tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26896144668038987702024-02-18T20:30:34.960-07:00Olsen FamilyAlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-51508140073004304112013-09-10T21:57:00.002-06:002013-09-10T21:57:50.068-06:00<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well hello there! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I am <em>so </em>out of the blogging loop and completely out of practice obviously. It has been years since I have blogged and to be honest there are things I have missed about it and things that I didn't miss at all. So the reason for my blog post after <em>years</em> of not blogging. <span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I am at a loss. <span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;">I honestly don't know where I have gone wrong. I feel like I have the absolute naughtiest children on the face of the planet. I am going to be real honest with you here. Like, admit out loud things that I try not to even admit to myself in my innermost darkest places of my mind, honest. We are done having kids. That is not the part I was talking about, that part is no secret. Here it goes: We are done having kids because I can't handle them (gasp!). I honestly have <em>such </em>a hard time with the kids that I have there is no way I would ever consider having another one. I am obviously doing something wrong as a mother and I don't want to subject another human being to my bad parenting. I have 3 of Heavenly Father's sweet little innocent souls to try to shape and mold into somewhat normal, healthy, functioning humans in society and I am afraid I am doing it all wrong. It is my job to love, nurture, and teach these tiny humans to be good, loving, nurturing people themselves. I am not sure where I dropped the ball. I have honestly been doing my best. I love them fiercely and would <span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;">do</span> <em>anything</em> <span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;">for them, they are my whole reason and purpose in life! All I ever wanted to do in life was to be a Mom. After high school I had zero desire to have any schooling, or career, or anything. I just wanted to have babies and be a Mom. A <em>good </em>Mom. I never thought it would be this hard. I don't really think it is <em>this </em>hard on everyone, but I feel like I screwed up somewhere and now I have to correct whatever parenting mistake I have made that has turned my two older kids into little monsters. <span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I need help. <span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;">This is where I beg you for any suggestions, thoughts, or strategies that you have used that seem to help correct naughty behavior. We have literally tried everything. Timeouts, taking away toys, taking away privileges, and on, and on. I just started reading the Love and Logic books, and those suggestions don't really seem to be helping either. Do I need to go to some seminars, or parenting classes?? I just don't really know what to do at this point.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia;"> Whew! Glad I got that off of my chest! Now is where you leave me your comments about some fabulous secret that you have that will change my life and the lives of my sweet little innocent children. They really are innocent in this. I know that they are little and they don't know what they are doing. They don't know that their <em>constant</em> whining, crying, <span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><em>fighting</em></span>, yelling, screaming, and other naughty behaviors are slowly but surely driving their mom completely insane. I have to wonder though, if they know how bad it hurts when they turn their attacks on me. I have heard far too many times the words, "I hate you." and "I wish I had a different mom." among other things, coming from those little mouths. There has to be some serious hostility built up in those little minds to say such hurtful things. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia;">Thanks for reading my ramblings. I really hope this is just a phase and we can get it worked out soon. Otherwise I will be blogging from the loony bin. I will let you know when visiting hours are if you want to stop by! ;)</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-19215259680526571672011-07-18T08:42:00.006-06:002011-07-18T09:08:55.312-06:004th of July<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9ulJ_S-9KpFDCySOvpTVjYTDRuY9CSgj8PbDONT0YWElq187W0Hce2ChzdeA_1GSj71LAs5tUPJIPBtCF2vgUgDzAqNZcYL4Kb7sQuXvR0axVUiq6e13FVNFiw9xB678n4hs8vnxXLQp/s1600/Picture+158.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">This year we broke tradition. For the first time since I met Brandon we <em>did not </em>go to the ReAL Salt Lake soccer game to celebrate the 4th of July. It was kind of sad to not be doing what we have always done. Brandon was even more sad than me. But we did go to the West Jordan Carnival and got to see our kids enjoy the fun things a carnival has to offer. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630707282758493778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy5sn5d5Vi9YAqb3JzLvtADG60aoJyDlnV_Lu6MZVEk9TlHrUyJg1fnp9kkVIQYQYkSmgdhX_90JAgDckvUMs-wU5UV9N-EINpUqiRwoTmPeJV0Yw3yeCacjEnaFZbWJ5BNgi05HIl2Bf/s320/Picture+109.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630708231758170162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGjNipHY8op8H0cDDLCZeaLV_GVuUqAqpM5MELprRltVawYGmN0j3LJyY3w_yJ_TqwMsBky1R3Hf06S6EUwEgiKCOTmceGrM2dQj2H9Ag-LtE_HCTK4KOWVAMdcUx76kUa0YqPdTfZq15/s400/Valerie+4th+of+july.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630707285727269618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguY6F795kvkWpcvWIRE99eqjH1N6YlhNNk2p8oVehvpiiAKdLblx-GFLys0faxaUdPgdKio9QyZVhQ8u9UanS_Egi-pUV3Jq46P06XH17tzUu5mV0GYb6nR0PwWv318yTWvarY70PbWBSl/s320/Picture+119.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630707288266496770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VaR9uGWHFfn6TMaUpt_qC8pQUgpjzd4TRP5eJfa7A6OB0Rd21oPVyawDxiI6ACNb7xMxLiRq9JLwrv8i7K2og6HHNV7rmW-4ju2XqFhS04LPNrgB9KOhqsiLD-RnvJQHIYkw1IbcW_xj/s320/Picture+155.