<?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-6743207743113239902</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:20:40.304-08:00</updated><category term='http://bp0.blohttp://bp0.blogger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEpKevIlnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w183sErhbHU/s400/DSCN2481.JPGgger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEpKevIlnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w183sErhbHU/s400/DSCN2481.JPG'/><category term='My Childhood'/><title type='text'>Wonder Woman of the West</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743207743113239902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cindy Metcalf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479565440681543048</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743207743113239902.post-6591035091311209353</id><published>2010-11-05T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:28:25.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Childhood'/><title type='text'>I'm Back By Popular Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNckfYLHv2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nr9zKQBEwxQ/s1600/cindy0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY NEWBORN BABY PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTAkyhFROI/AAAAAAAAADs/fZFb4cXOi-g/s1600/New+Born+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536261580213535970" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTAkyhFROI/AAAAAAAAADs/fZFb4cXOi-g/s400/New+Born+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my newborn picture. Mother&lt;br /&gt;says that the delivery room was full&lt;br /&gt;of doctors and nurses when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Sue had died a year earlier&lt;br /&gt;and they knew how much my mom&lt;br /&gt;wanted a baby girl. They all clapped&lt;br /&gt;when I arrived. I was breech and had&lt;br /&gt;lots of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Months Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am at 6 months old. My hair was naturally curly and had a lot of red in it. Mother used to wrap strands of my hair around her finger and make little ringlets. She used to love to comb my hair out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTDQaNdkwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LUwktJUR4jo/s1600/baby+picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536264528626291458" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 394px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTDQaNdkwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LUwktJUR4jo/s400/baby+picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzCuBogHI/AAAAAAAAADE/I6NHQdaUIJw/s1600/scan0004+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536246701241172082" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzCuBogHI/AAAAAAAAADE/I6NHQdaUIJw/s400/scan0004+%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTQj_ubNtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_-iidkUvtdc/s1600/baby+picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536279158765336274" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTQj_ubNtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_-iidkUvtdc/s400/baby+picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE YEAR OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTE81T_IxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DEXHAk5ogy8/s1600/age+1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536266391327286034" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTE81T_IxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DEXHAk5ogy8/s400/age+1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTFyAfzsvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U5OB2-niGKg/s1600/age+1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536267304862724850" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTFyAfzsvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U5OB2-niGKg/s400/age+1+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me when I was one year old. I am with my brother Bob. Bob was always a very kind brother who took good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTJqM14jRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AOOrW_D_6b8/s1600/sisters+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536271568784100626" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTJqM14jRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AOOrW_D_6b8/s400/sisters+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTKrGJsJDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jDcyKIrwUIE/s1600/sisters+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536272683679622194" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTKrGJsJDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jDcyKIrwUIE/s400/sisters+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Michelle was born 13 months and 13 days after me. Mother was ecstatic to have 2 little girls. She always kept us very clean, and dressed us cute. Our dresses usually matched. We are pictured above with our Grandmother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stirland&lt;/span&gt;. She loved us very much, maybe because she had so many grandsons and only 3 grand daughters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzDW9v2xI/AAAAAAAAADU/O8bfy-y79IY/s1600/cindy0002+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536246712230730514" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzDW9v2xI/AAAAAAAAADU/O8bfy-y79IY/s400/cindy0002+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTNCVcPgDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3hCN8ehkg9g/s1600/mom0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536275281944215602" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTNCVcPgDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3hCN8ehkg9g/s400/mom0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTQyUJrnzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5w6tRK9X4dM/s1600/cindy+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536279404766535474" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTQyUJrnzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5w6tRK9X4dM/s400/cindy+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzC-FfNsI/AAAAAAAAADM/VcKu_vSsTwQ/s1600/mom0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536246705552307906" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzC-FfNsI/AAAAAAAAADM/VcKu_vSsTwQ/s400/mom0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE