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I'm finding a way to post without losing everything, and I don't know how it will work...this is my test run, and here is my Lucy on Christmas morning in a hat her Eastern family sent Bowden. The cardboard bricks were in the wagon Umpa got the kids. If this works, you'll see some pictures of that, too!

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sarah said…
I don't like the label at the bottom....hmm...I need to look this through more.
Chris said…
What's the problem with picture uploading?
sarah said…
I hit my limit! On Blogger. and I am a homebody. I hate to roam somewhere else.
Chris said…
Hmm... Looks like for $20 a year you can upgrade your blogger/picassa to 10GB.

Trying to see if there's some way I can host some of your photos on my server...

I think if you post fewer pictures of your kids, something bad might happen to the universe.
sarah said…
I'm emabrassed to have anyone who knows anything about, um, well, the "interweb" see these sad attempts to thwart blogger's designs on my wallet and blog.
Free is free, and I do not really know what I am doing. How do I even have a blog?
I can delete the extra information by going into edit mode, but that takes much longer than I'd like.
Many people blog without pictures. I could do that....but really, let's be honest. You're here for the chickens, and I know it.
More chicken stories coming up....
sarah said…
I have to protect the universe.
I am uploading my pictures to flickr...it will work out.

You who NEVER posts pictures of any of your kids or family!

I really like your blog, though. Maybe I should follow the Slater example...
sarah said…
And twenty dollars!!!! I'd probably have to get TWO movies at a time from Netflix instead of THREE if I did that!



hmmmm...
sarah said…
I'm also emabrassed to spell the way I do.
Chris said…
You should solicit donations. People will totally pay $20 to keep seeing chickens.
Chris said…
Also, as a rule - never, ever, ever follow the Slater example.

Ever.
sarah said…
But I have based my whole life on following all of the Slater Ways.....what shall I do now?

I love your example.

And, I should take donations, excellent idea.

And...we should talk more often. I have someone working on some Slater shirts at THIS MOMENT. I've enjoyed this conversation.
Chris said…
That entire comment is terrifying. Especially the shirt part. Yikes!

Also, I've enjoyed it too. Miss you guys, but love keeping up with the blogs.
lisa d said…
heh, heh, the interweb
Sandy said…
I like that pic of Lucy... but I had to see what warranted 13 comments. I'm almost at my limit. When you figure something out, do tell.
You will tire of those cardboard bricks in time - at least if there are as many of them as Grandma Tate gave Aunt Peggy's Hal when he was about Bowden's age. He sure did like them though. I remember helping grandma put them all together that Christmas. I will join the chorus - I do love the pictures. I didn't know there were free blogs - that's how uninformed I am. But then, I don't have a personal blog - just do Villisca's blog to which I have not posted in some time.

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