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630709043816738978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5TCUMSfJqJdtKxDcmN6XVZJJB6SiTmd1WJL3bZqiXr-37Q1mnwZCJaFn_6drnMpVdG6jreNnUfravmQiSSlGuj63bbIoXGWubKGeCGnCZ1CXSiYXlnCMAWp7FVry0qMcitqQd39BFcte/s320/Picture+165.jpg" /></span><span style="color:#000099;">Then we did a few fireworks and put the kids to bed...that might be the new norm around here for a few years. Staying up late is just not a good thing for my kids!</span>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-66640460515823493772011-06-20T14:10:00.009-06:002011-06-20T20:36:20.337-06:00Exciting news!!<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;">After much debate and persuasion Brandon and I have finally come to an agreement:</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">It is time for this little guy to get his first haircut!!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;">Before:</span> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620399483730671058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2A450rsSokXRydX1Waa_cVaIs2GfHC2NIO8dCYj01Bf6yATgYpL9dQfF2vmUUwJ1rCQmxAz46tuX9fes1kGJoSlvQKLp_xfe2grpswid_qU8Ks5cyQ8ywnzITbGe4xWvbHtbOI-jDVSK/s320/pictures+126E.jpg" /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This is Graham before. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">(I know he looks a little drunk in this picture, but I can guarantee he has consumed <strong><em>zero</em></strong> alcoholic beverages in his entire lifetime.)<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620397444804201522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ixcJVsyHBMu-OAnHvNR7_mpHV051_Go0_62Dis0UBHJIkY7aIwINC1mOEVAfaPpGGFF1CZdyYtU9XtxWe3B_j_5o8LKMOaA2k9zYEv75QwnrvvJURv1xcqGyvnTeVm6q7-KoYW53NYcB/s320/pictures+122E.jpg" /> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#009900;">You can really tell in this one how long it is. I am not gonna lie, I am in love with his little curls, but I also love how clean cut and handsome he looks without them.</span> </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620397449572349602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7gpHq5h9Ls86jSvA_gf6cd5QMGYPGmQ2b7mbhwEY24kOY350ZT8BrJtvHNw_xwyN9sK-W5I1VlhA9L1jdyaPl4oVqS80-bqQME6UonA0AjW4hkxq31HoVHBYzV82pWtzZbv4kLRxx10G/s320/pictures+133E.jpg" /><span style="color:#009900;">It's too late to back out now!!</span><br /><br /></span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620397441261429554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPflVVKqh1NheWXbrHqXWNPXT0L4s8p6Ro1_DJjdZygESYCJKYUBNEOk-wzQ_BmLhEUQERoiOdgsxrTgvv62e49dCup6XwJolnQA2pV_awCoR1ezzTlUCS9MwMasjBpDVAjdaQSlnIK_A/s320/pictures+143E.jpg" /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">After:</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620493927269379874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gb8HWyzMCzrWfXWCY0Cy-WHRSlq3nloPxlAfhajO4XkRs70YqA5PPmFyaHViSg33gfwZgs98g1xpys1F91mF-RUIrjVxz34GUzFEtwhpyvySRyMKdfh8URCRPoCpQLkDLukMzrEDn2WE/s320/imageE.jpg" /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620493935962207874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4a-SuBrcDpYRH5YAqbtF0G284pIL1Iu39KAlpY1l2OXpIrqNAE0UCYPd0SsWbOwM747LkCa3g2k1lgtfytHx9AeXmg8OUwVz29f02MDP6QzU8OPWCpwmvCSthZjeJMFKx7wXlRt5peLT/s320/pictures+158E.jpg" /></span></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">See what I mean about handsome!?! I love his cute little round head</span>!</span> </span></p>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-622353249109791632011-05-11T07:54:00.010-06:002011-05-11T08:28:15.234-06:00Graham is one!!<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> he has been one for a while now...like 3 months. Anyway here is my little guy from day one to year one... </span></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt4NXxAVUHiwedKjBfdIv-eJ2oPg1zVJZW61irfCYpOzXwJ7jWFf4f2KzUpvg4Aa2jrp6mb1sdvm9-uNqbULzj5PonkA1REdnW2aMjoZV-5Ibtr0jlWfiLkuuQ1GSVW4eMgmj5f7ZczG-/s1600/Graham+collage.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605456704712697906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt4NXxAVUHiwedKjBfdIv-eJ2oPg1zVJZW61irfCYpOzXwJ7jWFf4f2KzUpvg4Aa2jrp6mb1sdvm9-uNqbULzj5PonkA1REdnW2aMjoZV-5Ibtr0jlWfiLkuuQ1GSVW4eMgmj5f7ZczG-/s400/Graham+collage.jpg" /></span></a></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Isn't he cute!?!</span><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605462367663019522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiVJVa-Dm9bHILkxTe0mi_EEi4uO_UaDcsvB2SwvsJrmWUfuVDlV1Hh4Ha7ggbuQohVWc84RdcnA-3YNVUHvjFZ-QcSbAiRe3mEuYeN_oGS-oIky52IuOrMessSbpZOZvif3xV9kT3s20/s320/pictures+036.jpg" /></span>This is the exact second Graham turned one!! (Ignore the pink sheets, with #2 you don't worry so much about what color sheets your kid is sleeping on!)</div><br /><div align="center"><br />Now for the party pictures: </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605460877235834034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusKBDGg-3nGQZlJktXqMLy7IV_tFayhXE-XWnW__a9fhOleHlueaZPV1JO4OlN94GMw0nVF3rObF_Csjk-UClet04C9Ly8AXrPU_FcUPuFeAZG-NRpHc7dIv6EmeQfN4fMM9FeIFdPwmM/s320/pictures+141.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center">This year we did cake pops instead of a cake. Graham got to have 3 different Birthday parties so I got to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experiment</span> with different colors and flavors, it was a lot of fun and now I crave these things!!</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605460893910837474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufzuCRQ4Ku_ETxPeUXrck08s0MRi3qeMBZxnC1XdQatOswqfrTClRa17Ua-OoJ_ndNwXLAyuh8YYj8YlrG_RZeRnsqZPsov3bBduJLFzGEopkzqWM5HzE7rhlRW4ffMhtHK1XJ_RkZBBp/s320/pictures+170.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605460887793315282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttqrMUEyc788qNs137EM5UCGSMKHoUU3GBtpdghss338LVYSTyKgYJqy_dl3gG7mKZ0xAhG_HISa7w0Em7e8almtZWJmry0UvXQ6c9gVupgY9B-ThwYlvXeSdyP5_ESSbFUuBHiw7CPJl/s320/pictures+169.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center">I am SO big!<br /></p><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605460896927363314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHURF6tYsRyoNrJlsi62GZpdc6zisYMOqO4x7Hn5V9w6OsRctGOFUggQfrGpRujNBPohJpfsRpfXoYO4ZU9G3oyHWQaF1_6CTA3XhES6hDXOpsi4TSAOC139K-TeXfczi8C0aHdLBEks9/s320/pictures+175.