tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41223908940532376302024-03-13T08:07:32.814-07:00Babe in BoyslandUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-75324308681079278772011-04-13T13:10:00.000-07:002011-04-13T13:48:30.546-07:00<p>They were so quiet. They seemed to be getting along. I was proud in that moment. That is until I saw WHY they were being quiet. Now I can't decide if I prefer them fighting like bear cubs, or peacefully destroying the house.</p><br /><p>(My favorite moments are at minute 1:45 when Gabers starts eating his shirt, 2:15 when he starts eating cheerios off the floor. Hey why not, its there.)</p><br /><p></p>This video is not as clear here as it is on my computer, and the color of our carpet camouflages the cheerios very well. They are equally dispersed from wall to wall. <br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2apqekHhPLlSoRCGmAlEEjl-a-3EpVgLx4fkDarpOK4GTmuR8MPnZYu4iXscwcjPPMcspWGjOMBh4ScPIdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-12827696377148020272010-10-26T12:23:00.000-07:002010-10-26T12:31:10.121-07:00Their Best Jumps<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br />We took the boys up the canyon a few weeks ago to see the changing leaves. The leaves no longer mattered once they found a log to jump off. Nuthin' like a log.<br /><br />Here are the best jumps from their jumping show. The lighting and the cruddy camera make the color terrible, but look really closely at their expressions. Some of them are so funny. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIY0boS_qho-AZrEnWMWC7exnhA250OsL1O6PmDgjwCiv6IcHOzdHEP6ileCnuSzQErjzF-2RcXmh57HO8Fq7Ap6cB_gjNbhTxJupYjAsrWFk_0tKVjyHuJzMKEVyqvwutPAqPsIGY3DI/s1600/SeptOct+101.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIY0boS_qho-AZrEnWMWC7exnhA250OsL1O6PmDgjwCiv6IcHOzdHEP6ileCnuSzQErjzF-2RcXmh57HO8Fq7Ap6cB_gjNbhTxJupYjAsrWFk_0tKVjyHuJzMKEVyqvwutPAqPsIGY3DI/s400/SeptOct+101.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTsVfuncaoAUDuO7J9EhVRZUOt4tF6Tpzi5EOZHKHQAU77jYjxyZ_IlcolaUpl9ik9G_r_6lRLOIoNEohQ31wPYEQx_YyrHfBPW_HW-n1R0UgBA842IecwBCBXb2O-0YhNhfizE8DqOOI/s1600/SeptOct+102.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTsVfuncaoAUDuO7J9EhVRZUOt4tF6Tpzi5EOZHKHQAU77jYjxyZ_IlcolaUpl9ik9G_r_6lRLOIoNEohQ31wPYEQx_YyrHfBPW_HW-n1R0UgBA842IecwBCBXb2O-0YhNhfizE8DqOOI/s400/SeptOct+102.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">(Are these too tiny to see? Double click on a collage, then when it pulls up larger, you can click it again and it zooms a little closer.)</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-53034130539301516572010-10-26T12:01:00.000-07:002010-10-26T12:01:23.018-07:00All tuckered out<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">This is my three year old. He's pretty busy. Busy busy busy. This morning he had spent doing his normal amount of exploring closets and unloading the toy box.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYEy3DiykSDgGz3Eb7UHRmq1PlpudtY0dNR3rj5ikfhPCRbNDsfVsYYQpDiB7grSQdjL5glUOoYb_MjjGiPyQibUg_QdisswKaC4aNU_4Lg9DoYIt1LciY6XowI8WbktV6uZWHAMqzcM/s1600/IMG_4390.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYEy3DiykSDgGz3Eb7UHRmq1PlpudtY0dNR3rj5ikfhPCRbNDsfVsYYQpDiB7grSQdjL5glUOoYb_MjjGiPyQibUg_QdisswKaC4aNU_4Lg9DoYIt1LciY6XowI8WbktV6uZWHAMqzcM/s400/IMG_4390.JPG" /></a> </div>He also spent a good amount of time pulling the cushions off the couch and then jumping on the springs. I guess it wears a guy out.<br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnVjZyBHaYZ3bRvmSX3_PycI5ax_LctcJa7lkHdUNpjlf81cRYCNlQeyqq2xQ3B1B_cigpSsr3q7KcHtgtsfblK9y6tH6O9B9Q44p7zrHfgYiBleax5JtkeO5FJCUXgQVbfYJGhlEGNM/s1600/IMG_4388.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnVjZyBHaYZ3bRvmSX3_PycI5ax_LctcJa7lkHdUNpjlf81cRYCNlQeyqq2xQ3B1B_cigpSsr3q7KcHtgtsfblK9y6tH6O9B9Q44p7zrHfgYiBleax5JtkeO5FJCUXgQVbfYJGhlEGNM/s400/IMG_4388.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-80701558863832193162010-10-26T11:49:00.000-07:002010-10-26T11:49:58.717-07:00Halloween Package!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">My little Dream Team had a mini package swap this month! The budget was just $5. But I think everyone managed really cute things!<br />Sheryl had my name and she, of course, made the cutest stuff.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOf9WKDD-hq3JXOSjojBdw85w-RjE9sC7m1HWI9vqzXYruIyQsBniQ8fIKcJhrNCCdqmpY3UhWtbQnwbKa3IJejSZPtxJcqh8pf4jR6WZeQL4jkvVCstYUdxycW_d4SLTnClter0yExg/s1600/IMG_4442.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOf9WKDD-hq3JXOSjojBdw85w-RjE9sC7m1HWI9vqzXYruIyQsBniQ8fIKcJhrNCCdqmpY3UhWtbQnwbKa3IJejSZPtxJcqh8pf4jR6WZeQL4jkvVCstYUdxycW_d4SLTnClter0yExg/s400/IMG_4442.JPG" /></a> </div>This little pouch <em>was</em> stuffed with color coordinated candy. With four boys in the house it really didn't last long. :-) It's been hanging on this door all month and it's getting to look a little mangled. I love the colors!!!!!!!!!<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA9Y9tpKTOCS8u1nbnjEgWP2by6qgcsSDKBVgTiMJ3lR0ALz4nyqIQyUDBevJL7YuamjHXSoepEQKM3GMVk_MYNVNy6cJajZ5TJgFz8RsMCQQxThm6ZpaaErXWUwU0WaStQBVkEEAJZ0/s1600/IMG_4443.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA9Y9tpKTOCS8u1nbnjEgWP2by6qgcsSDKBVgTiMJ3lR0ALz4nyqIQyUDBevJL7YuamjHXSoepEQKM3GMVk_MYNVNy6cJajZ5TJgFz8RsMCQQxThm6ZpaaErXWUwU0WaStQBVkEEAJZ0/s400/IMG_4443.JPG" /></a> </div>She also covered this notebook to be all matchy. But she didn't make it toooo Halloweeny so I can keep on using it for a long time and it's just cute.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM29HFOkpaI0qSE7510MShS8ZOft9iRyWVfEfRslQBy1BAMubWRg_tbuRa01v94sa20cOW2QfH5lzZcjfBS_k9WKpxc7sV73B6juGGgFVMdOiz0j3ecR4y-GKh1MKeKA7TsIQJQ6ZzagM/s1600/IMG_4440.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM29HFOkpaI0qSE7510MShS8ZOft9iRyWVfEfRslQBy1BAMubWRg_tbuRa01v94sa20cOW2QfH5lzZcjfBS_k9WKpxc7sV73B6juGGgFVMdOiz0j3ecR4y-GKh1MKeKA7TsIQJQ6ZzagM/s400/IMG_4440.JPG" /></a> </div>Sheryl, you're the best. I love you.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-20902312615329658932010-07-23T10:28:00.000-07:002010-07-23T10:29:02.482-07:00Rick's Graduation!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">I'm exhaustified of not blogging. I'm going to whip myself back into blogging shape.<br /><br />In May my best-friend-big-brother Rick graduated from Drake Law School. LAW SCHOOL! I'm so proud of him. Just our parents and I were able to attend, and it was really nice to have some time with just the four of us (particularly with no kids needing our attention for just a few days).<br /><br />Rick and I had a fabulous time just touring around, meeting his friends, laughing at jokes that I'm now certain weren't really that funny, and staying up late watching bad movies.<br /><br />(On a side note, if you're looking for a comically bad movie, look for Val Kilmer and Adam Lambert starring in The Ten Commandments <em>the musical</em>. I'm not kidding. It exists and it is baaaaad. WE LOVED IT!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_E31hfUQduKzRo0RRlOYymCLenmO_nSpClhKk61ywr0DlTRg7nqO3LTNO5Fv9-Tl8rLZFdXyV5N_ENLQTvXxIJtFYNqA1bZjLBY7A6lWmEREz_OIc1xCs0YSvgT7uIinCc2HSCIkIbQ/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_E31hfUQduKzRo0RRlOYymCLenmO_nSpClhKk61ywr0DlTRg7nqO3LTNO5Fv9-Tl8rLZFdXyV5N_ENLQTvXxIJtFYNqA1bZjLBY7A6lWmEREz_OIc1xCs0YSvgT7uIinCc2HSCIkIbQ/s400/IMG_1700.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6S1KIkg7xquZbprigQqXD79_EFZWsBWB6_AXaVL-Hj2nDDXHRkHYelTIrthTEgqnVkGjc9Ghc-IiOccf_1b2TuihvA7I5tdo2OmJOie4SeW53cphnVvN66oDi_IwrJCMHysnkekAzOWg/s1600/DSC06455.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6S1KIkg7xquZbprigQqXD79_EFZWsBWB6_AXaVL-Hj2nDDXHRkHYelTIrthTEgqnVkGjc9Ghc-IiOccf_1b2TuihvA7I5tdo2OmJOie4SeW53cphnVvN66oDi_IwrJCMHysnkekAzOWg/s400/DSC06455.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmFHCL7ztTn3ExpzTEVP8O8QZbGgVhqvA_4wKqOwxaTCKhA0TLe4ZrXePsa4UpNUvKnQCg8WxHhsXtAgRVYJbsmFxVykQIhPVvbRNDNXFiS0LIBHVSdZoe4LMP34VIlvTgX2k-1Zvhv4/s1600/IMG_1677.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmFHCL7ztTn3ExpzTEVP8O8QZbGgVhqvA_4wKqOwxaTCKhA0TLe4ZrXePsa4UpNUvKnQCg8WxHhsXtAgRVYJbsmFxVykQIhPVvbRNDNXFiS0LIBHVSdZoe4LMP34VIlvTgX2k-1Zvhv4/s400/IMG_1677.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3Pw_OoJv544PORDVb3Np-QmmsZHmuiihfhkhu6w4gFNzY7nRFkaZmwoHtm_NWd4bqLc8AbJXSGZABXXtF116fr7l_LeZ0TnkPSovQ_t40iIaOflpm9iglb49OBN343WengkoC-XVE3M/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3Pw_OoJv544PORDVb3Np-QmmsZHmuiihfhkhu6w4gFNzY7nRFkaZmwoHtm_NWd4bqLc8AbJXSGZABXXtF116fr7l_LeZ0TnkPSovQ_t40iIaOflpm9iglb49OBN343WengkoC-XVE3M/s400/IMG_1706.JPG" /></a> </div><br />I'm so proud of you Rick!!! Thanks for such a fantastic four days.