FESTIVAL DRESSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTR3iQ689I/AAAAAAAAAE0/LmPbiChshog/s1600/sisters+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536280593965970386" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTR3iQ689I/AAAAAAAAAE0/LmPbiChshog/s400/sisters+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzDiDdKNI/AAAAAAAAADc/3a475oTAfZI/s1600/mom0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536246715207461074" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNSzDiDdKNI/AAAAAAAAADc/3a475oTAfZI/s400/mom0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and I attended Hurricane Elementary School. Each grade spent months preparing for the annual spring dance festival and the dances got more complicated the older we got. The dance festival always began with the GRAND MARCH. It was held in the old gym and the audience sat up in the bleachers. By the time we got to 5th and 6th grade, we were square dancing and had boys for partners. We were very nervous about who our partner would be and our teachers made the assignment. It always seemed that the popular kids were paired together. Most of the girls got brand new dresses for the occasion. It was a very big deal. Mother always made our dresses every year. The girls usually got their first pair of nylons and high heels for the dance festival in sixth grade. We thought we were really grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNckfJtfEuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PFTrGZak_xc/s1600/scan0001+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536934384476558050" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNckfJtfEuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PFTrGZak_xc/s400/scan0001+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wendy Heber, Me, Michelle and Paula Last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are getting ready to perform at the Dance Festival. Wendy and I must be in 6th grade because we are wearing nylons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743207743113239902-6591035091311209353?l=wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6591035091311209353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743207743113239902&amp;postID=6591035091311209353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743207743113239902/posts/default/6591035091311209353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743207743113239902/posts/default/6591035091311209353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back-by-popular-demand.html' title='I&apos;m Back By Popular Demand'/><author><name>Cindy Metcalf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479565440681543048</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/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/TNTAkyhFROI/AAAAAAAAADs/fZFb4cXOi-g/s72-c/New+Born+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743207743113239902.post-7238669288227009727</id><published>2008-07-30T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:58:03.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://bp0.blohttp://bp0.blogger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEpKevIlnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w183sErhbHU/s400/DSCN2481.JPGgger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEpKevIlnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w183sErhbHU/s400/DSCN2481.JPG'/><title type='text'>The summer of Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Hello family and friends.  I am taking time out from my busy summer to start a blog about ME and my very interesting life.  It is interesting of course if you are a Lake Powell enthusiast.  I have logged many miles between my home base of St. George and the Baja Cantina with my ski boat in tow and a car full of Costco goodies.  I have done my best to support the oil barons and their ever increasing gas prices.  It has all been worth it.  I have witnessed many joyful faces as they've skimmed across the water for their first time on skis or a wakeboard.  With my spf 50 sunscreen, I have braved the hot summer sun to bring happiness and awe inspiring memories into the lives of my many guests who have traveled from afar to witness the splendor of this remarkable canyon. This was an exceptional year.  I recently learned of a dinosaur footprint at Rainbow Bridge, hiked to Choal Waterfalls on my birthday where we followed wild Mustangs. On a later trip with the Albrechts, we saw the famous Lake Powell Beaver in West Canyon. (still no rattlesnakes although sightings have been reported) Here are a few pictures I would like to share of another marvelous summer at the LAKE!&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEkp_t-6LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaevsxgfrhw/s400/DSCN2335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229000946251393202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEpKevIlnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w183sErhbHU/s400/DSCN2481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229005902380045938" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEodm0NmqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sfvSq8BlalQ/s400/P7010070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229005131454716578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743207743113239902-7238669288227009727?l=wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7238669288227009727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743207743113239902&amp;postID=7238669288227009727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743207743113239902/posts/default/7238669288227009727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743207743113239902/posts/default/7238669288227009727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderwomanofthewest.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-of-lake-powell.html' title='The summer of Lake Powell'/><author><name>Cindy Metcalf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479565440681543048</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://bp0.blogger.com/_pHsnHvB_hZ4/SJEkp_t-6LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaevsxgfrhw/s72-c/DSCN2335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