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605460901416460146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h9sc-rzJDZGJXYDrFlQJ1BnR1XdRfMJLcK9zX5iyHfcmWGg2BnAjabA55XgSW2iLSAIn1qlJZ1nqJwg2XhC561iy2bN56yYfrBgoJuGKXGXURe_fOC_ICrH9nCtkYYC_UtSfFejW6dMl/s320/pictures+178.jpg" />That is as messy as he got!!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605462374473203346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlwkHrt8s-bjrBuwMvOk0jVWUMg9jthXHGCF99DY9zqezwEkQXelCUj41fWIC7pPh3_ZmMc-HRl0UwT623AhFOX6y-QqzxEU6vQ4nrR3tP2NHcK5lSH6Cp2P4jwY_CrSKvWSzwdr3wshyphenhyphen/s320/pictures+072.jpg" />I guess he liked the cake pop better!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605462377819253106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlW6jwXNd15AyZ1coOLazQ5WwhyphenhyphenVLNFEg1wK5OFihJg3WY76V4pM0FC0u8CuuQ3QHvFUQ_jIsihLoM8rrxmbkG5ITM1jOFHUmhwif7_oWQWMSkcKXIL1HqtijbcvlGa392Rc8RqVBNlgr/s320/pictures+079.jpg" /> </div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-32689766840057267862011-04-13T09:02:00.004-06:002011-04-13T09:32:08.996-06:00~Baby #3~<div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">No, this is <em>not </em>an announcement, but not that I got your attention I need your input.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">How do you know how far to space your children apart? This has been a topic of discussion at our house for a while now and Brandon and I have a difference of opinion on the matter. How do we find a compromise where we are both happy? </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">He wants the next baby to be 2 years and 4 months after Graham because that is the space between Valerie and Graham. I think for the two of them that is perfect spacing, but I would like to give myself a little more space between Graham and baby #3. 3 years to be exact. Last night Brandon said to me "It seems like all of your reasons for wanting to wait are for you, you are just thinking of yourself." Is that <em>so </em>wrong?? If Mommy loses her mind and cant function because she is a crazy person will anyone in the house actually be happy?? Is it selfish of me to want a little more of a break in between kids? Going from 2 to 3 scares me a lot! It just seems like it would be <em>so </em>hard to have 3 kids. I am a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wimp</span> and have a hard time leaving the house with 2 kids, if there are multiple stops to be made I usually wait to do my running around when Brandon is home and can watch the kids. I can't imagine going places with 3 kiddos! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">And, if we are being honest, I am worried about my body. I get <em>so </em>big when I am pregnant, and for some reason I allow myself to gain more weight than I should. I have been working my butt off...literally...and I am not looking forward to getting pregnant again and gaining a bunch of weight and being overweight for another year after the baby is born. Maybe with how health <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conscious</span> I am now things will be a little different, but I don't see myself getting back down to the size I am now very quickly after I have another baby.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">So help me out a little! How far is the spacing between your kids? Do you feel like the spacing between them is good, or would you have more or less space in between? Do you have 3 kids?? If so, how do you function!?! Is it as hard as I think it will be? Should I just have them all really close together and get it over with in a short amount of time?? What are your thoughts?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">By the way, if we went with Brandon's plan of 2 years and 4 months that would put me getting pregnant in September...talk about soon!!</span></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-32687567462205444652011-04-06T17:18:00.009-06:002011-04-09T18:53:28.609-06:00Angie<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">For those of you that don't know, i lost one of my very best friends to breast cancer 6 years ago. If it is not too personal I would like to share my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experience</span> this morning straight from my journal.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="color:#330033;">Have you ever had a dream that felt SO real that when you woke up you were completely overcome by emotion??</span> </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span><span style="color:#330033;">The first thing I remember is walking down a hallway or a street. I was walking toward a building or a classroom and as I got closer I noticed people started leaving out the front <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">doors</span>. I was looking for someone, but I didn't know who until I saw her. It was Angie. I knew right when i saw her that this was a rare occasion. I knew that I hadn't seen her in a really long time, but for some reason she was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">completely</span> unaware of our time apart. To me it was the reuniting of two worlds that have been torn apart. For her it was just another day. She was working or going to school, I am not sure which. I wanted to throw my arms around her, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">squeeze</span> her so tight, and never let her go. For some reason I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> do it. Maybe it is because she was <em>not </em>a hugger...when we were roommates I use to make her hug me almost every day, she hated it! :) So instead of hugging her and telling her how much I miss her and how my life is not the same without her I just walked with her and listened to her complain about her day. I kept trying to talk to her but I couldn't get a word in. She was so stressed out and busy with her day that she didn't even have time to realize the situation that we were in. She didn't notice that we hadn't seen each other in years. She didn't notice that I was trying SO hard to tell her something. She didn't notice that for me this moment was all I ever wanted, to get to see her again, to get to talk to her again, and to get to tell her how much I love and miss her. It was almost like I was invisible, like she could care less that I was really there. I was getting more and