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-37964678474060296092010-07-01T21:30:00.000-07:002010-07-01T21:31:48.154-07:00I changed my back ground!Look! Hey look! Are you seeing this? I no longer have the Sheryl-inflicted Twilight backdrop!<br /><br />YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-56039164115062348332010-06-17T19:40:00.000-07:002010-06-17T19:50:15.036-07:00WAIT! STOP!I did NOT do this to my blog! <em>Someone</em>, I won't name any names (but you can figure it out for yourself on the bottom right column), but <em>someone</em>, hacked into my blog and picked the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ludicrous</span> background she could find. I didn't know until my friend Dawnell commented on it.<br /><br />Truthfully, I've been wanting to change my background, but this is <em>not</em> what I had in mind.<br /><br />I don't remember how to change my back drop, and I don't have time to figure it out right now. But I'm certainly more motivated to get it done.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Geeeeezzzzz</span>.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-24073648504048262072010-06-08T10:30:00.000-07:002010-06-08T10:30:26.720-07:00Last Dream Package<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">This time Melinda was sending a package to me and our theme was "handmade". She made such sweet things!!<br /><br />First I want to acknowledge the cute rose she drew on my package. I just love little details like this...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQx-OAgD5ohD07CQpbLBZCvfX6M7-eQLjQMLiRShFRhrtFRLyCVa7UU3yJQjb_Ca_Hd6oDsZxkj0o_h9zwvkaFJ6DOiMx060-c33w8xAQ27yDYdLIFIZNnO1Z8a4Rwuf5S2vZo-ge7OaI/s1600/IMG_3787.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQx-OAgD5ohD07CQpbLBZCvfX6M7-eQLjQMLiRShFRhrtFRLyCVa7UU3yJQjb_Ca_Hd6oDsZxkj0o_h9zwvkaFJ6DOiMx060-c33w8xAQ27yDYdLIFIZNnO1Z8a4Rwuf5S2vZo-ge7OaI/s400/IMG_3787.JPG" /></a><br /><br />When I opened this box it was like I was 7 years old again. My mom often made me things with roses on them because my middle name is Rose. That's exactly what Melinda had done and it was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nostalgic</span> and cute.<br /><br />First pic is a little rose necklace. I actually sneaked into my mom's room and stole a rose necklace from her once when I was like 6 because I thought it should belong to me. Now one does :-)<br /><br />Second pic is the handmade pillow and covered hat box. As soon as I saw this pillow I could just imagine Melinda stitching on every single one of these buttons into a letter M. It must have taken forever! Melli, thanks for taking that kind of time for me. And this box is perfect for storing my craft ribbons!<br /><br />Third and Fourth pics are my cute shabby chic rose bracelet. I love this! I've gotten lots of compliments and I'm totally making some more! SO cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgeqyDhNmewe4wJN1FxO8atvntSB03FQvEeqnValJ4fPnETbgFsGGyMAPik5eVQCfLQl9qXAMKcuVlNAQZVUZMEKNKDNrNI6dVJR8ghZOIHmTm_k8f-qCq1kswnriLXBDMqisRWjL8wk/s1600/Matt+PaynePreschool+Grad+10.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgeqyDhNmewe4wJN1FxO8atvntSB03FQvEeqnValJ4fPnETbgFsGGyMAPik5eVQCfLQl9qXAMKcuVlNAQZVUZMEKNKDNrNI6dVJR8ghZOIHmTm_k8f-qCq1kswnriLXBDMqisRWjL8wk/s400/Matt+PaynePreschool+Grad+10.jpg" /></a> </div>Thank you Melinda!!!! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-87493339142129669242010-05-31T10:07:00.000-07:002010-05-31T13:28:23.222-07:00Once Upon a Poison Oak...<div>We have a little tiny house and nice big super great yard. I mean, look how pretty!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477530138488966354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EWKajSSdRHAE7bxqL_otdat_MgixHayDWKExX1jjC8jgZYPQcqzKXDDljb8-fYl-HNj59aAhCIjEBOFq_dxov3f1Cfzu3p8JPc-Phfl7aq-Ve8xE46OVQTrRGjqqF0jnqf9LouF4QZc/s400/2009-10-06.jpg" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><div>But there are a few dangers, the creek and the busy street we are on, for starters. But the one that sneaked up on us has been the worst... poison oak. Here's how it went down. </div><br /><br /><div>During 2006 Spring yard clean-up, (you know raking up dead leaves and things that were buried in the snow) I developed an allergic reaction to something I touched. It was <em>horrible</em>. It would itch beyond belief, but scratching or rubbing it was like setting my arm on fire. NO JOKE. It kept me awake at night for over a week. It had hard blisters that would "weep". EW. EW. EW.(I've spared you the nastiness of the weeping sores photos- but I do have them!). I finally saw a doctor and found out it had gotten infected too. He had no idea what caused it except that it looked like a plant allergy. FINE. So we looked for new plants that I may have come in contant with, and Jeff killed it with poison. My arms took nearly 4 weeks to heal.</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477530124507648994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUT3gKFCHlDdNqPk1rz2KT8rcVU6gG97vgrJZwxWWpI3MWH5nk8A4i6XXhFivhDFQcPIPgekCVSNWw9l91CXRIgnsfa8dQXeNp_Xv4ju6BRBpCJzkEbEVtlIZIz7NNeDFbsvJzpvOWHq4/s400/2484.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477495734824721266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbholic8_QBGybrs2XrSeEjqbr_qvpCLc0NQFzOLELPbEKzwavYIdNKfX5Z77yl8Gdsbdaga10ZhzuxW_Bpq9gCTcEQ9FYBps9yJgUVVRbI_o-PmGJ0CT-iJpx2fKWdO7aoMW6F4b4OY/s400/2485.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div>There are all kinds of wild vegetation that we can't identify in our yard. We don't care though, it's pretty. One spring purple wild flowers sprang up, and they continueto bloom every spring. Awesome. Then another spring this dark leafy ground cover started growing along the creek. I loved that too- so pretty! It got a little taller as June progressed but I still thought it was pretty.</div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477530131776463714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3BgLNcicygv_kheQYZqNEkAgN9iStLdteycxzVzZftjpDKl1PfGG2BI_CvWnZ5p22Bcdwx-QIyCoy730UqHjuiPu-FTV7HPAH1cCMfg1pBOMrIaFyvlusjYCiNp26ZrdDfZwtCL7GXo/s400/411.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>At the end of June 2006, Jeff went on a trip for about a week. We were just fine at home. On Sunday night I let the kids play in the yard for 30 minutes before bed, got them cleaned up, in pajamas, and kissed them goodnight. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477533452980904322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-GYpoI3AEZ2pcfZUbmKfssxj-kFrtki6ocWald4V9dX8nVMSeT5CZoK_tHxqMxXPOvbDUUyfR2kM8R1TZ5vwQWxGN7wPNuh4sEQq7svAw6yRbW2g1AzWzf2BkG5gx5k0mNyOTVDU1Hc/s400/1472.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>No one was sick or unhappy, but after 3 year old Bear took his nap the next day he looked like this:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477495718259454482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzCuEYQkRI8FckECLZJULdWUeVxjuQrDJoPskxxgq7c7pRiMi2KhTOrxndo9sDFkYk9KwgOwDOuXSGONv703l0LtmTyMi4a1sTBLfUj7uZS9kH8GfDxEsM4vyZjt33lk-czmdvMhYaJ0/s400/2493.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477495727849714850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNuByVKsL0GieDFIWr7fAK2eAvjO7PwsF56lSM5PVgChsFjO5njHIdGbprVJZNHbIcC0JAowedwFle46wq_7UQZS2DSMKkxZUljWvaZ0ZYJ3NOfnqvveNUtKF_W-XFRY4YzFbhXy1lvo/s400/2488.JPG" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Odd. Slightly swollen but nothing alarming. I decided to take a picture to so I could compare it later to see if it got worse. IT DID.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>My mother-in-law-offered to take the kids overnight so I could have a break from being a single mother (she's crazy awesome like that). But she called me the next morning to tell me that he looked worse. MUCH worse. When I saw him I was horrified- so I rushed him to Insta Care.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477495704976346034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxUSJBFybOzxf_vTNwWb07BxNhTMaCNRR6jIbM9-Om7IWr-iKGQZX4gz7YocadgrhlelumCVMbulOtkYrl0bBxDCNrBboztDlphNsUoe-tNfE6k50RM1NpQBIHp3a7kDiOmpDDDkvBx4/s400/2496.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477495713498043506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgagAStU6AoKivUh1TKDiMMWo359Trj0-awG_xtrnZqAQ_1mtxoQ6dh6buZqUzkAtBVemtV71VdlGcYYRt9vrKdgymTIDaj1Hx5mslYnOG2Ff6K6ZBCpexhppdjXC_y6gpeawyAMidjM/s400/2494.