he and I had a long talk about your mother's absence and how much he misses seeing you everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;This morning you took advantage of his having just gotten his driver's license. You asked him to drive you to school which he was happy to do.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you test for your yellow stripe belt.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-870921780142277821?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/870921780142277821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/870921780142277821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-are-family.html' title='WE ARE FAMILY'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-3063462826494350049</id><published>2007-04-20T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:19:42.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specific memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>PRECIOUS</title><content type='html'>This week you learned that Precious, your pet hamster, passed away. David didn't have the heart to tell you that he had died so he told you that bubby had taken him to his school to live with another hamster. You began to get very mad with bubby for taking your pet without asking you. I didn't want you to be mad at Ed for something he didn't do so I told you the truth. You cried quite a bit as we arrived at your girlscout meeting. I let you sit in my lap until you were feeling better and joined your friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time you had deal with the death of a pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-3063462826494350049?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/3063462826494350049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/3063462826494350049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/04/precious.html' title='PRECIOUS'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-1079061211642498750</id><published>2007-04-20T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:01:57.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these days'/><title type='text'>YOUR FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>These days your friends are Katie (in the apartments), Natalie (whom you met at appleseed 4 years ago), Carin (2 houses down from David's house).&lt;br /&gt;You go to girlscouts every other tuesday. For the last several weeks you have been taking western riding horse lessons at Ann Springs Close Greenway. Ms. Close is your instructor in what will probably be her last time at instructing. You also are about to test for you yellow stripe belt in karate next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-1079061211642498750?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1079061211642498750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/1079061211642498750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-friends.html' title='YOUR FRIENDS'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-6592065869213447418</id><published>2007-04-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:39:11.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these days'/><title type='text'>JUST YOU AND ME</title><content type='html'>Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;your mom has been gone now for 8 months (august 2005). she calls about 3 times a week. you call her a few times a week. you do fine during the day. it is after you talk to her before bed that it is hard on you. you often miss her and are close to tears at least once or twice a week. i wish i could do something to help you.&lt;br /&gt;your mom moving away had nothing to do with how she feels about you. she loves you and misses you, just as much as you miss her. she left for other reasons. she would have taken you with her if she could have but she knew it was best that you stay in charlotte with me and bubby.&lt;br /&gt;he misses your mom just as much as you do. it is hard on him at night too. david tells me that he has broken down and cried too.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that this chapter in your life is being written. im doing my best to make it as happy a time as possible for you. i cant be your mommy, but ill be the best daddy i know how to be.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this chapter will only be a temporary one and your mom can find a way to come back here for you and bubby for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-6592065869213447418?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/6592065869213447418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/6592065869213447418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-you-and-me.html' title='JUST YOU AND ME'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-7762231087546835278</id><published>2007-04-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:23:47.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>REGRETS</title><content type='html'>Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to have regrets in life, regretting the things you have never done will always plague you more than regretting the things you have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-7762231087546835278?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/7762231087546835278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/7762231087546835278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/04/aspen-if-you-are-going-to-have-regrets.html' title='REGRETS'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-117210688227022395</id><published>2007-02-21T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:24:10.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>NO SUGAR, NO CAVITIES</title><content type='html'>only chew sugarless gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-117210688227022395?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/117210688227022395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/117210688227022395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-sugar-no-cavities.html' title='NO SUGAR, NO CAVITIES'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886913.post-117193765251087968</id><published>2007-02-19T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:24:46.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>DON'T HATE</title><content type='html'>Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;It will be tuff at times. Impossible at times. Don't hate. We all have our challenges. Everyone you encounter has had hard times. Trying times. You and everyone else are products of all that has happened to you so far. When someone has wronged you it is nothing more than them reacting to hard times they have had to endure.&lt;br /&gt;And when you hate, it drains all of the smiles out of you. It takes your good energy away and makes you have a bad day. Don't let someone else make you have a bad day. You and you alone control what kind of day you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886913-117193765251087968?l=daddytoaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/117193765251087968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886913/posts/default/117193765251087968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddytoaspen.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-hate.html' title='DON&apos;T HATE'/><author><name>bricotrout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705407339255525076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rrsxq65_hTE/S0ktCyx89AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6YLcI4FjnJY/S220/mtntop.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