more frustrated throughout the dream. I couldn't just keep walking with her and listening to her talk about stupid stuff anymore! I had to tell her how I felt before our time ran out and it was too late. Just then she dropped a bunch of papers on the floor and got so upset with herself for dropping them. She was about to bend down to start picking them up when I finally grabbed her arm and yelled her name. I had to get her attention. When I yelled her name my worst fear came true. In that moment she was gone. I woke up...it was too late. I laid in my bed, alone, my heart aching to be with her. I closed my eyes and tried desperately to fall back asleep. Then the tears came. Tears that would not stop for the next two hours. I felt all the pain of losing my friend all over again as if it had been yesterday. </span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span><span style="color:#330033;">When Angie was sick we talked for hours and hours about <em>everything. </em>One of the things she asked me jokingly one day was, "What do you want me to send you when I get to heaven? Money, a hot husband, beautiful kids??" I thought about it for a minute and answered, "I just want you to come visit me in my dreams from time to time. I know once you are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gone</span> all I will want is to hear your voice again." She was shocked by my answer, and said I was the only person with that response, but promised me that she would come visit me every chance she got. I feel like last night was one of those times. It was <em>SO </em>real, the message so obvious.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span><span style="color:#330033;"></span><span style="color:#330033;">Is it possible that she is walking with me in this life? Am I too busy and stressed out by things that don't matter to listen and pay attention to the fact that she is there?? Is she walking with me trying to tell me that she loves me and that I am missing the big picture?? I believe it is not only possible, I believe it is happening. I feel like this has been a huge wake up call for me and I need to fix the areas in <span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="color:#330033;"></span>my life that I am failing because I do not want to fail!! I want to make it back to be with her and to be with my family. And with that said, I am off to play with my kids because I want them to remember me as a mom that played with them and had fun with them, and not as a mom <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">that </span>was stressed out all of the time over stupid crap that doesn't matter!!</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;">Pretty profound dream huh!?! Thank you for letting me share this with you, I hope that I can be a better person, starting today I will do everything I can to be better!!</span></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-88091291260145287742011-02-21T16:53:00.001-07:002011-02-21T17:00:14.679-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDHWEMc0TQHjKml-C-3EbjPonm21kOaMPmRoJdEvSq0jhiuhcIUg9utlx8zjuHnbB0a7HF-lIAdyHlwm4UV9yQ6oCVpz6NraiR_VWw8ltxRPLqwpVw0g-BnBT-y9pOwXLrlAS-gz8ETc2/s1600/captain_america_attacks_752.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576296943772568098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDHWEMc0TQHjKml-C-3EbjPonm21kOaMPmRoJdEvSq0jhiuhcIUg9utlx8zjuHnbB0a7HF-lIAdyHlwm4UV9yQ6oCVpz6NraiR_VWw8ltxRPLqwpVw0g-BnBT-y9pOwXLrlAS-gz8ETc2/s400/captain_america_attacks_752.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPK2AdyKbG2d7pPymMtYR-FivIAR6ZlfPpEB9F1hUh4nyyzCpm5shTmNR7hesyOc-fu-64QQ4ODaxMQ9l5kL3cXBPxvhGnH2KBscZP2g5jgMxY4QrkLr4bmjLgNa-QVQcEC3730uaCbX3Y/s1600/captain_america_attacks_752.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-87504073931258241632011-02-08T12:34:00.002-07:002011-02-08T12:38:47.791-07:00My new BFF...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1Fl9P2ud2wusRSa_hP-giJ8hBPu3hRZtXnvFetfr7EFzKeLAtSApuiRx34RKmSCjmNMdC1_fw3wtDIlyo5CrhLD1XeYVx6REJdCRsmVvYnTjB-8yYFlIv83s9P64eHE-L2BFnJ79DPAB/s1600/thumbnailCAO1M2B9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571404603277091682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1Fl9P2ud2wusRSa_hP-giJ8hBPu3hRZtXnvFetfr7EFzKeLAtSApuiRx34RKmSCjmNMdC1_fw3wtDIlyo5CrhLD1XeYVx6REJdCRsmVvYnTjB-8yYFlIv83s9P64eHE-L2BFnJ79DPAB/s320/thumbnailCAO1M2B9.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#339999;">Not the girl...the treadmill! I have been working my butt off to meet a goal I made for myself: To run a 5K on my 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Birthday.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">I only have a month left to train and don't really know what I am doing so I am just making it up as I go. I am currently running 20 minutes and just about 2 miles a day. This will be my first 5K ever and I am so excited for it! I never really believed people that said that running is addicting...I am now a believer!!</span><br /><br /></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-75524065720786388252011-01-31T13:34:00.004-07:002011-01-31T13:53:08.503-07:00Blah...blah...blah...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Ever have no motivation to blog?? That is me for the last like...oh 2 months! So here are a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">couple</span> Christmas pictures...</span><br /><br /></div></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568451942724311026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjei5iauwfxFu6X7vuhc-Fmkgb3YPnBmv7KhnyPl9bGOX7npTBgZEe9wbmN-LOo-1tcxF_o9PydSDC2pOmOh3iCZMKQNdfNsiKfAZLDo9fjuBJ2eWPphH13ZzJh0nQBSwJn0Diq6WDJRcY9/s320/pictures+219.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568453209352061426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eCB7seoWT9G_b3UyNPHWpAeVQd4Sxkp4A4jHpUK0MBZ5hByvXB5R9k_DGnKv6qxswvBWtzSWjtZmEboV0bpOCeuCaBPIC2uREVI0iJ4wHZDo_yhDEqdKGtEJNhbvlu5-V9Mkbu8LDHxV/s320/pictures+223.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568453195602113554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsykGSm-dMdgAEWIILr_UfJ8XEJuJDR7xLMmsoZhsBpiZMQD531F81yZQxYxKLt1dV20rvUH8F0UtG4LT545TQdjNEr8qwHWoD0qwfyxgfxBHWkwR_ZQC5Bjf7VDVRDlKGrlBN8nqQb_g/s320/pictures+243.