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>The strange thing was that he really didn't seem uncomfortable. They did a lot of shoulder shrugging and one doctor suggested it was probably poison oak. Of course! My neighbors had mentioned in the past that there was a lot of poison oak in our area. </div><br /><br /><div>Over the next few days he got a little worse...</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477494944530148754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d-hwFIhMs4St-DFjx-zwM72y5S04AV_p941zO-QaaQUrb-YZ4eYd8pVBGd7aOvYsKQFkj3vLC3Wc0gUTcuVGU-fiUOj4MNn17dMmkHKO15ZMIgOhEXkxBJJc6RQWP215JgBm6z2JfmE/s400/2497.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477494954336767954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4r3WHvNBNVDvqemVEqjZaH4rZfQAlk6R2ok2Q7FAAMAXDfPs2aCFirxV0hmr74YxqsLxh26zFz0S6G99yX_SyDKxQG6T29Zb3tCfZY595Oox9hzY8WYmpoUp8cr8DgxDduCHwgFK5_js/s400/2499.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div>... and then slowly better. By the time Jeff got home, Bear looked like this:</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491884710238642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FZpynM-_I-2Q4UtXjURkt-AqCrGBPnVG4rNZK0fikfi5UpruDXEkA-Qh_Hb4lHm6_dYQrgCD-Hy5m-AHxCQYxPrj4VBsk0eh1pKStEi1XQtVvZp51qWNWUN65cvBbvJEfaa-dtX01aE/s400/2501.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491875918706210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVNZ1uSKES6PlGtIhXfKMTqPtlJuNJLpD3Kp7s8gMGgO3A_am0fY2nUJph2gQ7u6XXFHEarLrLVwLSx9SWOTw7bPpPMZvK2SuwVqZnpQLFmebYa2S7rL2AkvA3oBoAUbhpcFQ-yXMzso/s400/2500.JPG" />Jeff said he looked Chinese.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Unfortunately, by the time Jeff got home, MY lips looked like this:</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491271917051698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf8yi4PLLyW1Buza4f-gfIdoeZ1SOWBjqXK2qxoQ-t36LytlF5wKmn7AsWsIyE8aKTJBdVjy-3h1wmSaThI-mJFZWeTh3PuD3P1v_5GajoR5uG_ov9iWUPKWD-5KTvEcbML8UUaIo3fU/s400/2585.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div>I had <em>kissed Bear goodnight before I'd known he'd rubbed flipping poison oak all over his face</em>! I don't know why it took a few days longer to affect me, but I'm glad it waited because I was able to focus on my poor swollen baby.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>I swore to Jeff that if we ever got poison oak again we were MOVING. I was not going through this again. We finally figured out which plant it was and got rid of it (it's that nice big leafy plant behind Bear at the creek's edge). And every spring we carefully watch for new growth and keep it at bay. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>The End. (Don't use this for a bed time story. I've found that these pictures frighten children... and some adults.)<br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-41207562277734353942010-05-25T12:09:00.000-07:002010-05-25T12:09:41.214-07:00Camera Shy<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> Gabers is actually not camera shy at all. But the other day he <em>was</em> very grouchy and did NOT want his big brother taking his picture in the car.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85S1QYAqeGZ8J-E3NzCasr-p39wX9Gomt-Inf0mpbmp9CpP2l9T-SANyj9nev6ig9rWjlc13RstPYLoTwrebeKoDIn9Gipkz_pv8gVTGrqZRHD9UsXeJ5dk4uxigLBmUcyeECD5OjeaM/s1600/DSC06340.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85S1QYAqeGZ8J-E3NzCasr-p39wX9Gomt-Inf0mpbmp9CpP2l9T-SANyj9nev6ig9rWjlc13RstPYLoTwrebeKoDIn9Gipkz_pv8gVTGrqZRHD9UsXeJ5dk4uxigLBmUcyeECD5OjeaM/s400/DSC06340.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYrDSdt-SRUsu0uwxHH9GeXdtmVh4h4ijx2fsXUjT-MP5XPaxRjlAFTCjRAsHOAhh0Ux1vQbaaVN1Ok2iT46gFJnAhIzfRfeJcJt67tewYT3Sji60NxEz1-8S-E0qBrQLd2F8ot6i8yg/s1600/DSC06344.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYrDSdt-SRUsu0uwxHH9GeXdtmVh4h4ijx2fsXUjT-MP5XPaxRjlAFTCjRAsHOAhh0Ux1vQbaaVN1Ok2iT46gFJnAhIzfRfeJcJt67tewYT3Sji60NxEz1-8S-E0qBrQLd2F8ot6i8yg/s400/DSC06344.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJd6yjtEAv_OwXFkZ-m88FBuzXoI_MiOUQVtomf9NNgARL9yk3BS-nTSQgF7CffQ6Po2FcnpSUWg0By4byLmLiQgo4UZ7I_0aUG0v_qya30UFQY3vl6e5bZ3tX_iVMEOmlnhzagvXVT4/s1600/DSC06339.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJd6yjtEAv_OwXFkZ-m88FBuzXoI_MiOUQVtomf9NNgARL9yk3BS-nTSQgF7CffQ6Po2FcnpSUWg0By4byLmLiQgo4UZ7I_0aUG0v_qya30UFQY3vl6e5bZ3tX_iVMEOmlnhzagvXVT4/s400/DSC06339.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAamkG9ekWqJepxwsqkOZLHT3cIoRvgiaNhc-gGXrBs867XNhyq7rc3174_aimgm7k1hcD77zr59c-S9N3CmKg6DsDhJtGpgcmvEvZBbM4Gl8cdBsC9nvIQTUvTaMZnKZKUegFIP6_zsY/s1600/DSC06330.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAamkG9ekWqJepxwsqkOZLHT3cIoRvgiaNhc-gGXrBs867XNhyq7rc3174_aimgm7k1hcD77zr59c-S9N3CmKg6DsDhJtGpgcmvEvZBbM4Gl8cdBsC9nvIQTUvTaMZnKZKUegFIP6_zsY/s400/DSC06330.JPG" /></a> </div>That's all . I just thought these pictures were funny. :-)<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-36658753732035360352010-05-19T11:53:00.000-07:002010-05-19T12:43:51.504-07:00Rez PrezI was under the impression in the past that as a member of a Relief Society Presidency one would have a sobering and serious work to do. And although that can be true, I've found that as a member of such a presidency there is much more love and cheerfulness and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">silliness</span> than I expected. I've found some of my dearest friends.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Holla</span> to Sue, Heidi and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Joannie</span>- MY <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rez</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Prez</span>.<br /><br /><br />We went out for a birthday dinner last month and it was <em>too much fun</em>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCT-HzfnLfcabrb6WtzwNSV24wg6c7vPirQncp2dEVMKtcmiK05Mtso0x89yRVWnIk9ULvrjVD18aV1WSmPd9d_gJsKSCXAnbg8ELsc66_AVBslgus-pUzpIKaNqaFuEdgxbL9i4CTZs/s1600/DSC06249.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065790287168082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCT-HzfnLfcabrb6WtzwNSV24wg6c7vPirQncp2dEVMKtcmiK05Mtso0x89yRVWnIk9ULvrjVD18aV1WSmPd9d_gJsKSCXAnbg8ELsc66_AVBslgus-pUzpIKaNqaFuEdgxbL9i4CTZs/s400/DSC06249.JPG" /></a> When we got to the restaurant it was so windy outside (stupid stupid wind) that it revamped our hair for us. Don't Sue and I look pretty??? This is honestly truly what happened to our hair. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Haha</span>!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIip5C_AbDhctvLqF34GgeYJpbKCLThn02fkjC8uUtutLQLYwUMIKr43zaNBC44LsilsMzr6DDhli9epQB6Syj8kiw5hv8KF0S2r1fi0QyqL9yVMkaeAyyfRnMJbTOjPYLycgcukTrMIA/s1600/DSC06250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065783201475458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIip5C_AbDhctvLqF34GgeYJpbKCLThn02fkjC8uUtutLQLYwUMIKr43zaNBC44LsilsMzr6DDhli9epQB6Syj8kiw5hv8KF0S2r1fi0QyqL9yVMkaeAyyfRnMJbTOjPYLycgcukTrMIA/s400/DSC06250.JPG" /></a> Heidi forgot her reading glasses, so all she had to read her menu with were her prescription sunglasses! I couldn't stop giggling as she read her menu or looked up at the waiter over her glasses- she looked like some starlet who didn't want to be recognized in public. </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nOP_Z4Yw2FXfSPXkozfZ7IzxLhaPPs_R6JholC2lxRYdRXkquF6PQX_FNXia0WMmomwhUoch_5h9K99dbDkOpGrqDCwnE2UHS272TAu1tsgV6FB0PSXsbccSRzTS839tlfWusPSZ33A/s1600/DSC06251.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065778223972882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nOP_Z4Yw2FXfSPXkozfZ7IzxLhaPPs_R6JholC2lxRYdRXkquF6PQX_FNXia0WMmomwhUoch_5h9K99dbDkOpGrqDCwnE2UHS272TAu1tsgV6FB0PSXsbccSRzTS839tlfWusPSZ33A/s400/DSC06251.JPG" /></a> We mostly ordered a bunch of appetizers for dinner. It was so unhealthy and indulgent, but boy was it GOOD.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1ftO9B1Ml5QkCxBje5qUFppcTsuPax_1El9LBwGlg-qV90Vg7KXQ6dcIR9heI1hRTikHJX3O9arYdxcmwW3s_bdCkuSgdNgf9pjOKposnvObiSNu2MquhPUix40U-e68bQXbrCgWwgE/s1600/DSC06253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065614601897074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1ftO9B1Ml5QkCxBje5qUFppcTsuPax_1El9LBwGlg-qV90Vg7KXQ6dcIR9heI1hRTikHJX3O9arYdxcmwW3s_bdCkuSgdNgf9pjOKposnvObiSNu2MquhPUix40U-e68bQXbrCgWwgE/s400/DSC06253.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We then shared a slice of chocolate cake.... Happy Birthday Sue and Heidi!