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568453217748779858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNABDkz9Z5ds1KHb-B_9oL0t1vp1ZTxOb1nu7tVstKDicDZG3p6zXklK0kfQTadzTCgDJCVhwmYKLM1JfDFfYAHPYhi0WyJGYpPPspkCZJ0vsho1378NTbBGWT9zBej6tUksw-iEXORCkW/s320/pictures+252.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568453223410822226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKswnVz2TB25Jc20zxRwdZI9R4ebJBXQM_6-63Hd2_WNY-y5pzpy8jXVTpJmA_pHnU5sTDwBZgpMWkNIgNaLx00_4SGwbfkW_P5_6oihTHOHZHSWu-yGjm-6lojCQucKhJoRw5O-lV5Uj/s320/pictures+322.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568454280277263250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhRJPfK4mp4mVQk7_xksgKaFyVzCDTZ4hd6Ive6031Qqdr0x-MDKPy3dBq1LWisJ7EaajZW4fBnL5ZJ4a3PPT8fNwREFBLO7-ugHcOvf-S1j_iL6ZIHuksRbSyaWq5eixreo08Jahjrwq/s320/pictures+319.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">New years eve with my awesome neighbors and friends...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568454278742395794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTFjv6SHCgVGGwWOX7O04Kwo0Nhl9ZrZqxa6P79tzUQYtm7N2C-ODpDWSJRgJeGGr8kZHj9x-ddG_TJ_0Z74717fL2casf9jdn8SrBBQoqInBNyTTOzBzz2Cr7Uw1fKbedw_kY0V-XmqAO/s320/pictures+296.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568454286568142386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkjjXBG7YuHB0IEmJziZOu3Xb6iVi3eVYMrUCXp5gHckY97Jr5-iE3OQgc2B9yXM7hiyVN3WronJYz4X542qP-6kn7vgAyakTYuPZvcV438cH1xl-O0Xox6Tf5J_iaBRFMNq4NRIl7-5h/s320/pictures+093.jpg" /> And last but not least, this little stud will be one soon!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">I will be posting about that one for sure!<br /><br /></span><div><div><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div></div></div></div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-49439908012700757062010-12-22T12:02:00.004-07:002010-12-22T12:08:47.823-07:00Let it Snow!<span style="color:#cc0000;">The previous post is what happens when your husband hijacks your blog. I guess he is bored with it again and wants an update so here is some fun me and Valerie had in the snow while Graham took a nap inside cozy and warm...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553585126448721602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6FXiX-kz1p3jX2Hz3gZExp96_d4jJdDuvvHNr5chr4WwPehcfyyqmdfNvv5Ak5xNbCQx6BocQe7VSQUN6akTM8V1ASK9WPxTQRfwfJNAPLmDtkrBX4Jx9YzDZ4W0pAHp5GPMoiENK7td/s320/pictures+200.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553585129136211122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJHtFXwEI_xRF1NjgFkx5pCww2jz94DvaTrlD00iVQWp6TlYmQdp04JMTid3n7UZ3SYA4-SFK6RDWYKKPxBvTT044wysDP49elhaq2iWjxzJFAPH__TX6dDGPPULujfMjyZ6xhBWKSM43/s320/pictures+206.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553585121932227794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnjSWbJ21BOvEA0Uv2yazS3n4cc-uJeLLBZ69xWgkYBcsW_cEaeWauIaBZ9Wu69nBrYkq9AGKIT8GmnEfTAm7pIJYK5tuVx3CH_nYxBu1RilyalQglhB0InYTMsyccBZ64Q1nQ7D0i3Bj/s320/pictures+205.jpg" /></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">...But I really do want to wish you all a Merry Christmas!!</span></p>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-46769845415398963642010-12-21T17:56:00.000-07:002010-12-21T17:57:15.859-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVapbN_dXJEnfwNRdmkoqQzmtjTB1m63qeUZaJlAiwJDn-Tl5xTt8yPYNMZ9uS2GaCyLNktKV0OTLJywUte9OTYuUHnr1zWVpG6AOndTMTgf7FvtEishXTKJUxtfg7g3eEkoWPwDavlQBt/s1600/1311.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553304182349572658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVapbN_dXJEnfwNRdmkoqQzmtjTB1m63qeUZaJlAiwJDn-Tl5xTt8yPYNMZ9uS2GaCyLNktKV0OTLJywUte9OTYuUHnr1zWVpG6AOndTMTgf7FvtEishXTKJUxtfg7g3eEkoWPwDavlQBt/s400/1311.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"> Merry Christmas!<br /></span><div align="center"></div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-62678804044370792672010-11-14T15:46:00.000-07:002010-11-14T15:48:40.369-07:00~ Stay Tuned ~<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpxxVGdw4wtfchmMpV30Be65N8czEFIdJh8hvOiDCm9Vd5hDxdx7IiuPo6EoMp1R1pRZNCZRCxrHytMJ9ZpvFO20V16Wj0Ip0YsAn1UoM9cXzd_La0U7Z1FNBTJy9Ec4dctjpJrXGuoGA/s1600/Logo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539540839453247826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpxxVGdw4wtfchmMpV30Be65N8czEFIdJh8hvOiDCm9Vd5hDxdx7IiuPo6EoMp1R1pRZNCZRCxrHytMJ9ZpvFO20V16Wj0Ip0YsAn1UoM9cXzd_La0U7Z1FNBTJy9Ec4dctjpJrXGuoGA/s400/Logo.jpg" /></a></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-69863996028203783192010-11-08T13:58:00.002-07:002010-11-08T19:53:06.050-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSr09UChTSpxZLtkNw9hqD8ZvUiSPRkolOYM1P5TO5KPDNMn7HB7uOyvchYLDBZ7L0oMle5z2wNf0x2CvPRQ2XAspSEXq4lAkkzWzDYTshyphenhyphen_FFZ7fGUQTcaLUm4rhtilNNlkQas7ZDz7Wj/s1600/Cameron.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537286370333796450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSr09UChTSpxZLtkNw9hqD8ZvUiSPRkolOYM1P5TO5KPDNMn7HB7uOyvchYLDBZ7L0oMle5z2wNf0x2CvPRQ2XAspSEXq4lAkkzWzDYTshyphenhyphen_FFZ7fGUQTcaLUm4rhtilNNlkQas7ZDz7Wj/s400/Cameron.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">When Graham woke up this morning his hair looked like this...except he used snot in his hair!!</span></p>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-62560471322903435432010-11-01T18:59:00.006-06:002010-11-01T19:23:13.322-06:00Anniversary get-a-way<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Today Brandon told me my blog was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boring</span> and that I needed to update it, you know you're behind when your husband notices! So here are some pics of our anniversary get-a-way last month. We had so much fun hanging out alone together. Sometimes you just need to take a break from the kids to reconnect and remember why you fell in love with each other in the first place.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752593966317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaV2zOVv566F3OipPx5TLMESPqfBq2Uk3r5SXCUt80q1BH-URO2msCSLLw5RK1fxeVsryZ7nfIdfivtnazf6Rj6dzkGTz4SA0Gfmel8pQhot_c9bMMMT2t3ZQ89Juhaa2DBw1d67wCB7I/s320/pictures+073.jpg" border="0" />This is the cool condo that we stayed in, I LOVED it!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">(this picture doesn't do it justice.)