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip28iCQTRwMBxqIIJxmSyVlrZLnZZGEpoBuy89SkJIbLuNYCZg95fADQ3nUgMCqYdS1xM5_wZKG-xfsOPttDffae2worZA_-TZIFa6fHw1grBkoMRLlDxU9Lolu8rjBmkwPJSL98inotQ/s1600/DSC06259.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065606014031362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip28iCQTRwMBxqIIJxmSyVlrZLnZZGEpoBuy89SkJIbLuNYCZg95fADQ3nUgMCqYdS1xM5_wZKG-xfsOPttDffae2worZA_-TZIFa6fHw1grBkoMRLlDxU9Lolu8rjBmkwPJSL98inotQ/s400/DSC06259.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Me and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Joannie</span> digging in....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYq45__m1ab9-SAORRFC3tdzKR9vT1BLBWMuaA2RspgGzQDJ-H0uGhN9TWp1iUZOh-FzvEo81pT3jkxSLpROkAMSK8kUoyxz2mzIOFjl7EsaHpRssepA2Sp-bz-iKZAjUyf8mtHjrsy3A/s1600/DSC06260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065601690272530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYq45__m1ab9-SAORRFC3tdzKR9vT1BLBWMuaA2RspgGzQDJ-H0uGhN9TWp1iUZOh-FzvEo81pT3jkxSLpROkAMSK8kUoyxz2mzIOFjl7EsaHpRssepA2Sp-bz-iKZAjUyf8mtHjrsy3A/s400/DSC06260.JPG" /></a><br />After dinner we went shopping for a bit. Yes, we're in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lingerie</span> department. Don't judge us, sometimes a girl needs a new bra!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HaLsiBu-o-rL7xRL5_AWev2rOK6ufb0jrl8IoqSmap_N3bJu1_BOYRn6WBPX8J1WhtkQzMGy2MH4s6s0li0-KRd_yYXO8F7AQ0nlznjC8PrgLsWnX1HQgNJ3jQx8-Ly7JPaVrH-fadw/s1600/DSC06261.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065593992931138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HaLsiBu-o-rL7xRL5_AWev2rOK6ufb0jrl8IoqSmap_N3bJu1_BOYRn6WBPX8J1WhtkQzMGy2MH4s6s0li0-KRd_yYXO8F7AQ0nlznjC8PrgLsWnX1HQgNJ3jQx8-Ly7JPaVrH-fadw/s400/DSC06261.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7QFgh8bR4X7_2W8kDhsrv2mr9axWwLtYFCzGO6i5cIY0lymUeSzgYauqavVyHtby-ue72WLCfOXOUaao-iN7FQFKL4HTEcX-MQujDlJ219irN_MgnRT6uQYqyk64uK9Iesq6uAtPekQ/s1600/DSC06262.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065587161960226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7QFgh8bR4X7_2W8kDhsrv2mr9axWwLtYFCzGO6i5cIY0lymUeSzgYauqavVyHtby-ue72WLCfOXOUaao-iN7FQFKL4HTEcX-MQujDlJ219irN_MgnRT6uQYqyk64uK9Iesq6uAtPekQ/s400/DSC06262.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I love you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rez</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Prez</span>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love hanging out with you a few times a week, caring for others, meeting new people in our ward, sharing our testimonies, and learning from your greatness. And I can't WAIT for our next birthday dinner! :-)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-72503686900194685862010-05-19T11:47:00.000-07:002010-05-19T11:50:27.026-07:00Toilet Troubles<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">This is Jeff. He was woken on Saturday morning 2 weeks ago by children telling him the toilet didn't work. So poor Jeff tried to plunge the toilet for 10 minutes. When that didn't work he got out the pipe snake and worked at that for about 20 minutes. THEN he ended up <em>disassembling the whole thing.<br /></em><br />He then took it outside to find out what may or may not be blocking the flow of traffic, so to speak.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABWefAadkFoAtV0RkRI-a6-t8v9126i2PI-h4Gqba8trRKzxyPCtUdvbLJMOsYq0MNc79_ypD-OX9vyQUtWc-WTJqfQAywBn87HbjJjOpkbGRkiMR6aKXGTx91Eflc80-RFpG6jhPj7Q/s1600/DSC06360.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABWefAadkFoAtV0RkRI-a6-t8v9126i2PI-h4Gqba8trRKzxyPCtUdvbLJMOsYq0MNc79_ypD-OX9vyQUtWc-WTJqfQAywBn87HbjJjOpkbGRkiMR6aKXGTx91Eflc80-RFpG6jhPj7Q/s400/DSC06360.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iWwPELARgr6tP0djTDQf4TgYV486r9XtrdUAqIWpSuTMGp9DUPXlD5k2FpgRYMw7-me-V00VvDJqjNyz5NgOOUnfv_t5c4_gy_a74Eb0ZhUmeqrLsKRm0sHxDbvthUb7ijjkdRURTZk/s1600/DSC06361.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iWwPELARgr6tP0djTDQf4TgYV486r9XtrdUAqIWpSuTMGp9DUPXlD5k2FpgRYMw7-me-V00VvDJqjNyz5NgOOUnfv_t5c4_gy_a74Eb0ZhUmeqrLsKRm0sHxDbvthUb7ijjkdRURTZk/s400/DSC06361.JPG" /></a> </div>Here is the culprit: <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZvq5wUafzZDiNlVq-yM-HaUx_vbpSeQlwedj58sysbJRV9phq8IbfLeQ4ks4DRjon-WeyvUyvMZ-GD_zLtQ4gCAVflYU4BuOe77YFBlirqW7GRoXZTKnO5Gnfq02IifqDeaPs1DAtxM/s1600/DSC06367.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZvq5wUafzZDiNlVq-yM-HaUx_vbpSeQlwedj58sysbJRV9phq8IbfLeQ4ks4DRjon-WeyvUyvMZ-GD_zLtQ4gCAVflYU4BuOe77YFBlirqW7GRoXZTKnO5Gnfq02IifqDeaPs1DAtxM/s400/DSC06367.JPG" /></a> </div><br />HOW IN THE WORLD DOES ONE ACCIDENTALLY FLUSH THE LID TO AN AEROSOL CAN? How?!?! Why can't anyone tell me exactly how this happened?<br /><br />After the mystery was solved, Jeff had to go to Home Depot to buy replacement bolts and a seal (or something, don't ask me) before he could put it all back together... sigh...<br /><br />You know, my brother told me that somewhere in cyber space theres an entire blog dedicated to stuff that children have ruined of their parent's. I understand that anyone can post things. I may look in to that.<br /><br />And that is how Jeff spent the first 2 hours of his Saturday morning. The End. <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-13907695168942006912010-05-08T10:04:00.000-07:002010-05-08T10:18:23.087-07:00Dream Package numero dos<div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">This time for our Dream Package swap the theme was "My Favorite Things". In the rotation Sheryl and I were sending to each other. It was sorta funny that we would end up doing this particular theme for each other because we kind of already know all each other's favorite things. I mean, come on, we've been best friends for fifteen years. But it ended up being really fun to decide which things to do! It was a challenge to make ourselves stay in the budget, and it was also really funny to discuss it all after we got our packages to see the thought process that went into each item.<br /><br />See all my cute brown paper packages tied up with strings! FUN. Sheryl is gift wrapper/presenter extraordinaire.<br /><br />I got lots of cute things: notepad and pen because she has always LOVED to doodle, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Milano</span> cookies because if you don't love these frankly you're stupid, chick flick, children's books, fabric quarters...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9OKDPkFfKzvmJ5dCHsJsHcO_QCqwdiz5fvT_Sd9Lv2PEPVzaNRQ98l75_zDwCD7t-ckqKNskkdglFctDK5KiMZYIT8Pw2q1iXgW0XmFIQwwMIn4hTgNpj68ZFPWbDBs-G2xnB51niIU/s1600/May+2010.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9OKDPkFfKzvmJ5dCHsJsHcO_QCqwdiz5fvT_Sd9Lv2PEPVzaNRQ98l75_zDwCD7t-ckqKNskkdglFctDK5KiMZYIT8Pw2q1iXgW0XmFIQwwMIn4hTgNpj68ZFPWbDBs-G2xnB51niIU/s400/May+2010.jpg" /></a> </div>...and MY most favorite thing in the package, a satin flower she made to clip onto my purse. I bought this functional, yet somewhat boring bag months ago and I've been trying to figure out how to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">snazz</span> it up. She bought satin in the exact colors I had mentioned and I LOVE IT. As a matter of fact, I lost it at the grocery store the other day and I <em>panicked</em>. I went straight back to the store and hunted it down. Whew! Thank you to Adam the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">bagger</span> at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Macey's</span> for finding it for me!!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468948072427385298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ7Zna3rTmOC2WBxZfGd3MaWvzB3UP3w9LJswwNb3hwjYgDmdYnf11PpIs4J_bw7EbnL0nkzbNV8N-NXTnXd7F-484ygzikatOlglsm_SBsVSYcFydH7ZkJiaxiA-xx1fff2nJ6aOY2k/s400/DSC06316.JPG" /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAFzoD8lbTnHA-sgk7OvW1rnfY47oDH74jUI31oeEnZjDNb3SeVINCuPCIrBOeXAMhldFBJb2aJRzYdlx2oYi8hphL2Busb-cXUkBNflrerm5lgF2zZ_m0IWHbJguAKmMjV2DG80JxCU/s1600/DSC06314.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAFzoD8lbTnHA-sgk7OvW1rnfY47oDH74jUI31oeEnZjDNb3SeVINCuPCIrBOeXAMhldFBJb2aJRzYdlx2oYi8hphL2Busb-cXUkBNflrerm5lgF2zZ_m0IWHbJguAKmMjV2DG80JxCU/s400/DSC06314.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Special recognition goes to Nathanael and Max. They took some of these photos for me and also discovered this hidden message in the bottom of the box under the packing paper!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468948063256270786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WpiaWSLI2cYnK4NUYEyLYx93-gpj1s5yw8KUsuszOpRGjchPiplEMy4yKvUHPdjbQ-mC0Sc_ohiobT1QjLOJY5jj9lr5UMShbk6wzjkOAyRC3451tddkkyqTEEIggpzMMj2t_fgjSdM/s400/DSC06309.JPG" />I love my best friend Sheryl and I love that she'd a doer. We're different and same in all the right ways to make us mesh just perfectly.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-32711585196935512322010-04-29T12:37:00.000-07:002010-05-08T10:22:44.860-07:00Never alone....<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">I am never alone. Which to the lonely may seem quite nice. Just like I admire all your quiet time and opportunities to shower. But there comes a point where the constant company of tiny humans that never cease to need need need you starts to mess with your mind.<br /><br />The other day I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">looking</span> for something (on behalf of a child of course) and as I walked around hunting I was talking to myself. I talk to myself a lot. Not because there is no one to hear me, it's just because no one listens. So I'm mumbling: "Maybe it's over here, nope." "Did it get left under the?....no" "Well, maybe if people would put things away...". As I'm searching I tell the children to stay upstairs and look, while I look downstairs. I continue to mumble. "I swear we saw it when we were in here a minute ago. Why can't we remember...". Then I stop. I'm sorry, "we" who? Michelle, you are talking to <em>yourself</em>.<br /><br />I think I may be going mad. The continuous hum of little voices and all the no-longer-warm meals are going to my head.<br /><br />We're going crazy now aren't we precious?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-63350113632031649662010-04-13T09:09:00.000-07:002010-04-13T09:10:02.174-07:00Happy Valentines Day!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">This is what my two school boys did for their Valentines boxes this year.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijr5AmBDZshPQy_i5ZCJ0o-xcmlaJDYkDRFrXDycBlKim9P68jb5Dob0onkudHXaI_0s23BS0caOLjBR1sWkQdmgKkixiY3K6uFrbjNBaQWZZDJnkX1lTmYDdqAGy0TCfsauA9UCSFQFY/s1600/IMG_2865.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijr5AmBDZshPQy_i5ZCJ0o-xcmlaJDYkDRFrXDycBlKim9P68jb5Dob0onkudHXaI_0s23BS0caOLjBR1sWkQdmgKkixiY3K6uFrbjNBaQWZZDJnkX1lTmYDdqAGy0TCfsauA9UCSFQFY/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" /></a> </div>Their classmates could put the Valentines in the tank or the bowl:<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgWiNl3VSM7PL8sc5LSOcLRgyoTZ2dluYC99ZzFqf1KjaFehpugzZ9IOS9ZAVO6EjPygDz7xCyTwqz0kx5t6kd883cVpcV1drlSstQiI0olgPQG0qNcYyyUgowJ7eaNLmZ_aM_9SDBrk/s1600/IMG_2866.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgWiNl3VSM7PL8sc5LSOcLRgyoTZ2dluYC99ZzFqf1KjaFehpugzZ9IOS9ZAVO6EjPygDz7xCyTwqz0kx5t6kd883cVpcV1drlSstQiI0olgPQG0qNcYyyUgowJ7eaNLmZ_aM_9SDBrk/s400/IMG_2866.JPG" /></a> </div>One boy chose to have a tiny tissue box on top and the other chose flowers. I can't decide which I like better. I think its the tisses...<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiyyHBXzbSo8RVrKsgq2HBW8HHqWUOkwLi2LW-Mz_XNsCETkJZL-HiN0UJRramhgD-ZvqninFfBXdw7pNNbzIsf62Mk35TbvsRrylL87kkOAcjVuQkvu670Rl9sWkX6nmmvL-amtnGPE/s1600/IMG_2873.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiyyHBXzbSo8RVrKsgq2HBW8HHqWUOkwLi2LW-Mz_XNsCETkJZL-HiN0UJRramhgD-ZvqninFfBXdw7pNNbzIsf62Mk35TbvsRrylL87kkOAcjVuQkvu670Rl9sWkX6nmmvL-amtnGPE/s400/IMG_2873.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Did you ever have a favorite Valentines box for school?</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-76816090245849490152010-04-10T19:12:00.000-07:002010-04-10T19:17:28.607-07:00Emily and AdamI just wanted to share of few of my favorite shots from the wedding I shot today.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjvLUOTJ4gPujfIsJAsW9yoOk5Hrt7l6eu4tPESHa9NVEWz6Rcw4idsbrQRD8SA_a4T0xbuPRIS7DXie5Oig5rv-ZwyvXj0WfbruhoOa28yjtXi24BaYhmDaFh3Ah1dfFHXY40VBvQnQ/s1600/IMG_3124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458697744551570866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjvLUOTJ4gPujfIsJAsW9yoOk5Hrt7l6eu4tPESHa9NVEWz6Rcw4idsbrQRD8SA_a4T0xbuPRIS7DXie5Oig5rv-ZwyvXj0WfbruhoOa28yjtXi24BaYhmDaFh3Ah1dfFHXY40VBvQnQ/s400/IMG_3124.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAa89CTkILCx6vE8vtZyAQ_is7iBA_ECDKeqP9X9DHu2VN9Ih-cYvkFUaZoCYy1R8O0iuGmrzC7vTYWKSl1BxtZSOx7eAE0hiF71khuRDZL6ITC5LDas37XCKva9oyC4veNnGSji1FR58/s1600/IMG_3125.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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"I just think things should <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">wook</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">propehleh</span>".<br /><br />I've recently taught my older sons how to use said vacuum. However, they just don't care how much your vacuum costs, or about doing things <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">propehleh</span>, they just care about getting the chore over with. And that is exactly why my perfect purple vacuum stopped working for the first time in 4 years. So I called the phone number printed right on my vacuum, and a patient and competent woman actually <em><strong>helped me</strong></em>. WHAT? I know!! I don't remember the last time I called a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">manufacturer</span>, or a credit card company, or my insurance and actually got help. AND I was able to solve the problem! Wow. YOU should invest in a Dyson. Seriously.<br /><br />What was the problem you ask? Well, just take a look at all the stuff that my children sucked up into the vacuum that got stuck in that little gray tube.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAn-kZshwcqMBHoNCs-kwX0PlLcj1oV8toYBQ3dcid2VlWgrFZsXlYC0XIdG5ptDxnvv322GZaYuj10en6jAlgnfwW4hSw8Bck7WldeVqHW-nHhXLmvSCgP1LQDeeIuoSDgiESIkn_KUo/s1600/DSC05711.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAn-kZshwcqMBHoNCs-kwX0PlLcj1oV8toYBQ3dcid2VlWgrFZsXlYC0XIdG5ptDxnvv322GZaYuj10en6jAlgnfwW4hSw8Bck7WldeVqHW-nHhXLmvSCgP1LQDeeIuoSDgiESIkn_KUo/s400/DSC05711.JPG" /></a> </div>A puzzle piece? A BALL POINT PEN? Come on guys. You can't possibly think that either one of those is okay.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-2716821677991950442010-04-09T21:07:00.000-07:002010-04-09T21:07:52.649-07:00Dying Easter Eggs<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">These pics pretty much explain themselves. Cute boys, eggs, and dye.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpsE3LDyTBieUs5cWYAhhFNtDfvI6N4abFit19BGX31m8_HBuqkVcWb0X_oDkT55Iklt2fSQ8YD8yw5T__FfF64gw4VTlGKKlBRbbOr-xe-46Vv8R12KpWmv433HSxkxjy6HxZZNaQZg/s1600/Easter-Max+7th.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpsE3LDyTBieUs5cWYAhhFNtDfvI6N4abFit19BGX31m8_HBuqkVcWb0X_oDkT55Iklt2fSQ8YD8yw5T__FfF64gw4VTlGKKlBRbbOr-xe-46Vv8R12KpWmv433HSxkxjy6HxZZNaQZg/s400/Easter-Max+7th.jpg" /></a> </div>My mom got this totally brill idea from a magazine and passed along the information. This worked so well! The egg was easy to get in and out of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">whisk</span>, and there was no balancing act with a spoon or those metal octagons that come with a dye kit. I conveniently had three <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">whisks</span> so, of course, the oldest gets stuck with the balancing act, but he can handle it.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImS5VoI_GiAHMRz0-KkY5NWZfvzesxdv2N_QenMLoara2P_wFhvCHZjmtALxDfHWFda2_7z8tpzYpwAyJedGAMcka2PACh8X0dFRThyajkaGrYIGLRMudLrAo3rFUI1h_uJEkAsugN-k/s1600/IMG_2995.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImS5VoI_GiAHMRz0-KkY5NWZfvzesxdv2N_QenMLoara2P_wFhvCHZjmtALxDfHWFda2_7z8tpzYpwAyJedGAMcka2PACh8X0dFRThyajkaGrYIGLRMudLrAo3rFUI1h_uJEkAsugN-k/s400/IMG_2995.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5xEH3nL2yo2nS48jEFQAH3HXz5F853g3lwA0hUhtH8PzgDh34tEsxVt_fAwvnS2wklJ1dcVHkKLJ4E95q7bXimOU2jErKxZHnCLRrbwzlBJkTc2IP4lhUBbAbU7nxR0GaPeGtoSj3dc/s1600/IMG_2994.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5xEH3nL2yo2nS48jEFQAH3HXz5F853g3lwA0hUhtH8PzgDh34tEsxVt_fAwvnS2wklJ1dcVHkKLJ4E95q7bXimOU2jErKxZHnCLRrbwzlBJkTc2IP4lhUBbAbU7nxR0GaPeGtoSj3dc/s400/IMG_2994.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Vy6DXpQSY1SN2uIt9BBKWpPsk41ru6l9VPEYiPsSUAzHezTAmQsy54YChUIAzeDVwI30VYKv1vcgIqIF0ng7uvKHbpKyUz1suohhtCooFnlk6QQR9UzBidS6kr_hbFtP1FoRi-n3McQ/s1600/IMG_3015.