</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755045698037714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzp1htpufAX9Y0ZigkuujzMmkVnjFjg4VGHPy7i3Dp6qjcBsb3aUM7JTADwOg28od2T6ykpCrrCmW-oTrehTeJi57bWsPXeVoWj0kZ5OKTquA49MBKAhqD3NJEedll_Pm8aI2jFYJ7cYHC/s320/pictures+094.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">The view looking out our window.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755046856710194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vm7T5hULPdqIj8o6UKmZRMJ7fI-EebzfRc29JwiwVwYl669XU8J_sFS_ihB6GGwkd_OmTd9gHNaWXtJfVhQgHQtXCvldNa-Uct0tbZ6kBVqhyADJpr7o35n1Qye9GVfbtGRgbloIF9HM/s320/pictures+096.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">This is what it looked like from the outside, the condo is above a cute little coffee shop.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752577328356354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1NH_ZTVo_YmhVMp2lEFYAKyGWjGMYJF3XONodp5mCXJ03RDWA9YJZbiUYgNXmC49fKjlBtj54WNjsGjgOkmGxxxmGMEgdARGgiJhL3HJygNXogktHSq44WenPGl545VP3Vts0SBG0E6d/s320/Copy+of+pictures+137.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752573063590914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZp6vrv-iUn4cgxBbBJGbWv8H0eSnYeJ_HknzaztQGDw_7QqqwAIHQVxPfYL6dpuLw8-1eLADG6Einv-_duH-Fa2mp_-eAsTfHSntcDSlMiz0ythAp3gnYp-MWMaVr8FxhF9i7ts7nLBx/s320/Copy+of+pictures+108.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752585683345266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCig-1o1h5qAqS-phhaaNCImWHHpUqr7jjRkDMF4yXJCSaZy4oRiURuUg24KAzoSGfA7tYBXJr3fQoT4OknlFifwwv9aSr1XFG0aaQqPp8VcvTg2Ex8hT8SXSHyADkf27D514v5i_r5Rhm/s320/Copy+of+pictures+122.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#990000;">Since Valerie was born we haven't taken any pictures of just the 2 of us so we set up a tripod and went to town!</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755980087209218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPAxijpu2UqDzJUdVEeq04SphkqSK2TIlrdyVwzmnbpiXvOSzQZn-RIOWUCPRrHgQfCw-P6DcQt_cmeKlm2fHJ2_NnfF4Lr60cDLmT9JFSCVNb9oIe81AIwXCgLIE0bathkxY_Pide47D/s320/pictures+143.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755051251211986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqLEXU-_yqyk7R1Q0JPXyLXuD8Y6DN9zD2a5X-br2dG2r8aI2WhnlDAl9mRnvOJwKlwMxOwi13NjCLBnaBhOconi2YF4CwDRUheK9V0rrh9U2UVrHF3NBqt3yuM735HmviPP8MKiq2QszJ/s320/pictures+188.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755976671200018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61N20xA_AaP8swzymMVMifMZOIUJlcpK_WVdLOu1t_1GV5F4R-QzlC52fj0vfbJjvB4yTL-l2Eo76KgOuyeu-wBd3wOsfFdv6-Pc1KVccrm3UBj_uZa612_L8TdQj8ctSraWgDtXkTRYg/s320/Copy+of+pictures+171.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">And we even found a cool train to play on!</span></p>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-31504541849424614302010-10-18T12:53:00.005-06:002010-10-18T13:12:34.922-06:00Swagbucks!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NvZF2lA4JA66YrhmSluLnnhh6LuTosQsgCiHXYiYe_8gHQDokQZqQXi8sdXAasc5xV6-0OHCEHRadnJPlA7lNp9jSJNgiAyr28gkP4aJT2rj_9v5gNJ8WcS5qN9graDXDAqsuKtZqzhC/s1600/swag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461593276437746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NvZF2lA4JA66YrhmSluLnnhh6LuTosQsgCiHXYiYe_8gHQDokQZqQXi8sdXAasc5xV6-0OHCEHRadnJPlA7lNp9jSJNgiAyr28gkP4aJT2rj_9v5gNJ8WcS5qN9graDXDAqsuKtZqzhC/s400/swag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> Have you heard of Swagbucks? It is the coolest! I signed up a few weeks ago. What you do is you download a toolbar with a little search thingy on it <span style="font-size:85%;">(do you like my technical lingo?),</span> then when you have something to google you swagbucks search it instead. Sometimes when you search for stuff you will earn "swagbucks" and when you save up enough you can redeem them for prizes and gift cards and stuff! <span style="font-size:85%;">(I usually do like 3 or 4 searches in a row and usually get swagbucks when I do that, I usually do it morning, middle of the day, and at night before I go to bed.)</span> I already have enough for a gift card, but I am saving up for something big like an ipod or something. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> So if you scroll down to the bottom of my blog there is a "swidget" if you click on SwagCodes and click "check if there is a swagcode" write down the code <span style="font-size:85%;">(case sensitive)</span> then click sign up there will be a place you will enter the code and you will get 20 extra swagbucks, on top of the 30 you get automatically for signing up!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> I hope this all made sense. It is totally worth signing up and downloading the toolbar so you can earn prizes for searching the Internet, which we all do all the time anyway! :) I get points for signing you up and you can get points for getting your friends to sign up too. For more tips on earning swagbucks see their home page, or let me know if you have any questions. Thanks for reading, and I hope you take advantage of swagbucks too! </span></div><div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-53456338199118668172010-10-12T10:26:00.004-06:002010-10-12T11:12:45.721-06:00Happy Birthday Valerie!<div><div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527201130444116882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2YCog5jyfOFV0Q9BSnyqi7qQebGAUpunvr2luvLvApeVGhgS56sx2yburoeBPGzFsB9j5fzzko5BZWW0gb3u7_M0RT2D4EzUHARDl2C864FZFp7gx1VGnB5oIQnpBGiLAY9MLyHLUXA7/s320/Copy+of+pictures+193.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff0000;">We took Val to see Toy Story 3 for her Birthday. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggE22Fv-6SBRpirFk1Oi2bxAooNwN3K77RD0HUe2zQ6g5W3zrAT5IgLyn4pKs_aC8o8PR8korsJB1KvNN_Osvta8WU9tSrdfpvB2CN6RstAkt805UpCRybgbMhDNW5Af7se59zvqE2yCki/s1600/pictures+194.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527201138680618546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggE22Fv-6SBRpirFk1Oi2bxAooNwN3K77RD0HUe2zQ6g5W3zrAT5IgLyn4pKs_aC8o8PR8korsJB1KvNN_Osvta8WU9tSrdfpvB2CN6RstAkt805UpCRybgbMhDNW5Af7se59zvqE2yCki/s320/pictures+194.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LqwC3aZ-Z0uWXqRNhmrFVJjD0Fab8mBtMFqI9-gSXvWGokmEhjdqE_kY0aPz4mGmmrL_YaPNyU3F2xzlZ1gVC0jIlqiiqZclUrdcbyqku13EKjzwYpGcm9FW2-qKCTOegNQSDq2CGQWf/s1600/pictures+232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527201135414892466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LqwC3aZ-Z0uWXqRNhmrFVJjD0Fab8mBtMFqI9-gSXvWGokmEhjdqE_kY0aPz4mGmmrL_YaPNyU3F2xzlZ1gVC0jIlqiiqZclUrdcbyqku13EKjzwYpGcm9FW2-qKCTOegNQSDq2CGQWf/s320/pictures+232.