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Vy6DXpQSY1SN2uIt9BBKWpPsk41ru6l9VPEYiPsSUAzHezTAmQsy54YChUIAzeDVwI30VYKv1vcgIqIF0ng7uvKHbpKyUz1suohhtCooFnlk6QQR9UzBidS6kr_hbFtP1FoRi-n3McQ/s400/IMG_3015.JPG" /></a> </div>There you have it.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-3014007271563823002010-04-06T12:11:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:11:21.753-07:00My dream package finally got here! WOOHOO!I have been blessed many times in my life with great friends. I always love it when I find someone new that I really connect with. And it seems as though my friends always fall into categories, you know, depending on when and where I met them, or how I associate with them. Is this how it is for everyone? Well, Sheryl, being my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span>, falls in with several different groups of my friends- I mean, it's only natural.<br /><br />Lately, my newest little group is something we like to call "The Dream Team", not to be confused with my beloved Support <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hotties</span>, Preschool Moms, Singing Ladies, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rez</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Prez</span>, Ward Friends, School Moms, or High School Friends. Unfortunately, the members of the Dream Team don't exactly live next door to each other. Sheryl and I live about 45 minutes apart (in good weather and traffic), and Shellie and Melinda live on pretty much opposite ends of the country. How did we meet? Well, the stars aligned, Fate was on our side, Luck was our lady, and Destiny was ignited. That's how. Now stop asking questions and let me finish.<br /><br />We've designed a way to cheer each other up during this crazy unpredictable weather (that's right, Kevin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Eubanks</span> and Dan Pope, you heard me, not even you seem to be able to guess it quite right lately). We are sick of cold and snow, and want some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">flippin</span>' sunshine. I'm pretty sure all credit goes to Sheryl for initiating this, but I have loved that these girls aren't all talk- they are doers! So we'll be rotating names and sending each other packages in the mail for the next few months. FUN!<br /><br />I sent a package to Melinda in Washington, and I loved being able to pick things out for her. It was kind of tricky at times to keep with in the budget we set, but I'm always up to a challenge... well, maybe not always, but this time for sure.<br /><br />Shellie sent a package to me from Georgia. Shout out to Shellie- <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">HOLLA</span>! I love my stuff!!!! Here are some photos of me opening my package. (I hadn't washed my hair or put on make -up. If you want to see pics of me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">lookin</span>' pretty, find a different post...)<br /><br /><br /><br />I was on the phone with Sheryl when the UPS man knocked on my door, so Sheryl told me she wanted to be in the picture. Can you tell I just told her to smile?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNHp7pd_IYENon36ky-ed-Jds62tmP2f1JF1q84e4WkxPTb2JuKVyWWEFuLoRk876DCdeDc8rhN0OQtMSe9rQdXJrn37z0YeVkuPep5U_4c7gcYPkklJw1WpB3OSW1_4nr8TDe_in1ZU/s1600/DSC06082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107795172542578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNHp7pd_IYENon36ky-ed-Jds62tmP2f1JF1q84e4WkxPTb2JuKVyWWEFuLoRk876DCdeDc8rhN0OQtMSe9rQdXJrn37z0YeVkuPep5U_4c7gcYPkklJw1WpB3OSW1_4nr8TDe_in1ZU/s400/DSC06082.JPG" /></a> Everything was in this tote bag. Isn't that the cutest bag for a mom/create-y person like me?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Z-N13CEv0JKPzChSrUrCi1pd25D9FT3iPxAC4WySfu7dEDMbpNGx1HRqycPXwnGG35_OI7FEqwFr5p7yyO_0C6OToa91WwPYR_IGjN8apIi2yxft6TpcWctsCvFqh2g3BAQuttr_xww/s1600/DSC06086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107686607014370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Z-N13CEv0JKPzChSrUrCi1pd25D9FT3iPxAC4WySfu7dEDMbpNGx1HRqycPXwnGG35_OI7FEqwFr5p7yyO_0C6OToa91WwPYR_IGjN8apIi2yxft6TpcWctsCvFqh2g3BAQuttr_xww/s400/DSC06086.JPG" /></a><br />Springy Colored binder with a suggestion written on it for it's purpose... can I fit a new house in this folder? :-)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipt1EKmrzlJz-IIElUJQ92E6P6w3-9b-3bxGoNgErepK6XB1fGVPu3cDvMRgwkXU-Ml27jHbaqAocEpGt9OClQ5so65-plpCxgILhULr4rWFGqGP9uroI6tjd08f-SBD9pHlBkD3gqVyk/s1600/DSC06087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107684711803346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipt1EKmrzlJz-IIElUJQ92E6P6w3-9b-3bxGoNgErepK6XB1fGVPu3cDvMRgwkXU-Ml27jHbaqAocEpGt9OClQ5so65-plpCxgILhULr4rWFGqGP9uroI6tjd08f-SBD9pHlBkD3gqVyk/s400/DSC06087.JPG" /></a><br /><br />The rest of the stuff was in this cute springy wrapped box. Actually, I was so excited to get my Dream Package, that I quickly started to unwrap this before I snapped a picture. So before I took off the lid, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">rewrapped</span> it to take a photo. But as soon as I finished wrapping it and replacing the bow, I forgot what I was doing and started opening it again before I took a picture. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hahaha</span>! Then I did it again! I'm such an idiot that I ended up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">rewrapping</span> it THREE times. HA! I blame Sheryl on the phone, she was distracting me.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBy2ERER5cXlAE8dPf0_72TvE84UlghLayoNH2Q0WrpqQDn8PMfzwp_GILdEwSb4F9C4hP3Z60SJTV2b3Acuj5m5RlnOKhjDAmIGlFWbZQ28hOoRAXlcdY5rW1OgC1Yde7DZcSKeFMyk/s1600/DSC06089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107676337543170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBy2ERER5cXlAE8dPf0_72TvE84UlghLayoNH2Q0WrpqQDn8PMfzwp_GILdEwSb4F9C4hP3Z60SJTV2b3Acuj5m5RlnOKhjDAmIGlFWbZQ28hOoRAXlcdY5rW1OgC1Yde7DZcSKeFMyk/s400/DSC06089.JPG" /></a><br />Inside were these tins.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAg3k322ZxF3AfAfX-yS45b44ZjzBl-3y69rTGl5Wk-sbpSpIibGt6OoKTIVfru2V3JTiLth-ltMf1clJ019vvfwsv6e5w_Ys5AE5121LtVmKljM0jjOL_11XwK2x45ni41gdXJwpgIs/s1600/DSC06090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107665572719378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAg3k322ZxF3AfAfX-yS45b44ZjzBl-3y69rTGl5Wk-sbpSpIibGt6OoKTIVfru2V3JTiLth-ltMf1clJ019vvfwsv6e5w_Ys5AE5121LtVmKljM0jjOL_11XwK2x45ni41gdXJwpgIs/s400/DSC06090.JPG" /></a> And in the tins were other bright colored Springy odds and ends. Spring green tank top, socks, and sponges. Then she included my favorite scented soap from Bed Bath and Beyond. I can smell the Coconut Lime on my hands right now. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmmm</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9ODEdwx-wWi0GpagrVA3bBJhQTZq2h_aYSAuFXf-cRbGUjm5doBlY7pKEuW2Yhn2a2vxQXjbI_tHjPs3qJvkTi_udpjMZGYTkd48AV3AoZo8rmLvbENpQR-WS1-ulsegJBcaecOIDso/s1600/DSC06094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107656199479874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9ODEdwx-wWi0GpagrVA3bBJhQTZq2h_aYSAuFXf-cRbGUjm5doBlY7pKEuW2Yhn2a2vxQXjbI_tHjPs3qJvkTi_udpjMZGYTkd48AV3AoZo8rmLvbENpQR-WS1-ulsegJBcaecOIDso/s400/DSC06094.JPG" /></a> Thank you again Shellie! I love my fun stuff!!!</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-82375169795001795262010-04-05T16:36:00.000-07:002010-04-05T16:40:29.077-07:00Van of Bull<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br />When we were driving home from CA in December we stopped at a gas station for the norm: pee-peeing and to fill water bottles. It creates a cycle of sorts, but it must be done.<br /><br />When I stepped outside, this is what I saw:<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjOcDt52tVPsfG-epoMVIUpW4NQM_FvdRYIJC-HENlhd9V95XpJAlyDdBj9i4baj3GO1BqnQjE7BIvHFgAl_z63R196XN-Z2jM-9uwtduFjVf2o6FxOl_augxr9AVdzuLMs5uQK3pYzk/s1600/DSC05607.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjOcDt52tVPsfG-epoMVIUpW4NQM_FvdRYIJC-HENlhd9V95XpJAlyDdBj9i4baj3GO1BqnQjE7BIvHFgAl_z63R196XN-Z2jM-9uwtduFjVf2o6FxOl_augxr9AVdzuLMs5uQK3pYzk/s400/DSC05607.JPG" /></a> </div><br />That's right, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, this IS in fact a van with a bull in it. A VAN with a BULL in it. What you can't see is that sticking it's head out the other window on the driver's side is a donkey. A DONKEY. A bull and donkey in a van. A VAN people.<br /><br />I dedicate this post to Abe- do I win? <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-13193627027088754442010-04-01T15:33:00.000-07:002010-04-01T15:33:50.406-07:00AGAIN?