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff6666;">Brandon's Mom helped me with the cake.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527204230915599378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAeM_ccB0vAT-OscHH0cppmmChbjWM0HAMZ1VDeQU3yLkkYgwj1vmH5_IL6PZH1O2H6CghXPI10WRvQT6KMuQM88uRyok8WOQ698fvOb3gNoZ2mxp3kbFG5WSteQ2xNU7YqkLkT1QOaqU/s320/pictures+221.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527204238995334546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn8FiWDUSHvl23dK25AK-Xcw2JTDUPv2XYDhvcbupxQGXXxF3DFdo8IJ-4RsNLj5oC9A72_bu_KlCXg233uAcq6lQoScqjUQk8MB33CUo_BCe_jTNdWLL1wza0iRETE_A3lap-Sc_32ZJ/s320/pictures+245.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Then we played pin the tiara on Tiana. </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527204245536432242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPFNRwo4chObjb_-8A0hLjWfwSUR6BLiEhwvoVizMdfgUtQBb-ULm5fvOTAXvjjYX5Hf0H0DhQJm4fHYen_7XuDIHxxzJHtvwG-Rleav1SBjdHGcmdlDS7a8_a0ybiW5TjuvEXZ6yWY6s/s320/pictures+249.jpg" border="0" /><br />Oh my how time has flown! I still remember the day she was born like it was yesterday.</div><div>I am so grateful for my little Valerie and the joy she brings to our family!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-52654342669824958782010-10-08T10:01:00.000-06:002010-10-08T16:36:37.441-06:00{5 years}<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgggdPqdUfrcF2JhTevkSPBcxL_8DwYuok5PyCtODeZVC0xL1V6F8rQc3yfS0imdpOzMISkO-baRXKhwdjShXIlcveBifgiZ6rPnpikm5gontrWB8p1cDP671zp6MorNCbaA63DAgGy1RqF/s1600/Temple+156.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525520622139188498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgggdPqdUfrcF2JhTevkSPBcxL_8DwYuok5PyCtODeZVC0xL1V6F8rQc3yfS0imdpOzMISkO-baRXKhwdjShXIlcveBifgiZ6rPnpikm5gontrWB8p1cDP671zp6MorNCbaA63DAgGy1RqF/s400/Temple+156.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#663300;">5 years ago today I married the man of my dreams. The last 5 years have been a crazy roller coaster ride of ups and downs and twists and turns. I am just happy that I have this amazing man to share the ride with! Here are some of the things that we have been through in the last 5 years:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">4 moves</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">1 apartment</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">2 houses</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">6 months with the parents :)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">4 vehicles</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">Vacations to: Spain, Hawaii, camping, New York, Caribbean cruise...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">3 career changes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">1 dog</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">1 car accident</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">2 pregnancy scares</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">1 miscarriage</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">and last but most definitely not least</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">2 beautiful little bundles of joy</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">Mister, thank you for the biggest most wonderful adventure of my life! I love you now more than ever!</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-38121768182996147772010-10-04T16:09:00.003-06:002010-10-04T16:14:50.506-06:00-Day 27-<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFMs5Sgo_3qqquIrE75qgqgjROswG-uVgAlUA_dlZwsFlQX50RGdyGnI6j6AzX96nF8M7EwiymgjMLu4WF3KHNEMQvutdLi5K04GleovDlOXwu_uUhMNrauLs2xsItUDuvUwxG55uR9l5/s1600/pictures+229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524316848012482322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFMs5Sgo_3qqquIrE75qgqgjROswG-uVgAlUA_dlZwsFlQX50RGdyGnI6j6AzX96nF8M7EwiymgjMLu4WF3KHNEMQvutdLi5K04GleovDlOXwu_uUhMNrauLs2xsItUDuvUwxG55uR9l5/s320/pictures+229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">While Brandon was home <em>sick</em> last week he:<br /></span></div><li><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Organized the pantry</span></p></li><li><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Washed both the cars</span></p></li><li><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Cleaned the kids rooms</span></p></li><li><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Cleaned out the garage</span></p></li><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">While I was sick last week I:</span></p><ul><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Sat on the couch watching TV</span></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Took a nap a day</span></div></li></ul><p><br /></p><div align="center"></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-92077382731123850642010-09-30T15:01:00.004-06:002010-09-30T15:09:26.449-06:00!Day 26 I'm back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSoD7NWGKhIwMAykqo_xJ19nhLPvDTUAQtswpaFYD0lHVHgWw46eSmamZFnWOTToO3Tloolg7ydLjpHlPOpXE_j6EbkAh5n2WDPMk7Aq1E_xzedlh30fXtu61u6pTOPZ5LWmDxrkBIzTa/s1600/pictures+226.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522814842749478098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSoD7NWGKhIwMAykqo_xJ19nhLPvDTUAQtswpaFYD0lHVHgWw46eSmamZFnWOTToO3Tloolg7ydLjpHlPOpXE_j6EbkAh5n2WDPMk7Aq1E_xzedlh30fXtu61u6pTOPZ5LWmDxrkBIzTa/s320/pictures+226.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">This week has been <em>rough!</em> Everyone in the family at some point had the stomach flu, and I got hit with a double whammy and got mastitis at the <em>same time</em>! (If you have had that you know how completely MISERABLE it is!) So I gave myself a free pass from blogging and decided I wouldn't finish my 30 days of photo's until I felt better. I am not at 100% yet, but doing much better. </span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">So this picture is Valerie, she was the first to catch the bug, on the peak night of sickness she fell asleep on her mattress in the living room at 7:00. That <em>never</em> happens! Poor kid!</span></div><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-63758392320472476612010-09-30T08:24:00.002-06:002010-09-30T08:32:03.679-06:00And the winner is...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMQcaw_h6q58p9uIIcmTKsOv4s1GpQTkA32KXX1fb82xziXwwglbpUkfMqR7Gi9RWIribjBo3ILeYscfczr7nXjEhuGGi3QyOnYWbgLo087QxwYg15j07RxyjRlMCJbx8Dnp646WJ8tfG/s1600/0929001829.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522712572237126434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMQcaw_h6q58p9uIIcmTKsOv4s1GpQTkA32KXX1fb82xziXwwglbpUkfMqR7Gi9RWIribjBo3ILeYscfczr7nXjEhuGGi3QyOnYWbgLo087QxwYg15j07RxyjRlMCJbx8Dnp646WJ8tfG/s320/0929001829.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">...#70 Hanna, congratulations!</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Thanks to all of you for entering the contest by voting for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SMA</span>. I will let you know if we won once it is announced.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Shameless plug: If you didn't win and are interested in purchasing any of the items (they all sell for under $10) I don't have my website up yet, but you can e-mail me at <a href="mailto:lousheesh@hotmail.com">lousheesh@hotmail.com</a> and let me know what you want to order and I can tell you the colors available or send more pics if needed. Thanks again! </span> </div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-38988525527260358012010-09-25T16:00:00.004-06:002010-09-25T21:40:48.614-06:00{Day 25 Happy Birthday Angie}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj-NlsA7BP_jCD-RoV5Vum4Tpq3KJ1RmTLfLY9bNfcwQOb9nwZlISha2Zo7XXhT2YEp0VFmMUugae9ulFXWQ-VjD9kha1hS6ej0O-nvJSRlJNIYeTvOlKxf-Bewb1vKw6l9vP_MIxoqk5/s1600/0925001550.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520974559049924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj-NlsA7BP_jCD-RoV5Vum4Tpq3KJ1RmTLfLY9bNfcwQOb9nwZlISha2Zo7XXhT2YEp0VFmMUugae9ulFXWQ-VjD9kha1hS6ej0O-nvJSRlJNIYeTvOlKxf-Bewb1vKw6l9vP_MIxoqk5/s320/0925001550.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"> I took a picture of a picture today. Today is Angie's birthday, she is one of my best friends ever. I don't get to celebrate her Birthday with her, she gets to celebrate it with the Angels in Heaven. But I will never stop celebrating her birth, and her life. I miss her very much and am grateful for the time I was lucky enough to have with her while she was on this earth. I really miss her sense of humor. We would literally laugh for HOURS at a time! She will never be forgotten! Love you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ang</span>, tell Jesus I said "Hi."<br /><br /></span><div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-77801177345134503512010-09-25T15:57:00.002-06:002010-09-25T15:59:57.612-06:00*Day 24*<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiED7OYtEMFdoQcpSr34WEHBa2CkwHx_vezTXOI5TsTgpnDRXKhG0yaorFrt4EwlgXvhpeAyX2a7HKDnMLuJbrkSWHS__MMq497jDO5ocrvoDTyE1gvbroXFpoHtFJ4ZWbwpyBoSLEu796/s1600/pictures+203.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520974148668794722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiED7OYtEMFdoQcpSr34WEHBa2CkwHx_vezTXOI5TsTgpnDRXKhG0yaorFrt4EwlgXvhpeAyX2a7HKDnMLuJbrkSWHS__MMq497jDO5ocrvoDTyE1gvbroXFpoHtFJ4ZWbwpyBoSLEu796/s320/pictures+203.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Thursday we went to hear Brandon's brother Daniel play in his band Pink noise. They sounded really good and we all had a great time.</span></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-27978842576631375142010-09-23T14:17:00.004-06:002010-09-23T14:24:02.702-06:00.Day 23.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Are you kidding me!?! Could this picture be any cuter!?!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwxN9UyebFqqM3kp-8zqWqHu0TXLiK20f9S2CYCm-_SyQmjRGG0P-zQ7_8MizYBA7bNn866BxijigtlYn1PMtSzY5bltcg9D2NPjegdYKcwGXiIwzPB8TD4bd9sBdzXwIQLxyJ706CcqT/s1600/piano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520205792277514018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwxN9UyebFqqM3kp-8zqWqHu0TXLiK20f9S2CYCm-_SyQmjRGG0P-zQ7_8MizYBA7bNn866BxijigtlYn1PMtSzY5bltcg9D2NPjegdYKcwGXiIwzPB8TD4bd9sBdzXwIQLxyJ706CcqT/s400/piano.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#000000;">I tried really hard to wait until I got this picture printed to post it, but I just can't stand it! I got Graham's 6 month pictures done yesterday even though he turned 7 months...oops. Anyway this one turned out so adorable, it is by far my favorite!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Please ignore the HORRIBLE quality, I took a picture of the computer screen with my camera phone which makes for the worst picture quality ever!!</span><br /></em></span></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-48389927788186344032010-09-22T19:24:00.004-06:002010-09-22T19:27:58.992-06:00[Day 22]<div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">Indoor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">s'mores</span> anyone!?!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">prefer</span> to eat mine open face, it is a little less messy that way.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519914288036332818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOg7Q6f-lFhyphenhyphenf9fkQZAhqhYznS_xvWR4strkhKClN8TtwbP-H6XHcIjKAsY8trVkSRXeTtYipkuExDD4bH97-9GfXAlHCZD_P8x9KFqpFQen41FautOYN1eFjkgVx0RBNprpw6rzrwbJw/s320/pictures+126.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689614466803898770.post-25210783557489036432010-09-21T18:14:00.001-06:002010-09-21T18:17:01.553-06:00{Day 21}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoghaxUscAACkYfXg8RX5HioBEsh0-5GPHjHjOjMuEsBF3NAPX0KGSduQ9xfXVdpezCxerzJX9nt__WfvQCEWbIwXKW8XDz1Mmt4dbNC10WcFFH1reFTh4vI9-t5wZ_4IGzy0_Mevfh8r/s1600/glee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519525199338266242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoghaxUscAACkYfXg8RX5HioBEsh0-5GPHjHjOjMuEsBF3NAPX0KGSduQ9xfXVdpezCxerzJX9nt__WfvQCEWbIwXKW8XDz1Mmt4dbNC10WcFFH1reFTh4vI9-t5wZ_4IGzy0_Mevfh8r/s400/glee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Obviously not a picture I took, but I am counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until I get to watch the season premiere of Glee, are you?</span></div></div>Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723423167528213229noreply@blogger.com0