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Why does Gabers look so sad?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7MfNaFtwlSLAtxD6128nAgfGtvCaQBH4_ljr7LRFADfOiKTAICCLZ2AEqg2gvqd0NiWZiedBOrH_Lc60a-A6qf3DbU8y4nsQNFM5NRxC4GAxfBb0E-8L5cQDf25goMo02nsILzqzPmA/s1600/IMG_2885.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7MfNaFtwlSLAtxD6128nAgfGtvCaQBH4_ljr7LRFADfOiKTAICCLZ2AEqg2gvqd0NiWZiedBOrH_Lc60a-A6qf3DbU8y4nsQNFM5NRxC4GAxfBb0E-8L5cQDf25goMo02nsILzqzPmA/s400/IMG_2885.JPG" /></a> </div>Oh maybe its's because he never learns...<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QoI2ZaCGJbWRdTFCeAKOpyYNOWtIJ9WjjS50ubdzRFRtrXHSq32ablFKS_Yn4NT2nQ7Ce3G0nNj21FYwqm74pVwW0fx78ypM146oYbGvZjObpgABlOkNJHl0KPQXNy5XGgSWQlSMtwQ/s1600/IMG_2886.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QoI2ZaCGJbWRdTFCeAKOpyYNOWtIJ9WjjS50ubdzRFRtrXHSq32ablFKS_Yn4NT2nQ7Ce3G0nNj21FYwqm74pVwW0fx78ypM146oYbGvZjObpgABlOkNJHl0KPQXNy5XGgSWQlSMtwQ/s400/IMG_2886.JPG" /></a> </div>Sigh.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNxmo08MiB5ctWgnrmZ4xmcr7uBEDH_YbQSvqKmA4zA_n-NwxUOZMwL136ayTDKi0AvgnYp9Ho0WotYC5NiXPDTG2V7RxwNDxYjSQwf37mDwK7xSVNqAb0MJG4x243jccUntPiuWACK0/s1600/IMG_2888.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNxmo08MiB5ctWgnrmZ4xmcr7uBEDH_YbQSvqKmA4zA_n-NwxUOZMwL136ayTDKi0AvgnYp9Ho0WotYC5NiXPDTG2V7RxwNDxYjSQwf37mDwK7xSVNqAb0MJG4x243jccUntPiuWACK0/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-60218588538128596512010-03-16T15:02:00.000-07:002010-03-16T15:54:41.286-07:00Disneyland March 2010<div align="center"><div><div>It's been <em>two whole years</em> since we've been to Disneyland and Jeff and I were having serious withdrawals (I know we're ridiculous, you don't need to tell me). So off we went! We got a deal on a hotel, we got a deal on tickets, and only bought one meal in the park, so even food was inexpensive.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449362734464156962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSldTNwguRp_RAIZpgCULepdzcUTnigN9c2LfGh0v6vq_trTJ2N7JKF8Hhwgr9LE-j4vOH3RRZc1JRl5MufwHRp9cvUz0_HKhkeXXn8RXl_HzHTDHM_rg8MobJL4UFi1Ke522K8w982A/s400/Disneyland+20103.JPG" />Here are my cute excited little guys waiting for the park to open. They were climbing on the giant letters that spell out California. They're so cute!!!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Jeff's parents, Mike and Mary, came with us and they made it even better! The past two times we've gone, we've had some of my family come along, so their turn was long overdue. Having them there also meant that the boys were a little more spoiled than they might have been (take a look at the Disney shirts they're all wearing- thank you Grandma!)</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449356599355160754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmtoJTA_ClRHvDLfVA8cVDJU_kUHgpohciLkk8rvou853gmGEfGP_4-qLDDBgaI_5CWhZue_KAfrQNdyjkN9M2bxK48jl5-4jvie6tXcH0iMvcfkXakLDWjqhCLAAqpzauu5H1N2H7GE/s400/Disneyland+20104.JPG" />Grandma also somehow got suckered into buying Mickey shaped ice cream. It must have cost hundreds of dollars- I didn't dare to ask. Gabriel felt deeply cheated that his ice cream didn't have a stick like all of his brothers- you can see how happy he is in the first picture, but once we traded with him, all was better than good.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVB0RBtlGafJqMbxrTxEIkkqG0bXypm8YylZDmF9W4owx_c7yr_iD8HdCc-v8mALxFfBKLu2iMj7-sBOQu_F4W6ThG4UyeBYlt5XCUzqCUAb5tfntqsEm3GGOes9MxLLnsJ_A2NhjKMAg/s1600-h/DSC05878.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVB0RBtlGafJqMbxrTxEIkkqG0bXypm8YylZDmF9W4owx_c7yr_iD8HdCc-v8mALxFfBKLu2iMj7-sBOQu_F4W6ThG4UyeBYlt5XCUzqCUAb5tfntqsEm3GGOes9MxLLnsJ_A2NhjKMAg/s400/DSC05878.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7VxIcyDQNXfp9yDnCQQFRjOUk-M5kqqheP95XTa_VgwFXkAFyxjn6Xwu22b75ZGW0nUJ9YX1iAVZ-ba5izOh_96IA1w7s7yo73a54lka7eofuhwiR4HpzMqVKNV39mAayjZ0_cEaVhc/s1600-h/DSC05880.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7VxIcyDQNXfp9yDnCQQFRjOUk-M5kqqheP95XTa_VgwFXkAFyxjn6Xwu22b75ZGW0nUJ9YX1iAVZ-ba5izOh_96IA1w7s7yo73a54lka7eofuhwiR4HpzMqVKNV39mAayjZ0_cEaVhc/s400/DSC05880.JPG" /></a><br /></div><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Funny Boys</span></strong></p><p>When The big boys went with the other grown ups on Indiana Jones, the little ones and I went for a walk and then we got some french fries. Knowing that the big boys would be disappointed about not getting the novelty of fries, we quickly gobbled the last ones and threw away the container when we saw them coming. Then I said "Okay, little guys, those were our secret french fries, so we can't tell anyone we had them". As soon as Jojo saw his brothers he shouted excitedly, "GUYS! Guess what?! We had secret fries, but we can't tell anyone!". Hahaha!!! This was met with the disappointment I expected from the big brothers, but, oh well, they got to go on Indiana Jones.<br /></p><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHaXP8Gq9vzuqPXqGRO4sGaRiP1sV0nN2mYAy8zKT1PhetY72kuQIpcB8cnxTNlCuCmU65Vifxz0KIo3nnYMflc1ZjjlJThlayKr9fHiu8Ep91Wqj22uLXMmZ8qKjrB7xzrkhTbw1vtyM/s1600-h/DSC05793.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHaXP8Gq9vzuqPXqGRO4sGaRiP1sV0nN2mYAy8zKT1PhetY72kuQIpcB8cnxTNlCuCmU65Vifxz0KIo3nnYMflc1ZjjlJThlayKr9fHiu8Ep91Wqj22uLXMmZ8qKjrB7xzrkhTbw1vtyM/s400/DSC05793.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Look at my cheesy little actors "trying very hard" to get the sword from the stone. They did this for several minutes before any of us noticed their theatrics- they're usually weird for their own enjoyment.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">The first photo makes me laugh the hardest because, well, just look at Bear's face. But secondly, because one boy is pulling up and the other is pulling down. Hahahaha.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449360256585861394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrbXc6pLrIW0X0KVgwI1x37RMl5q5AUPQpeQzdBDYTQSDpbRs8iLOfh6O-js68LdhZwqNEJ908Yh_aZMiyl8noTlSlPZHvqTVw2oW8P6OiRic5pYBpyV2zfmAQTi8AYTMonzaCClBL40/s400/Disneyland+20102.JPG" /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Characters</span></strong></div><div>The Tigger photo was taken right after Jojo actually knocked Tigger over from crashing into him with the worlds most insanely energetic hug. It was kind of hilarious.<br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449363442681760274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_dKMx4VA6GtoMaijDs9Xk_kGQUDxfN8Hkr835vqoAYd_NglMN5kb_erQaC2tp8sg8Yyky63uIIhyphenhyphenalbYU8jzv_uGNs8hCLa_4KaFm65dVHw1jjalwBp4RsJG7iw1Y6YEkeXQ7pWQOXk/s400/Disneyland+2010.JPG" /> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Rides</span></strong></div><div>Notice the posed surprised face we all have on the Splash Mountain photo. Even Jojo did it! </div><div>Jeff, the big boys, and I all decided that Space Mountain was our favorite ride. Gabers and Jojo say that Pirates and Winnie the Pooh were theirs.<br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449363432382659074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaSMHp7Pu2rVuzSpX9oLNC4_k1mgmGmglpBsWWaCxoo9uLK-Ap3gz1zGerDzjWpJpWnvYGb32KPsDXi6Xb9LTYxCZ0dWcZuezmJVlHMLn_uAOw2kMo_5gnMnHgCDx7BYwVrC6p0uBh_8/s400/Disneyland+20101.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Disneyland<em> wears you out. </em>Especially when you miss a nap. But all the walking and sounds and excitement definitely proved to be too much for Gabers and he zonked out. Mary pointed out how funny it was that he sound asleep in the middle of the day wearing a festive button that reads: </div><div>"I'm Celebrating". Hehehehe.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449364490374727986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMd6FVOKSQ7ioAtcBr13M9SOz_mDQZSk9dD4gULxn9DQXsCY1k6Fd3Emt6ZSsNDXazxJVELdJCcGK4Dluv7BEH4S_rSGEsAc98HLo6ANKTSqMCNb9San0qonTRdjzZFoikcXgKrF5ze8/s400/DSC05825.JPG" /></div><div>Jeff has a very fond memory of going to Disneyland with his paternal Grandfather. He was so exhausted at the end of the day his grandpa carried little Jeff out of the park sleeping on his shoulder. When he and I realized that little Jojo's grandpa was doing the same thing, we had to get a photo. This is one of my favorite pictures from the trip. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449364476829730418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSkov5BsblDotA_-85UDGnGzHSZPHjGTMerD22lBH95m1T8F8_B4cBWGx1ciUi2QhsUUUfuVB32fnUmf5ldQyXHcCidT_oEI9rJXvetffgNdaBscortiz_QnnREoIIt9r9q-9j7TYePJs/s400/DSC05745.JPG" /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-86119484391140546932010-03-12T08:35:00.000-08:002010-03-12T08:35:45.931-08:00Stools<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Do you see them? Do you?! Aren't they beautiful? Comfy?<br />I love them so much!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2jGpfWJ_OyjxR9qeTwOr8L92YpBMNcQejlCsXF3hLKJe0kkZFS7aX1l5vFJmrSHcGNQMx94D00pZvHp_WAwXWE_jw0T5gw6DBzHTHi81rQZi8_uoa1PxFq4S49k0u2y-vMBNwr7ui8c/s1600-h/DSC05922.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2jGpfWJ_OyjxR9qeTwOr8L92YpBMNcQejlCsXF3hLKJe0kkZFS7aX1l5vFJmrSHcGNQMx94D00pZvHp_WAwXWE_jw0T5gw6DBzHTHi81rQZi8_uoa1PxFq4S49k0u2y-vMBNwr7ui8c/s400/DSC05922.JPG" /></a> </div>You may think I'm insane for being so excited for stools. But you know don't know how much these little babies mean to me, do you? Well, let me tell you, when Jeff and I bought our cute little house we were so in love with it. It was ours. Our kitchen, our walls, our bathroom, our grass, our trees, OURS. We didn't care about the upkeep of an old house or other minor inconveniences like having no outlets in the bathroom.<br /><br />Our house is 90 years old- it has the original doors and hardware on the upstairs rooms, you know the knobs with the skeleton keyholes that you can see through? So cute (although not always very private:-). The kitchen had been remodeled with LOTS of cabinets and counter space- I still love love love my kitchen- with one exception. When the kitchen was remodeled they put in a big island and rather than leave space for a table, they just put four chairs at the island rather than lose the storage space that the island created. So Jeff and I and our two boys enjoyed that seating situation for about a year or two... until we had a baby and lost the seat to him. And then we had another baby. Now we have four kids and four chairs. So for the past 2 years Jeff and I stand for every meal. I've been running around all day, then standing and cooking for an hour and when the meal is served, I continued to stand there and lean over the counter to eat the lasagna and steamed veges I just slaved over. There isn't room in the kitchen for more chairs at the island, the lip that you tuck the chairs up to barely fits the four that are already there. And there isn't a place around the island for any other seats that won't block the fridge or other cabinets if it's left there.<br /><br />I finally had had enough. These two beauties now sit against the far wall away from the island. When it's time to eat we drag them over and, get this, <em>sit down</em>. WHAT?! I know! We sit down to eat dinner!<br /><br />I love those stools...<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-24791881068653974922010-03-08T13:28:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:41:06.555-08:00Dinner with our Cousins<div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">In January we went to have our little bi-yearly dinner with my Cousin Wendy and her family. She made some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">DEElish</span> chicken and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Caesar</span> salad and then we chatted and played some guitar hero. Rick was still in town so he was able to come with us. It was, as always, delightful fun and most certainly worth the 45 minute drive. I wish we did it more often.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446378709799956498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZX3HVPrahq9k9rqqu_IL_09SvYJisTD32x8Rtoj55sYCPAFE4dSlIvPPrywKuNnsK2h7EwksSDRo7g9gZ_QID9h3t6jk0KQjbZ1fzBKrTs-DzQYQDbIWEL_k19h1NqwHnP7yVvqwlGd0/s400/January+2010.jpg" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Me 'n' Wen getting silly. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6zKp24TaBqCqeO2p50mAdz7_GI0twtzBKiuriamRareRqTM2eqfQ7J5LFF4gswCY4J78i2Jyxt4x3xQhJusmwCZVYZEqeqC_OLwrmZ12SVZynZybhzrirD09Vk88jdcI4XUuTji1Oco/s1600-h/January+20101.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6zKp24TaBqCqeO2p50mAdz7_GI0twtzBKiuriamRareRqTM2eqfQ7J5LFF4gswCY4J78i2Jyxt4x3xQhJusmwCZVYZEqeqC_OLwrmZ12SVZynZybhzrirD09Vk88jdcI4XUuTji1Oco/s400/January+20101.jpg" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Each one of our kids matches up pretty close in age with one of theirs. Except her baby- ain't he cute? </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446378702538260642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXefeHoQzkfYqPkhgL9B6P8fXRIMhzWr90h4-RoBI0ncRqrfHE3X61H5eCten_qPxOPcqwOiByITbmHtDOvpp1m9GqpIBdvHvhYcdLVbcSRS4d0BMkUFrvkcB7x-ccfNcBIodLBFum-o/s400/IMG_2716.JPG" />Our two year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">TRU</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">BUL</span>. It was funny how cute they were together. (I couldn't fit their horizontal photo in the other collage...)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAXGMqfPNWnfTUDhx5a63lwCsFfXp91_r1e0lJHUBENC4cNuXswAtd8y9ANC-Q0NcXlsQAkgf3P8mVLGF6jmoBQpoYHFN2cjA-_RBQKmi01dNtxqD2zCSbhtzWLaimJB_E8vFjUovUW4/s1600-h/January+20102.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAXGMqfPNWnfTUDhx5a63lwCsFfXp91_r1e0lJHUBENC4cNuXswAtd8y9ANC-Q0NcXlsQAkgf3P8mVLGF6jmoBQpoYHFN2cjA-_RBQKmi01dNtxqD2zCSbhtzWLaimJB_E8vFjUovUW4/s400/January+20102.jpg" /></a> </div>We ARE guitar <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">heroes</span>. :-)<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtVLLd4z9PARiivyDpsnJB-byRhj2fLp0Y5CA468-7XK0VPVF9aGs7YxL-LRjeAa4-YkGmTYjmbEC98JCYpIP0TiUlVOyL5RvhZ4t18PD5Q3Jyiw0-1jxGR64X2s0Z62A6u6w7azAK6Q/s1600-h/January+20103.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtVLLd4z9PARiivyDpsnJB-byRhj2fLp0Y5CA468-7XK0VPVF9aGs7YxL-LRjeAa4-YkGmTYjmbEC98JCYpIP0TiUlVOyL5RvhZ4t18PD5Q3Jyiw0-1jxGR64X2s0Z62A6u6w7azAK6Q/s400/January+20103.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">After we were done rockin' out, we found Paul doing the dishes! What a man. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446378712220049810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVS-nbmDmZk3gZUr5Q6kNMKdataDrL33MKvh7pB37BHtqnhQ50asEGkThfhNsEboG3PKad5lub3LxEn-v1pcwjD6o8NsU0AKBTdmU9FWSFc5itAItLtlCY8hCB2RNhEPnt2EoiOE4aRok/s400/January+20104.jpg" />Right as we were getting coats on the kids Wendy disappeared and came casually gliding into the room on this scooter with out a word- <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahahahaha</span>! Then of course it took 15 more minutes to get going because everyone had to try it. </div><div> </div><div>I wish we all lived closer because it's hard to find a couple to hang out with that both spouses get along with. They are one of our favorite families to spend time with. Love you guys!!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122390894053237630.post-79257904292233633442010-03-02T16:15:00.000-08:002010-03-02T16:18:28.721-08:00Window Dancing<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Most people know that I'm pretty uninhibited. Most people know that my brother Rick is also. Most people know that I live on a vey busy street. Most people know that Rick and I always manage to create our own brand of fun.<br /><br />One night in January when we had nuthin' better to do we decided to do a dancing show for all the passersby. It lasted for a good hour. We had no music playing but we didn't need it baby.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoHnuojDoIsru7pSHamUqHFb9_Aqewl_mT7naGmgd7kaK3AlCFOwX4vlDhjxfqWR2R9oXZQwmJF-SvXxwM7fJIh-HHJGPHLQJJfJ_lZyMXuN5WkjcIVMx6dfDcRc3Dfbv3sJbnTLOzLc/s1600-h/window+dancers.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoHnuojDoIsru7pSHamUqHFb9_Aqewl_mT7naGmgd7kaK3AlCFOwX4vlDhjxfqWR2R9oXZQwmJF-SvXxwM7fJIh-HHJGPHLQJJfJ_lZyMXuN5WkjcIVMx6dfDcRc3Dfbv3sJbnTLOzLc/s400/window+dancers.jpg" /></a> </div>Nanos and Max played along too. I wonder how old they'll be when they finally decide that I'm an embarrassment and stop joining in.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS080S_gt-t8MZOXH_j-LJcylythITRqTXsMOcyprLVmanRm1XRSwZ-ydCmJo91MxiG2-oeYHFUis_nYkYxAJTB4CXhIiZcmPgz5MROckrBzgpyaCAzGZhOFX5mxcoNbwO23Ar0aHxUWw/s1600-h/window+dancers1.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS080S_gt-t8MZOXH_j-LJcylythITRqTXsMOcyprLVmanRm1XRSwZ-ydCmJo91MxiG2-oeYHFUis_nYkYxAJTB4CXhIiZcmPgz5MROckrBzgpyaCAzGZhOFX5mxcoNbwO23Ar0aHxUWw/s400/window+dancers1.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8